1 Weak Link

[A/N: Yes i'm holding my fics hostage until my Ixl is finished.]

Jacob Frost, a handsome white haired, light blue eyed boy. Heading to the only high school available to him, Eiseu. Unfortunately the school was anything but a place for learning, it was a school that had become home to gangsters and delinquents. Why was a top scorer here at this school?

Parents...

Dead Parents.

Korea was a strange place to him as it seemed foreign to him at first after moving. After losing his parents it seemed to be a more familiar place.

Jacob had lost his parents after graduating intermediate. He stayed in his old school for a bit before he was forced to transfer.

Jacob did not look strong, in fact he was normal just a lack of fat, his old nickname was "Weak Link" due to him not wanting to get into any fights but his skills in fighting were top notch. His unique brain made it so that at times his perception of time was altered to be slow. He relied on technique and analytical abilities to pair with his above average strength.

He made his way to school while munching on a melon ice-cream bar in the morning.

The school gates loomed over him as he made his way through greeting the gate keeper while he was at it. The gate keeper felt relieved that a decent child had entered the school.

His class was just behind the door. Taking a breath he steadied himself.

All the heads in the classroom turned to the new transfer student. They observed him, he was good looking, decent hight, roughly 1.80 to 1-84 though he looked like he did not have much muscle in his body. It was simply normal except not much fat. His scarf was also blue matching his eyes.

He introduced himself in the most plain and polite way possible before sitting down in front of the class.

Jacob just sighed before waiting for the teacher. "I hope that this year passes peacefully." he thought to himself. The boss of the class, Dillan Kim, looked at Jacob with disgust. "A pretty boy needs to be taught his place." Dillan signalled his goons to record for future blackmail.

Jacob noticed the dude as he stood to his right. Jacob sighed as he thought internally "Great you just had to jinx yourself idiot. Now all semblance of a normal school life is gonna fly through the window."

He looked up and asked "Is there something you need?" Dillan looked disgusted before grinning and raised his hand before smacking Jacob. The class did not attempt to stop them as they watched on. Jacob's face became as cold as his last name as his face lost all traces of emotion as he observed the incoming hand. From his view the hand came slowly giving him time to react.

If Jacob were to take it straight on, he would take more damage.

The class watched as the hand approached only for Jacob to strike his palm out and change the trajectory and sped up the slap towards the sender. The bully ended up being hit by his own accelerated slap.

Jacob stood up before striking a few pressure points on the bully. He observed the bully as he prepared to punch. A simple head tilt resulted in the strike going past Jacob as he locked onto Dillan's arm. A few quick movements happened before he backed off.

"What you scared now?" Dillan taunted Jacob in an attempt to keep his facade, a tough person.

Jacob broke out of his emotionless state as he gave a little chuckle until one of the goons pointed and shouted at Dillan. Dillan looked towards his arm as he found that it was not responding and it was just hanging there loosely. Jacob had dislocated Dillan's arm.

Jacob slowly walked towards Dillan with a calm and kind smile. To Dillan each of his gentle steps indicated death. Dillan collapsed onto his knees as Jacob bent down and put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, just try to get along with everyone here okay?" Dillan nodded his head as if his life depended on it.

The goons stopped recording in fear of retaliation but word soon spread that class 2-A had a new boss who didn't really want to be the boss.

~~~~

Jacob walked out of the school gate only to be confronted by Dillan who brought his friends. Jacob immediately labeled them as side characters of life and paid them not attention.

Dillan gave a small hand sign behind his back as the goons charged Jacob quickly scanned the goons before proceeding to dodge through all of them.

"Tilt right, duck down, dislocate, tilt back."

Dillan watched as Jacob kept dodging and dislocating limbs as if he was in a rhythm game as he soon appeared in front of Dillan as he snapped out of his shock.

Jacob's fist stopped an inch before contact until he accelerated his fist into Dillan's stomach.

[One inch punch]

Dillan flew back before landing in the garbage bin.

Jacob sighed as he walked back and looked at the fried chicken shop before looking at his wallet.

It was almost empty.

"No fried chicken for today."