As Michael honed his abilities, mastering fighting techniques with alarming speed thanks to his Perfect Copy ability, he also pushed his physical limits daily, growing stronger and more formidable with every passing moment.
His body, enhanced by the Hanma blood, adapted to the rigorous training with ease, making him a force to be reckoned with.
One day, while walking through the streets, Michael came across a group of school kids mercilessly bullying two others.
Having yet to get his workout in for the day, he decided to make these bullies his warm-up. In no time, he made quick work of the bullies, leaving them scattered and groaning on the ground.
After dealing with the group, Michael turned his attention to the two victims, who appeared to be around his age. As he looked them over, he was stunned by the immense potential they both possessed.
One of them stood tall at 190 cm, with the kind of physical potential that, with the right training, could easily rival the so-called Kings. With enough mental and physical discipline, this kid could go toe-to-toe with the strongest fighters in Lookism.
The other twin stood just as tall but had a completely different presence—quiet, composed, and with an intensity in his eyes that revealed a sharp, calculating mind.
His combat potential seemed equally promising, if not superior,, but what really caught Michael's attention was his business acumen. This one had a mind that could rival his own when it came to strategy and leadership.
Intrigued, Michael stepped forward and asked, "Why didn't you protect yourselves? You clearly have the talent."
The quieter of the two, his gaze steady, responded, "We're orphans. We don't have money or power. One of those kids has a father who's the chief of police. If we fought back, he'd ruin our lives—especially since we don't have anyone looking out for us."
Michael considered their situation for a moment, then made his offer. "What if I told you I could help change that?"
The quiet one's eyes narrowed. "Why would you help us?" he asked, clearly wary of Michael's intentions.
Michael smirked, his voice cold yet not without reason. "I don't help anyone for free. But I see something in both of you. With the right training and discipline, you could be more than just victims.
I can teach you how to fight, how to navigate this world. But it comes with a price. You'll work for me. Loyalty is everything. Stay by my side, and I'll take you higher than you ever imagined. Cross me, and I'll leave you to fend for yourselves."
After a brief silence, the quiet one spoke again. "What's your name?"
Michael smiled. "Michael. And yours?"
The quiet twin replied, "I'm Leo Han, and this is my brother, Noah." He gestured to the more fiery twin, who nodded.
From that moment, Michael took Leo and Noah under his wing, training and nurturing them in both the physical and mental aspects of combat and leadership.