I'm Leon. I was an ordinary college student. Why do I say "was"? Because I was supposed to die when I was crossing the street. A truck appeared out of nowhere, and instead of feeling the pain of the impact, I found myself standing in an alley with the body of a nine-year-old, wearing dirty clothes. It was my first day in this new world—mysterious and scary. Why a new world? Because now I see a fake version of Batman and Superman, with names like Magistia and All-Man. And the scary
thing Leon : Damn it, I'm in the Miraculous universe. Okay, I'll calm down now. Shouting and getting angry won't help. Now I'm in a series about teenagers who possess weapons of mass destruction, and a bed that wants to bring his wife back to life, but nothing comes to it. A missed opportunity. Now let's focus on me. I look like a version of myself when I was nine, and my clothes are those of a wonderful homeless person. I search my pockets and see some money, but it's not much. So let's forget about anything else in this world now. How am I going to live as a homeless person? I look around and realize I'm in Paris, in the eye of the storm of the series, and I don't have any money for the rest of the day. After a while, I feel tired and need a place to sleep. I see a pile of boxes in the alley I'm in. " No, no, I can't sleep in this." Leon tries In the end, he resigns himself to the situation. The next day, Leon wakes up ( Leon's point of view) Like the previous day, I'm still analyzing my situation and thinking of a way to find the money. I'm trying to avoid the police. Every time one of them sees me, that person tries to arrest me, but I manage to escape, even though he's an adult and seems very well trained. After this, I start examining my body. I discover that although I'm a child, I don't I had enough food, and my body wasn't thin; it was quite muscular. I tried to test my speed by running down the alley. The alley was ten meters long, and I managed to cross it in half a bend at my maximum speed. I was shocked by my speed, and an idea for making money popped into my head. The next day, we see a group of policemen chasing a nine-year-old boy, but they can't catch him. " Stop, you thief! " "You'd better turn yourself in, you rat!" " ...You bastard! If I get my hands on you, I will!" We see that the boy the police are chasing is Leon. We see Leon holding his wallet. After entering several alleys, Leon manages to escape from the policemen. " Damn it, I did it!" After resting, Leon searches and finds money. After calculating it, he finds that he can live on this amount for a month. Afterwards, Leon feels a sense of guilt, but he puts this feeling aside.
"Well, I didn't want to steal, but there was no other way to survive. I can't go to an orphanage; I already had unpleasant experiences there. Even though this show is for children, it never mentions homeless people except for the old man dressed as Santa, even though the homelessness rate in Paris is high, as I saw in my research yesterday about escape routes.
Now
, back to work. Lin
continues ( Three years later) I'm twelve now. Some things happened in the previous years: my pickpocketing operations continued, and I was even ( Leon's point of view) I am now lying on the ground, feeling fractures all over my body. I see a shadow covering my face, and I hear, " For a twelve-year-old, you're not bad. You were silent in front of me for ten minutes. This is a duration that many in the ring don't dream of."
I listened to the man's statement. I don't know if it was all nonsense or magic, but I don't care. I tried to think of a way out of this situation. I've lived on these streets to know that death in this place is a mercy, and that there is no mercy for the likes of me. I watched the person in front of me, saw him approaching, waited a moment, and then aimed a morsel at the weak point of every man. I felt no honor or pride in doing this, but I gave up.
Regarding these qualities, after confirming that she neither feeds me when I'm hungry nor protects me from the harsh winter cold, in the moment of attack I receive a blow to the face that causes me to lose consciousness for a short time, then I gather my strength and stand in a fighting stance that I learned after many street fights.
"Young man, you keep surprising me. Usually, a blow like that knocks even the strongest fighters unconscious. Young man, what do you think of the offer?"
I was shocked by his talk about making me an offer, but I composed myself and addressed him while maintaining my focus.
"I don't care about your offers ."
I refuse after a short thought.
"He refused, even though he didn't listen to her. Listen, boy, we both know you're in a state of collapse. Your body is in its worst condition. I'm giving you a way out. Listen to my offer first, and if you don't like it, you can refuse. But to know what's happening with the last gangs in the battles of the regions, I advise you to accept my offer."
Listen to his words and notice that I am surrounded by members of the rival gang, and that the gang that hired me is coming after them, and some of the others are corpses being put in bags."
Upon seeing this sight, I was on the right, facing what awaited me: the black market, a place where either spare parts or something worse would be sold. I looked at the man in front of me and realized it was my only option to live another day.
The man notices my gaze, then speaks
"I want you to become a student. I will train you to participate in the ring. After you win ten matches there and defeat me, you will have the right to leave if you wish."
Listen to the man's words about participating in the arena. It's a name associated with underworld fights in Paris. I've heard about it from some gangs; it's a good place for betting and making quick money, and also a place where fighters operate in the arena as if they're less than human. I think about the offer: on one hand, I'm being drawn into one of the dangerous activities of the underworld, and on the other hand, I'll be trained by an experienced fighter. And the fact that he talks about this place as if he's going to a park means he's a seasoned fighter there.
After thinking it over, I made my decision.
"I am a person of principle"
The person in front of me smiles a terrifying smile, then tells me that four... I leave the alley with the person in front of me, realizing that my life is now in his hands.
(After the city)
If I were asked to describe my life over the past month, I'd say hell. After accepting my master's request, I was trained to a level that was supposed to kill a normal person, but my enhanced body played a significant role in my survival. This month, my strength increased dramatically, and I learned many fighting techniques from my master, whose identity was revealed some time later. His name is Phineas. He was like me, homeless on the streets, but he had the mind and determination to change his circumstances. He transformed himself into one of the most legendary figures in the underworld and one of the most powerful people there. When I asked him why he participated in street gang fights, his answer infuriated me. This old man only participated because he felt nostalgic for his younger days. This also shocked me, even though he looks forty or forty-five. He's actually sixty years old. If he hadn't shown me his birth certificate, I wouldn't have believed him. And what's even more shocking is that he wants me to defeat him to gain my freedom. Because I know that escaping from someone like him is impossible, the idea of escaping appeared during my first failed attempt, and because of that... The brutal punishment of having to fight him was hell.
And now I am in a house in a remote area in France. This old man lives in a remote area, cut off from the world. I don't know where we are; all I know is that there is no city nearby.
(After the city)
The more I increased my training, the more Phineas noticed my improvement, to the point that his training went beyond human limits.
"This is amazing. Your body is getting stronger at a rapid pace and can withstand things that go beyond what is supposed to be human."
Listen to my coach instead of feeling proud of myself and making fun of him.
"And yet, despite all this, I cannot defeat an old man who is sixty years old."
Although I said this comment in a low voice, the teacher meant it, but he didn't pay attention to me, yet he commented.
"Despite the strength of gorillas and the speed of cheetahs, humans are still able to hunt them."
I heard the coach's comment and knew he meant that I had the strength but lacked the proper technique, despite all the techniques he taught me. I still couldn't make him recognize it.
(After four months)
Nothing significant came of these four matches except for increased training and a long-awaited release after six months of waiting. But that old bastard, despite wiping his face on the floor after that punch more than ever before, still got paid.
"Well, boy, you're ready now. I can't wait to see the face that will appear, Magno, I mean, to see your performance, my pupil."
Despite what the professor said, I know the reason for his protection; it happened two months ago.
(Flashback)
After a fight between me and Phineas, he was ordered to defeat me.
"Well, boy, you are now crossing the line as the strongest fighter at the age of sixteen."
"Oh coach, you made a mistake in Omar, in the second."
"Haha, great joke, but you won't be able to fool me."
What happened next was the first feeling of satisfaction I've had in a long time. Seeing the shock on that old man's face at first made him think I was trying to deceive him, but after seeing my serious face and an analysis he made, he was sure I was a twelve-year-old child. The expression of shock on his face was priceless now, especially considering the reason for his excitement: one of his friends was a ring hand, and he wanted to see his expression when his professional fighters lost to a new player, and this player was twelve years old.
Now we stand before the entrance of an abandoned factory on the border with France, and like a house—I don't know how—I'm
satisfied with the reason. This crazy old man is taking erratic turns and going so fast that I can't even risk looking outside the vehicle. It seems that the first time I hit my head, which made the journey home seem impossible, but luckily I managed to grab onto his body.
Good this time, no injuries, but I might develop a phobia of fast-moving vessels after this trip.