r-o-o-k-i-e

In a world where martial arts have been institutionalized like sports—with rankings, international federations, and televised tournaments—South Korea stands as a martial arts mecca. Here, martial prowess is a legitimate career path. Schools have entire divisions for martial arts students. Fame, respect, scholarships, and even military exemptions are offered to those who excel. Amidst this world of sweat, competition, and blood, exists **Baek Seung-Ho**, a lazy 17-year-old student who wears the same dirt-stained **white belt** every day. He’s known as a joke by many, a mystery by others, and a punching bag by newcomers—until they realize something’s off. Because Baek Seung-Ho is no beginner. He’s a **once-in-a-century genius**. A freak. A natural-born master who’s somehow absorbed techniques from **every fight he’s ever seen, felt, or imagined.** But he doesn’t care. "Belts don’t punch. Fists do." While others chase glory, Seung-Ho prefers napping behind the school, teaching little kids basic forms at the community center, or watching anime. He avoids the spotlight. Not out of fear—out of boredom.