The Martial Unity

Leonel barreled down a set of spiraling stairs. With a leap, he cleared the railing, foregoing the last of the steps to land in a living room. Jumping over a couch, he rounded a corner into the kitchen to snatch a bottle of foul green liquid.

"Thanks for the daily dose of cow shit, dad. Really appreciate it."

A middle-aged man looked up from his tablet, pushing his glasses up with a couple fingers. He was lounging behind the large glass doors that opened from the living room into the backyard when his son's usual defamatory statements entered his ears.

"In another rush toward failure?"

"I'll succeed this time!"

Instead of launching himself out the front door, Leonel actually made his way back up the set of spiraled stairs.

"That's what you said the last over hundred times."

Leonel didn't wait for his father's next sarcastic statement. He pushed opened the attic doors and swung himself out of the three-story high triangular windows. His actions looked no different from an attempt at suicide, but his hand just barely caught the ledge, swinging himself upward to latch onto a weakening water drainage pipe.

Like a spry monkey, the plastic lid connector of his bottle hanging from his teeth, he climbed to the roof, landing on the angled tiles with a practiced ease.

[Subject: Leonel Morales]

[Infraction Code 118.67.2 - Unauthorized scaling of a residential building. Under the Parkour and Freerunning Act of 2034, this is classified as a Type 1 Misdemeanor]

[It is advised that subject Leonel Morales immediately cease illegal activity to avoid charges]

Leonel ignored the beeping female voice emitting from his wrist, his eyes having locked onto his next target.

The suburb Leonel and his father lived in was decently well off and could be considered a part of the upper middle class. However, the location of their home could only be described as odd. Or, rather, the entire suburb community was out of expectations.

The community existed on a large flying platform that orbited a main city below like the Moon did the Earth. These so-called Floating Paradises acted as a solution to the housing crisis of 2066, effectively fixing the problem by creating more surface area for housing.

Nowadays, only the obscenely wealthy could live on the surface. Leonel's destination happened to be this lofty surface world. Though, while most who lived on these Floating Paradises could only catch a glimpse from time to time, Leonel traveled down almost everyday.

'… 17 seconds.'

Leonel crouched on his home's roof. His and his father's home happened to be at the very edge of the Floating Paradise. Of course, there were several safety measures taken. But, that wouldn't stop Leonel.

Despite his vantage point, he couldn't see the backyard his father had been sitting in. In fact, his home looked completely empty from the outside due to a privacy setting.

He swung his head back, taking a big swing of his dad's green concoction. In that moment, not only did his tongue seemingly light on fire, but even his lungs burned. One would think he was breathing in a raging fire's smoke instead of drinking a smoothie.

Really outdid yourself this time, old

wouldn't make it very far. He'd fall three stories and come out with a broken

his body. If it wasn't for its sturdy straps, the

fierce WHOOSH filled Leonel's ears as he was

arms and legs spread out, a refreshing smile playing his features as though he

a lone man above the clouds, free falling without a care in the world. His clothes whipped against his

the surface below, his body tucked and rolled, bursting through

in fact the ground at all, but rather the very top of a sky scraper that seemed

score." Leonel

Unauthorized entry to the surface. Under the Sky

17, has been targeted for capture. It is advised that subject remain where they

minor. Guardian Velasco Morales

Communication failure. Attempting

retired Tier 5 government official as a father had its perks. For example, any crimes linked to a retiree

all of his crimes were forwarded to his father to be vetted by BIP. With his father's name at his back,

building's side, swinging his bike's seat between his legs just as

surface was interconnected in some way. The skies were filled with glass tunnels, towering structures were sometimes no more than a meter or two apart, and personal vehicles were incredibly rare even for

to school the normal way,

wasn't

the tube the moment

"My name isn't Lenny!"

didn't know how the old man always managed to know when he arrived and also had no idea

the surface city, Leonel sped through the dense metal forest far faster than many thought possible. Eventually, the

his bike

took his backpack from his back, pulling out a pair of grey slacks, a recently pressed

leaning a mirror the size of a piece of paper again a large garbage disposal bin, he slicked his hair

"Refresh."

flash, his accumulating body odor was killed off, replaced by a neutral, refreshing

a moment, he had put on his grey pleated pants, buttoned up his shirt, and slid on his blue blazer. After putting on his bag, he stood up to his full height

he was overly satisfied with his own appearance, though he could be considered to be quite handsome. Rather, he was testing to see which smile

skin was a tanned bronze, his short hair swept freely in the wind with its dirty blond

only tall and toned, but his frame was both lean and well-built.

think he was crazy. He was more than charming enough, was there a need to

would be running late if he wasted anymore time, he hopped on his bike. But, his pace was much slower this time, not wanting to ruin his effort by

The streets leading to his school were nothing like the congested communities he had passed through before. It was

from the winter months, and winding

Earth, a prestigious place only for the elites of