Wipe Out the Academy With a Wooden Sword

19. Golden Generation (2)

So Dae-chul, the guild master of , Stared at his youngest daughter, So-eun Sou-eun, in front of him.

So-Eun entered her office again and found her whole body shaking.

“That bastard… Did you say that Dojin Lee incapacitated 15 members of the 1st raid with a wooden sword alone?”

So Dae-cheol’s profound voice echoed through the office.

So-Eun nodded her head, not paying attention to her tousled hair.

“Yes, yes….”

The fear of the father in front of his eyes.

And the fear of Lee Do-jin’s overwhelming force that we just saw.

Two fears swirled mercilessly through her head.

“Do you think that makes sense? Daughter?”

So Dae-cheol unknowingly spilled the momentum of a blue killing spree.

Although she manages mana, she stopped growing at the beginning of one star, which can be achieved if she had even a little talent for her mana, and sat down on the ground, her face turning white despite her light life.

It wasn’t just the two of them in the office right now. The black being who brought So-Eun to Changchun, the hidden awakening opened her mouth, unable to see So-Eun drooling with her bloodshot eyes.

“Your words are true….”

B-Billion!

So Dae-cheol’s loyal dog was slapped on the cheek by his owner and fell to the ground.

Two teeth fell to the floor in the office.

“I am asking my daughter. This is not the time for bullsh*t.”

The loyal dog stood up with his teeth clenched despite the shock that shook his brain, and took a stiff posture.

The loyal dog’s face began to swell.

So Dae-chul slowly approached So Eun-eun and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Tell me what he said without skipping a beat.”

“… I’ll go find myself. Oh, otherwise-“

Damn it!

So Yoo-eun’s face twisted.

It was nothing compared to the blow that struck the loyal dog. Sou-eun’s face was distorted.

“Ahhh….”

So Yoo-eun’s face is fine. No, it was clearly trembling.

It’s a hand-to-hand sword.

He has seen his father’s angry face countless times, but he has never been punished.

‘No one’s violence is allowed for the lineage of Changchun, who will become the leader who will wield this world. Even if it’s the father.’

That was So Dae-cheol’s theory.

So no matter how much persecution and insults were given in words, only violence was not used.

The limit line of that anger had collapsed.

In other words, it meant a sentence that he would no longer be included in the ‘Changcheon to become a leader’.

“Oh, Father… Burr, please don’t throw it away.”

“My youngest daughter, Eunah Yoo.”

Her hair is overflowing with gray hair, but her pupils are still staring at So-eun, the two eyes of a tyrant full of ambition.

“You are still in this corner of the house because you are my daughter. She is all that You have no more value than that. She’s the guy Two days before Lee Do-jin stood on the podium as the freshman representative, he completely disappeared.”

The tyrant grabbed his daughter by the chin and fixed her face.

So that you can’t avoid your gaze at all.

My makeup is messed up. Tears in your eyes. Saliva was leaking from her mouth, but she didn’t care.

“Don’t think about my position as a listener. It means to recite what he said as it is from his point of view.”

So Yoo-eun’s eyes became blurry.

Everything. Everything I had devoted my entire teenage life to had collapsed. Loyalty to father. Overflowing ambition.

All of that went awry.

And he clearly remembered all the words Lee Do-jin, who had made him that way, said a while ago.

Without skipping a single toshi.

“If you are not going to come in person, just wait in silence…” I was told to tell you that. I will be looking for you sooner or later.”

So Dae-cheol stood up with a stiff face. And. He started laughing.

“Sleep… are you waiting Kukkeuk!”

The laughter got louder.

No one in my family has ever heard of it. It was a very loud laugh.

***

Senior Yeon Si-moon and I entered the Chinese restaurant in Iroas Academy.

Iroas Academy has talents from all over the world as well as Korea.

In the restaurant building, there were plenty of restaurants outside that deserve to be called ‘good restaurants’.

When Yeon Si-moon senior entered the Chinese restaurant, the five cadets who were sitting at a table stood up at once.

“””Hello! Senior!”””

… Are you army?

Moon shook her arm at the roaring greeting reminiscent of an army.

“Bob, finish eating.”

“””Yes!”””

Even the answer was loud.

It wasn’t a timid greeting. It felt like a greeting born out of respect.

Yeon Si-moon, the person in charge, didn’t seem to have much of an idea.

Yeon Si-mun’s juniors fortunately left the Chinese restaurant before the food was served.

The part-timer put down jajangmyeon and jjamppong.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Slurp-

Yeon Si-moon chose Jjambbong. Yeon Si-moon slurped her noodles without saying anything.

Wagjak!

I also ate sweet and sour pork.

I could feel it. Yeonsimun’s concentration on food.

The image of eating noodles and then taking a bite of soup. There seemed to be no other gourmets.

So I didn’t even ask until I finished the jjamppong.

“What grade are you in?”

“Third grade.”

22 Years old.

It’s clearer than any other piece of information about the love affair.

“Senior. Are you strong?”

Agjak!

Yeon Si-mun slowly chewed the crispy sweet and sour pork.

“That is a very subjective question.”

“Yes, you can answer subjectively.”

Yeon Si-mun stared at me intently.

“I must belong to the strong axis. Objectively. At least in this academy. Because the president called me one of the futures.”

Yeon Si-moon’s eyes were full of confidence.

“Iroas now has one ‘future’ for each grade. The principal always said And that the future will have to work hard to come at a time not too far away.”

It’s the future.

It seemed that each grade had one outstanding genius.

Yeon Si-moon smiled.

“You are quite the type with a lot of desire for strength and growth. Are you going to break the dojo of the strong guys?”

“Exactly that’s what I meant.”

“Arthur, give up.”

Yeonsimun seemed to have a habit of using phrases that no one would use these days.

“Anyway, even if you stay still, the opportunity is overflowing. Because Iroas is such a place. Just enjoy The only thing I can enjoy is the first grade.”

Okay.

Looking at today’s work, I don’t think I’ve been enjoying anything.

Anyway, when I heard that the president of the academy said it, one of the purposes of my coming to the academy, ‘a branch of the world tree’, came into my mind.

According to Choi Chul-hyeon, his father’s blacksmith teacher and national treasure blacksmith, the president of the academy had a branch of the World Tree in his possession.

“Are you at the Academy right now, President?”

But contrary to my expectations, Yeon Si-mun shook his head slowly.

“The President is not well at the academy. He did that last year too. But he always came before the year was over.”

It seemed like it would take quite a long time to find the branches of the World Tree.

“When I feel really itchy, I come to the club where I am. Call the number.”

I bet you didn’t misunderstand me as a combat fanatic who wants to fight even with the president.

It was abrupt, but there was nothing I couldn’t give you, so when I gave my phone number, my smartphone rang right away.

It was a letter.

It’s not even KakaoTalk in this era. It’s not even sharing information about Iroas Watch. Text messages, what kind of world does Yeon Si-moon live in?

There was a text message. A map of a club room was drawn.

At the bottom of the map was written the words ‘Physical Arts Club’.

“I am also quite interested in your excellent combat sense.”

“Seniors are also full of desire for strength.”

“Even though the days when you were immature and full of blood have passed.”

There is no such thing as a beast with sharp golden eyes.

“Yes, I will definitely go there.”

After dinner. After parting with Yeon Si-moon, I headed to the dormitory.

Since it was a single room, I was able to rest comfortably.

“Mistiltein.”

I stretched out and called Mistiltein.

And then I closed my eyes.

[Prepare.]

***

In the dark night sky, countless stars were shining as if they were about to pour down.

“Welcome. Master.”

“Oh, I’m back.”

I sat down on the wooden bench Mistiltein was sitting on.

Mistil Thein placed her own hand on top of her palm.

Warm warmth ran up the back of my hand.

“Academy is. Are you getting used to it?”

“Yeah, it’s fun.”

Although I haven’t done anything right yet.

At my answer, Mistiltein laughed bashfully.

“I’m glad.”

“Uh, but I think it will take some time to find the branches of the World Tree.”

“It’s okay. It’s only day two. For now, just focus on your growth.”

“Yes.”

I told Mistil Thein about her previous encounter.

Advice Mistil Thein, in an ego state, saw with her own eyes. Because the current Mistiltein said she couldn’t remember what she heard.

He told me the story of Baek Hwa-yeon and Ryu Ji-ah. And the story about Soyoueun and Geomje So Daecheol.

When I talked about the former, I listened with a smile. And when he talked about the latter, he opened his eyes wide and put on a worried expression.

Then he recited the words that came to his mind. Because I wanted to convey the world I see to Misteltein a little more clearly.

“… I think if Hwa-yeon gets a little stronger, she will be able to win all sophomore years.”

Mistil Thein, who was still listening to me, opened her little mouth.

“I’m envious.”

“Hmm?”

“Interacting with the owner as a person to person. I envy those I can relate to.”

Mistil Thein said that and shook her head slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m talking nonsense.”

“No.”

I stroked Mistiltein’s white hair.

It was also because this was the only action I could do.

Facing her misty tein’s green eyes, she couldn’t come up with words to comfort her.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

Mistiltein saw me off with a grin.