The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 58

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Academy Absolute Professor 058
Don’t kids grow up through scraps like this?
As Cha Yu-sik’s group stepped into the Old Training Hall Practice Grounds,
“Ugh.”
“Ahhh.”
Five or six Korean students lay scattered across the floor.
One clutched his stomach; another bled from his nose.
Thud!
Five Mongolian students were kicking a Korean student in the gut while spouting off, with an interpreter sweating nervously at their side.
The moment one of the Mongolian students twisted a fallen boy’s hair and raised his fist,
“Stop.”
Cha Yu-sik released a wave of pressure.
“What exactly is happening here?”
The Mongolian student responded.
“This is rich.”
The interpreter’s quick, urgent translation followed from the side.
“After roughing them up a little, they scurry off to drag someone in? No pride at all? The rumor that Korean kids are greenhouse flowers fits perfectly.”
You could read it from the atmosphere alone.
They simply wanted to pick a fight.
They wanted to pad their egos at the expense of Korean students from a Hunter-backward nation.
“So, who are you?”
“Cha Yu-sik.”
“Ah.”
The Mongolian student smirked.
“I’ve heard of you. The top student from Korea, right? I’m Bakhmuunt, top student of second year at the Mongolian Academy.”
“Second year makes you a junior then.”
“Junior?”
Bakhmuunt shrugged.
“I don’t care about such things.”
Crack, crack!
He twisted his neck and wrists, releasing a threatening aura.
“Especially not with the weak.”
Cha Yu-sik had no intention of enforcing discipline on students from another academy, so he let it pass and asked instead,
“Why did you hit them?”
At Cha Yu-sik’s question, Bakhmuunt snorted.
“They were disrupting our training, so I told them to get lost.”
“That’s a lie!”
The junior who had brought Cha Yu-sik shouted.
“These five took over the entire Old Training Hall Practice Grounds and threw weapons at us while we were training, actively interfering! So we protested according to protocol, asking to share the space, and they just attacked us without warning!”
“Quiet.”
Cha Yu-sik cut off his junior’s words.
The truth didn’t really matter anyway.
The situation was obvious without any investigation.
Those Mongolian bastards needed an excuse to cause trouble, and his idiot juniors took the bait.
‘If you’re weak, you should’ve kept your head down and tail between your legs. Why protest when you have no power?’
Being weak was a sin.
If you had a complaint, get stronger.
It was something Professor Gang Hyun said like a habit.
The world was ruled by the strong anyway, and becoming strong was far easier and faster than changing the system.
“I’m not saying those guys were right, but you didn’t do well either.”
“Se—senior?”
“Shut your mouth and fall back.”
Bakhmuunt heard the interpreter’s whisper and laughed cruelly.
“There we go—your senior actually reads the situation. In Mongolia, the weak don’t talk about rules and honor to the strong. They simply bow their heads.”
“Is that your way?”
“It is.”
“So the strong can trample the weak as they please.”
Cha Yu-sik’s eyes turned cold and sharp.
“Because that’s the law of the world.”
“A fine law indeed. I quite like it.”
Shink.
Cha Yu-sik slowly drew the wooden sword from his belt.
The other four followed suit, unsheathing their weapons.
“Then there’s no problem with us breaking every last limb of yours right here, is there?”
“What?”
Bakhmuunt’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“No problem — but do you have the confidence?”
Bakhmuunt and four other Mongolian students drew their weapons in unison.
The air in the Practice Grounds grew taut, ready to snap.
‘Never underestimate your opponent.’
Cha Yu-sik took his stance and raised his sword.
Being top of his class meant nothing outside South Korea.
Mongolia’s standards ranked several tiers above Korea’s.
“Stop!”
The urgent shout rang out from the entrance of the Practice Grounds.
It was Jin Myeong-hun, the lead professor, bursting in with heaving breath.
“What in blazes do you think you’re doing? Everyone, put down your weapons!”
One of the students had called a professor.
‘Damn it.’
Cha Yu-sik’s brow furrowed.
‘I was afraid this might happen.’
Not a shred of intention to solve it themselves — shamefully calling in a teacher?
The Mongolian students’ faces twisted with contempt, but even they couldn’t protest now.
‘Truly a bunch of hothouse flowers.’
This was the true state of the Academy.

* * *
“I said put down your weapons!”
Jin Myeong-hun bellowed, his eyes wide with fury.
He happened to be on evening duty that day and couldn’t ignore a student’s report, so he’d rushed over.
And what did he find?
Clear-cut campus violence.
Exchange students or not, the use of force within Academy grounds was a flagrant breach of protocol.
As lead professor, he couldn’t possibly overlook it.
The problem was…
“Are you deaf? I said fall back!”
None of them obeyed Jin Myeong-hun’s command.
The Mongolian students exchanged quick remarks in their native tongue and snickered, while Cha Yu-sik kept his weapon raised.
“Cha Yu-sik.”
“……….”
“Lower your weapon. This isn’t something students settle with steel. Even if they won’t back down, you stand down.”
To avoid diplomatic friction, Jin Myeong-hun couldn’t touch them either.
The faculty would have to confront the Mongolian side directly.
Whether to issue a reprimand or extract an apology remained to be seen.
“I refuse.”
“What?”
“Please don’t interfere, Professor. Let us settle this among ourselves.”
“You dare—”
Jin Myeong-hun’s composure cracked.
Lately, he’d felt his authority crumbling to dust within the Academy walls.
Ever since Professor Kang Hyun arrived, nothing had gone right, and now a student outright refused his orders?
The lead professor’s orders?
“You insolent brats!”
Shring!
Unable to contain himself, Jin Myeong-hun drew the sword from his belt.
‘They all think I’m a joke.’
Students are just students.
However talented they might be, could they truly stand against the lead professor?
‘I’ll crush them under my heel.’
Jin Myeong-hun’s aura began to fill the Practice Grounds, but—
No one responded.
Not even a breath was drawn.
He’d poured his full conviction into the aura, let it surge outward with genuine force—yet it failed to land.
‘How could this be……’
Jin Myeong-hun was rattled.
The Mongolian students, sure, that he could dismiss—but had the Five Blades’ level already risen this much?
It was right then.
“Do Korean professors really insert themselves into every little squabble the students have?”
A voice cut through the darkness.
“……!”
Jin Myeong-hun flinched, and so did the Five Blades.
Batar was stepping out from the shadows.
‘How long has he been standing there?’
‘I didn’t feel him at all!’
Jin Myeong-hun’s lips trembled.
If Batar had been watching this entire situation from the beginning, everything changed.
“Did you orchestrate this?”
“I did not.”
Batar shrugged his shoulders.
“I am the supervising professor, am I not? It’s only natural that I’d come watch how our students are training in a foreign land.”
“Then since you’re here, take your students and leave. Armed violence within the Academy is a clear breach of conduct.”
Batar broke into a soft laugh.
“In our Mongolia, professors don’t meddle so narrowly in disputes between students. Once conflict begins, fighting is part of the training itself.”
“This is Korea, not Mongolia.”
“What difference does that make?”
A low, rumbling growl erupted.
A savage aura poured from Batar’s frame and washed over Jin Myeong-hun.
It was far more blatant and coarse than the aura he’d shown at the welcome ceremony.
“Besides, aren’t you not even the supervising professor of this Exchange Program? What right do you have to interfere when the actual supervising professor is conducting training?”
‘Damn it.’
Jin Myeong-hun felt utterly powerless.
Even as he recognized that his opponent was arguing in bad faith, he couldn’t find the ground to push back.
Why?
Simple.
‘Because I’m weak.’
In the end, Jin Myeong-hun had to admit one bitter truth.
‘I need Professor Kang Hyun.’
For some reason, that man would handle this situation with effortless ease.
He was supposed to be supervising the Exchange Program—so where the hell was he, and what was he doing?
Jin Myeong-hun’s jaw clenched as he gave a nod.
“Fine. You say I’m not the supervising professor and should stand aside?”
“That’s correct.”
“Then I’ll bring the supervising professor here myself. Wait.”
“The supervising professor?”
Batar’s eyes gleamed with interest.
That drunk of a professor from the welcome ceremony who’d brushed aside his aura without effort.
“Very well. Our students are ready to warm up anytime, so we’ll wait quietly.”
“Cha Yu-sik.”
Jin Myeong-hun shot him a warning.
“Lower your weapons and stand by until I bring Professor Kang Hyun. If you cross the line first, you’ll be disciplined.”
“Understood.”
Cha Yu-sik’s easy compliance somehow irritated Jin Myeong-hun even more.
‘I’m not enough, but this Professor Kang is?’
Jin Myeong-hun turned on his heel, suppressing the fury that burned inside him.

* * *
The door to the Professor’s Office flew open without warning.
The lock gave way with a sharp crack.
“……!”
It was Jin Myeong-hun who rushed in, breathless.
His gaze swept rapidly through the Professor’s Office.
Kang Hyun, sprawled half-reclined on the sofa with a glass of Whiskey in hand.
A young secretary sitting beside him, and one pretty female student.
‘This… this bastard…!’
Jin Myeong-hun’s insides roiled with heat.
‘The supervising professor doesn’t even care about the students and he’s here flirting with women?’
He was angry, but he suppressed the fury.
He hadn’t come here to fight him.
He’d come because he needed strength.
“Professor Kang, we need to talk.”
Kang Hyun said nothing, took a sip of Whiskey, then tilted his head in acknowledgment.
At that signal, Lee Se-ah and Baek Yu-yeon quickly caught on, rose from their seats, and slipped out.
Click.
Once the door closed and they were alone, Kang Hyun asked lazily.
“Why are you looking for me?”
“You think I came because I wanted to find you?”
Jin Myeong-hun shot back.
“A so-called supervising professor isn’t doing his job and is shirking his duties, so here I am, the duty officer, coming all the way to find you myself!”
“If you’re here to pick a fight, you can leave.”
When Kang Hyun turned his head away without hesitation, Jin Myeong-hun’s shoulders flinched.
“Ahem!”
Finally, Jin Myeong-hun cleared his throat and explained the situation.
A dispute had broken out between students in the Old Training Hall Practice Grounds, and Batar had even gotten involved.
But.
“It’s nothing serious.”
Kang Hyun drained the remaining Whiskey without concern.
“Nothing serious? How is this nothing serious!”
Jin Myeong-hun cried out in exasperation.
“Our students are being beaten one-sidedly! If we don’t go now, even Cha Yu-sik might get beaten!”
“If they’re beaten, it’s because they’re weak.”
“Wha—!”
Kang Hyun genuinely looked baffled.
“It seems Professor Batar isn’t even stepping in on the students’ fight either, so what’s the problem? Isn’t it natural that students grow through fighting among themselves?”
“Ah, no… is that really something an educator should say…”
“When a dispute breaks out, getting beaten is a possibility. The more they get hit, the more it stokes their fire and drives them to train harder.”
“Listen here, Professor Kang!”
“Professor Jin.”
“…!”
“A flower in a greenhouse isn’t made by the flower—it’s made by the greenhouse.”
Jin Myeong-hun was left speechless.
He wasn’t wrong.
Hunters grew stronger only by seeing blood.
“…But no matter what, the other side has an S-rank Hunter backing them up. Are you saying we should just stand back and watch our students get beaten?”
Silence hung in the air.
Kang Hyun seemed to have lost interest and didn’t even respond.
Jin Myeong-hun squeezed his eyes shut, and after a moment of careful deliberation, spoke heavily.
“…Well, Professor Kang. I apologize.”
Kang Hyun tilted his head slightly.
A gesture that asked: what kind of interesting situation is this?
“At first, I thought you were a political appointee. So I tried to drive you out. And since you openly drank on campus, I found you even more disagreeable. Later, when I realized you had the skill to back it up, I should have let go of my stubbornness… but I didn’t. I admit it. I was being petty. So if you’re not moving because of me, couldn’t you make an exception just this once?”
A subtle gleam crossed Kang Hyun’s eyes.
‘Jin Myeong-hun.’
I’d thought him all pride—but was he a man who could admit when he was wrong?
“Why would you go so far? Are the students really that much of a concern to you?”
“If they weren’t, why would I be here doing this?”
Fair enough.
Kang Hyun held no ill will toward Jin Myeong-hun.
The man was simply a stickler for the rules.
When Yun Hyun-jong first fell victim to Demonic Possession, hadn’t Kang Hyun spared no effort to save him?
Besides, continuing to spar with the senior professor would only be exhausting.
It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, happening once in a while.
“Breaking your pride in front of someone you hate—it’s harder than it sounds.”
Jin Myeong-hun’s courage touched something in Kang Hyun’s heart.
“Let’s go.”
An adult sticking his nose into the kids’ problems.

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