The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Sports Field floor.
Four battered figures lay sprawled across the ground.
“Damn… are these actually people?!”
Tae Eun-o, stretched out flat, chugged water desperately.
“If I just close my eyes now… I think I could fall asleep right away.”
Ha Jae-yun stared blankly at the sky, muttering to himself.
“…That’s not sleep. That’s passing out.”
Go Gyeol shot back, his voice heavy with a sigh.
“I-I-Iiiii-”
Sloth lay sprawled beside them with his tongue hanging out, while Akinonix was completely flattened, the sparks from his whiskers extinguished.
“Don’t be so pathetic about it.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon stood idle among them, clicking his tongue.
“How are you just fine, though, Master?!”
Tae Eun-o flailed his limbs as he cried out.
“You’re just weak, that’s all.”
Sa-hyeon tilted his head slightly.
No, you’re a monster, sir…. Hae-seong only objected in his mind.
After facing all four of them, Sa-hyeon hadn’t even broken his breathing.
His promise not to go easy on them wasn’t just talk.
The four students had been beaten down completely, in a way that bore no comparison to their previous training sessions.
Though the students had grown considerably over days of relentless training, the gap between them and Sa-hyeon remained vast.
Sa-hyeon brushed the dust from his clothes and spoke.
“Yun Hae-seong, looks like you’ve done some studying, at least.”
The range of his Skill application had grown somewhat more refined.
“! Ah, yes…!”
At Sa-hyeon’s casual remark, Hae-seong blinked blankly before answering.
“Training together with the students has given us plenty to discuss from different angles.”
The students themselves looked equally taken aback.
Tae Eun-o cleared his throat and tilted his head quizzically.
“Master, coming from you, isn’t that practically praise?”
“!”
Lee Yuweol’s eyes sparkled.
Go Gyeol, sore from the hits he’d taken, rubbed his aching forearms and managed to prop himself up on his elbows.
“…So we’re wrapping up for today, then, right?”
“I don’t know.”
Sa-hyeon tilted his head while leaning on one leg.
“You okay with that?”
……
‘…Damn, I’m an idiot for asking.’
‘What hell am I walking into if we lose again.’
Go Gyeol let his body fall limp against the ground once more.
“We’ll continue training, Master!”
Lee Yuweol shouted with vigor.
“I-Iiiii-?”
“Grrrr.”
Sloth and Akinonix lifted their heads in disbelief.
“Just let me nap for a bit….”
Even Tae Eun-o, drained and slumped, managed to speak.
Hae-seong, who’d been wearing an awkward smile, parted his lips.
“Um, sir. Have you heard the news?”
“What is it now.”
‘Good, Hae-seong. Buy us a little more time.’
Whether Go Gyeol’s desperation reached him or not, Hae-seong lifted the corners of his mouth and spoke.
“Our Sparring Match is being broadcast live on the Academy’s official channel, apparently.”
“L-Live broadcast?”
Ha Jae-yun’s head snapped up.
“Didn’t you know? The whole thing’s blown up all over the media.”
As Gyeol added this offhandedly, Eun-o shot to his feet.
“Insane! Is this my first time on camera?!”
Energy surged through him suddenly, and his eyes flashed with fire.
“S-so everyone around me will see it too…?”
Jae-yun’s face darkened rapidly.
“Of course. Nobody’s going to miss it because of Lee Yuweol.”
When Gyeol spoke with indifference, Jae-yun’s expression turned grave.
‘Then… my family will definitely see it too.’
Soon his eyes hardened with resolve.
“I need to stay and train harder…!”
…What’s wrong with Ha Jae-yun now?
Gyeol dropped his jaw in disbelief.
“Good attitude.”
Sa-hyeon offered a lazy smile.
“You’d better grow up fast and earn your keep.”
…In other words, you’ll be worthless if you lose.
Gyeol interpreted it in his own way and broke into a cold sweat.
‘Damn. I have to win tomorrow, no matter what.’

* * *

Leaving the students behind as they returned to training with renewed determination,
Sa-hyeon headed toward the Professor Building with Hae-seong.
‘If I just keep grinding them like this, they’ll be half-decent by graduation.’
He fingered the Badge in his pocket.
‘Manager Kim still hasn’t shown up….’
The man was slow, that was for sure.
He was thinking he’d grill him about the pattern on this Badge the moment he appeared.
“…!”
A subtle vibration rippled across his palm.
Sa-hyeon drew out the Badge, and Hae-seong quickly asked,
“What’s the matter?”
“Is this the pattern that old man mentioned….”
On the crimson Badge, a faint gear-tooth shape and the form of a serpent came into view.
“Hup!”
Hae-seong caught his breath.
“What are you reacting to.”
As Sa-hyeon narrowed his eyes and studied the air currents around them intently, Hae-seong cried out,
“It’s fading!”
The pattern slowly grew indistinct.
Before long, the image had vanished entirely.
Hae-seong asked carefully,
“Could your Foresight Skill have activated…?”
“Possibly.”
Sa-hyeon let out a faint laugh and tossed the Badge lightly, catching it.
Even without Manager Kim stepping in, it would reveal itself soon enough.

* * *

The day of the Match.
The Academy Grand Hall buzzed with festival energy from early morning.
The stands filled with students before the sun had climbed high.
Ryu-a tossed popcorn from the concession stand into her mouth and surveyed the bright surroundings under the glare of the overhead lights.
“Wow, this is insane turnout!”
A massive octagonal arena sat in the center of the hall.
Above the arena’s pillars that seemed to touch the ceiling, several drones buzzed about busily.
“Hey, where’d you put your money?”
“I bet everything on Physical Arts C! What about you?”
“Come on, there’s an S-rank competing! You gotta bet on 3-to-1!”
Loud voices clamored from all directions.
Ryu-a clicked her tongue.
Everyone’s making such a fuss. You’d think it was a cockfighting ring.
Besides, the general mood was one of almost zero expectations for Combat A Class.
“When we had the joint class, they all seemed decent enough. Right, Kang Mugun?”
She glanced toward the seat beside her.
“Mmm… A bracelet blessed by the master craftsman’s hand… still shimmering beautifully today….”
This guy’s lost his mind again.
Kang Mugun muttered darkly while caressing the item he’d had serviced at the special lecture.
Ryu-a fixed him with a cold stare and shook her head.
‘Ji Se-yong said he wanted to see how things played out, but when the day finally came, he decided to watch it live from the dormitory instead….’
Honestly, what’s wrong with everyone in our class?
Ryu-a rummaged through her popcorn bag while gazing toward the Waiting Room.
“Hmm….”
I wonder what the others are doing.
‘They’re not trembling with nervousness, are they?’

* * *

Meanwhile, in the Waiting Room of the Academy Grand Hall.
“Whoa! The live broadcast queue already has more than thirty thousand people?!”
“Insane….”
Go Gyeol pressed his palm against his forehead.
And the match hasn’t even started yet?
…….
Ha Jae-yun kept his eyes on his phone, tearing at his nails one after another, while Lee Yuweol seized the break to commune with Akinonix and a Mana Stone.
Hae-seong glanced around at the students and swallowed nervously in kind.
“Thirty thousand people… That’s a lot of pressure.”
“You should feel that pressure whether it’s a live broadcast or not.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon rolled a badge in his palm as he spoke flatly.
Hae-seong asked a question.
“Has there been any reaction from the badge since then?”
“Nothing.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon gave a terse reply.
Is there even anything in this thing? It’s not defective, is it?
The moment his brow furrowed.
“-Hey! Teacher! The chat’s mentioning you too!”
“Hey, hey, Tae Eun-o!”
Go Gyeol tried to stop him quickly, but it was already too late.
“! You as well, sir?”
Hae-seong’s eyes widened.
‘There’s no avoiding this, it seems….’
Go Gyeol phrased it as carefully as he could.
“…Well, it’s predictable. ‘Who’s the new professor teaching an S-rank student,’ stuff like that, you know?”
“Yeah… it does feel like that kind of thing?”
Tae Eun-o narrowed his eyes and nodded.
It wasn’t an inaccurate read.

-But who’s the professor handling Lee Yuweol?
-Are there other S-rank Hunters besides Baek Iwon in this country lol
-Heard they have no track record and it’s a political appointment, is that really okay?
-Shouldn’t she be sent abroad for training?

In truth, it wasn’t curiosity—it was distrust.
“…I see.”
Hae-seong nodded.
S-rank was a national-level asset.
It made sense for people to be curious about who their mentor was.
‘And since this is the position that came after Lee Ha-je….’
“Let them wonder all they like.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s eyebrows twitched upward.
Once public interest faded, he’d offload the responsibility soon enough.
‘I saw this coming the moment I brought Lee Yuweol in….’
Before long, people would start digging for information.
‘I’ll have to develop that one quickly and put him in her place instead.’
Watching this training session, it looked like he had real aptitude for coaching as well.
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s indifferent gaze turned toward Hae-seong.
“…?”
…Why did the back of his neck suddenly feel cold?
It was right as Hae-seong absently ran a hand across his throat.
“Combat A Class, entering now!”
The Waiting Room door opened.
The sparring match had finally arrived.
The live broadcast screen displayed a countdown as well.
The moment they stepped through the door.
“Waaahhhhh!!”
A roar that shook the Academy Grand Hall.
The students looked bewildered by the heat of excitement they’d never felt before.
Ha Jae-yun hunched his shoulders to shield himself from view as he walked, while Tae Eun-o waved both arms and cheered back at the crowd.
As they ascended into the arena, Yeom Sa-hyeon settled comfortably into a seat prepared below the Sports Field.
Then a shadow fell across him.
It was Jae-hyeok.
“I’m grateful for your support today.”
He extended his hand to Yeom Sa-hyeon.
“? What’s with the sudden performance?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon tilted his head and glanced around.
Not far away, large cameras pointed in their direction.
The media had scattered themselves all over.
A short, silent laugh escaped between his lips.
“Don’t waste energy on pointless things.”
Instead of taking his hand, he rested his chin on his palm and quirked the corner of his mouth upward.
“Just keep your evenings free from now on. Clear out time for the special lectures.”
“…….”
Jae-hyeok’s eyebrows creased faintly.
His hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Zing—
The camera lens zoomed in on the two of them.
In that moment, an announcement broadcast echoed throughout the Academy Grand Hall.
And—

[Matchups will be drawn shortly.]

The sparring match had begun.

S-rank Instructor Devours the Academy Chapter 63

Author
Baek Ruga
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yun Tae-ri
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