Chapter 18 – 18. I Want to Be Friendly.
While Black Johnson and Suji Gong communicated with each other, Dokgo Hwaryeon also devoted himself to training alone. Because she wants to become stronger as quickly as possible, she has been training without a day off.
‘Johnson’s training method is the best… !’
I saw the efficacy of the training method handed down from Johnson. Johnson himself had a cryptic reaction, but he clearly felt the solitude and passion that he experienced directly before and after.
‘The reason Johnson reacted vaguely was probably because he trained with a better training method than this.’
I exercised hard. It’s about sweating all the way and training your muscles. Then, to supplement the protein, you need to eat various meats and nutrients.
So far, Dokgo Hwaryeon was like eating chicken breast with no taste. A piece of odorless and tasteless meat without any other spices added, to the level of chewing it and passing it down the throat.
For such Dokgo Hwa-ryun, Johnson’s training method was salt. The salt that I dipped in a long time made me feel the taste enough by itself. On her tongue, she is starting to see a noticeable effect.
Of course, Johnson has no choice but to lack the training method of Dokgohwaryun. The secret of the tribe he would be learning would be more than salt, but a rare training method close to the highest level.
‘I want to know too.’
The training method that Johnson courtesy of him is so effective, but how amazing is the secret technique he keeps hidden? Dokgo Hwaryeon was curious about the secret secret of his tribe.
“Sueuuuuu.”
Control your breathing. It was a training method that could not be practiced outside, so I locked myself in my room and focused on myself. Take a deep breath in and exhale as you massage your heart.
Because Dokgo Hwaryeon’s breasts were huge, massaging his left breast didn’t feel like a massage. It felt like he was just touching his breasts. However, because it worked, Dokgo Hwaryeon moved nonstop.
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[Salt Tiger] Widened its snout from the side. A tiger made of flames, it looked like a small cat because it wasn’t fully grown yet.
‘Someday I’ll become a real tiger.’
Dokgo Hwaryeon thought so and rubbed her breasts. Take a deep breath and go back to the beginning, the ridiculous gymnastics that Johnson has made up.
The Anaconda tribe’s infancy training method was repeated. Is it because of my mood that the flames of “Salt Lake” Are felt more intensely than yesterday? It seems not. It got really hot. It was growing day by day.
* * *
“Gate, does anyone know what causes the cracks?”
The crack analysis teacher asked. An extroverted cadet with excellent grades raised her arms. Take the opportunity to answer from the teacher and present the answer confidently.
“It is because of the corruption of the spirit.”
“The corruption of the spirits, to be precise, the contamination of the spirit realm is the root cause. The reason why spirits are corrupted is because of pollution.”
In this world, rifts were more of a normal natural phenomenon. The feeling of climate change, such as rain and snow. Even so, I did not take the phenomenon lightly.
‘Because there could be casualties.’
Except for the early 1900s, when gates were just beginning to emerge, the damage caused by gates is gradually decreasing. Since the 2000s, there has been almost no substantial damage.
The sprout of a hero has grown rapidly. They spread out all over the world and closed the gates. The more the heroes were active, the more support they received.
There were certainly people who abused their superhuman powers, but the positive effect was greater than that. Criminals who cross the line have always been a nuisance.
“The gate created in the city is a passage to the spirit realm. The heroes enter the gate and purify the spirits, demons, that have been tainted with evil.”
Crack analysis is the time to unravel the setting of the original work. Under the pretext of showing Lee Do-joon studying, the author legitimately made a noise through the teacher’s mouth. As a reader, I already knew everything.
I took notes and listened to the class. It was entirely up to me to overcome the pouring drowsiness. At this time, the large size was resentful. No matter how much I crouched down, I couldn’t help but get caught.
“First graders, next week, it’s not a one-on-one match… Are you going to practice attacking the gate?”
“… Yes!”
The crack analysis teacher subtly twisted the topic. Is it because I subtracted all the progress I have to go out today? Or is it because it’s about time to finish? It seemed that he was thinking of ending it after talking about it in moderation.
1st graders will have one-on-one sparring every Monday and Friday. Monday morning to celebrate the beginning of the week, Friday morning to celebrate the end of the week.
Then, in the third week of March, we move on to the next event. In earnest, you will practice to experience and attack the gate. For reference, group assignments.
‘Lee Do-joon will be in the same group as Dokgo Hwaryeon.’
The flow itself cannot be stopped. The composition of the composition was determined by the artist’s intervention, so it was a matter beyond my will.
“The group assignment that you will taste for the first time after entering the academy will be very exciting. There may be children who explode with a thousand dollars inside, but you have to be able to overcome them all. Know?”
“Sensei, how do you organize the gate capture group?”
“How can I know that? Ask your homeroom teacher about that.”
At this time, the cadets pour out their questions and the teacher is embarrassed by the heated question baptism.
“You only do this in class, boys.”
The crack analysis professor laughs as if it’s ridiculous. At that time, the class end bell rings, and the teacher immediately prepares to hit the run. It was the last class, so I was quicker than usual.
“No greetings, goodbye!”
The teacher left the classroom. The classroom was noisy because of the loosely thrown rice cakes. The conversation blossomed with half worry and half anticipation about what kind of cadet he would be teaming up with.
“I want to be in the same group as Johnson.”
Dokgo Hwaryeon suddenly jumped out and murmured in the wind. It became natural for me to come to my place every break. Unfortunately, her dream doesn’t come true.
“Guys, you know what we’re doing next week?”
During the closing time, Jia Ryu stood in front of the church and focused the eyes of the students. She waited for her homeroom teacher’s words, everyone’s eyes twinkling.
“It’s a gate attack practice, a practice that is reflected in the rankings, so everyone should do their best.”
Jiah Ryu giggled as if she was enjoying the current situation. The atmosphere of the cadets was not bad either. Excited when exhilarated, she was no cadet frightened.
“To do that, you have to organize a group, right? The teacher divided her based on her admissions ranking. I will not accept objections, and after familiarizing myself with the members, I will contact you individually.”
“Yes!”
Some might argue that this is unfair. If the groups are grouped roughly based on the admissions ranking, some teams may have an advantage and some teams may have a disadvantage.
But those problems were really nothing. This world is the world in the original novel, and it was more ridiculous to hope that it was probable.
‘If you want to make a reason, you can make it.’
A hero must know how to find and fulfill his role anytime, anywhere. Even in a hastily organized team, you have to be able to show your strength to be a real hero.
You don’t know what will happen inside the gate, but you can’t do anything big if you stay in the greenhouse. Injustice is like the hardships and adversity that the academy grants.
“I’ll call you from group 1. Let’s get together in the classroom for now.”
Liu Jia called out her cadets one by one. There were no objections to the group composition itself. I felt that I was evenly distributed according to the ranking. Everyone in the cadets must be thinking the same thing.
“Wow, fire. Same group… ?”
“Ah, yes. Let’s try our best. Its name… ? Dojin?”
“It’s Do-jun. Do-jun Lee.”
In the back seat, Do-joon Lee and Hwaryeon Dok-go have a conversation. Dokgo Hwaryeon showed signs of regret as she leaned towards me. Lee Do-joon was just happy that he was in the same group as Dokgo Hwaryeon.
‘Our group…’
Do-joon Lee or Hwaryeon Dok-go will prepare for practice on their own. The important part from my point of view is how to lead our group.
‘Black Johnson, what the hell are you fighting for? .’
Black Johnson’s group was packed with the worst combination.
“Your level is only a hindrance. If you hold my ankle and stretch… It’s practice, it’s nabal, and I’ll smash it.”
“Hey, you seem to be forgetting the fact that you didn’t do anything in 1v1 sparring? Ugly.”
“What?”
Wang Ji-hee and Gong Su-ji, who have been fighting since the entrance ceremony, and Yoo Ji-hyeok and his henchman Kim Seong-han, who only look at the plus karate. It was the worst team in terms of compatibility.
“Bloke… !”
Yoo Ji-hyeok glared at me and gnashed his teeth. He was having a near-convulsive reaction, perhaps because of what he had done last night.
How would I react if I found out that Suji Gong even left a personal message for me? Wouldn’t it bite at crab bubbles?
“I will definitely flatten your nose.”
The prince shudders. He kept in his heart the merciless defeat by Suji Gong.
“Black baby…”
“Yoo Ji-hyeok, don’t bully Johnson.”
Yoo Ji-hyeok, who opens his eyes to racial discrimination, and Gong Su-ji, who frowns and stops him. Yoo Ji-hyeok watched Gong Su-ji’s eyes and killed the momentum.
The individual’s ability was outstanding, but the atmosphere was bloody. Feeling 5 minutes before opening. Our group’s status was highlighted because of the other groups who were friendly.
“Okay, it would be better to start with a full voice. My name is Black Johnson Anaconda. Please call me Johnson. Yo.”
I know them, but they don’t know each other very well. In particular, Wang Ji-hee would not even know the names of Yoo Ji-hyeok or Kim Seong-han. Borrowing this spot, we decided to know each other’s names.
“It’s in the air. I will leave it up to you.”
“Princess.”
“… It’s Yoo Ji-hyeok.”
“Hehe, my name is Seonghan Kim.”
At least Kim Seonghan was the best. Although he was Yoo Ji-hyeok’s henchman, he was the only one who gave off a human scent in this bloody atmosphere. Maybe it was because he was an extra, so it felt very friendly.
“Very Good, it seems we’ve already become friends.”
“…”
I felt very fortunate to have the body of Black Johnson.
Wait, why his group is so big?