I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

6 – 6. Right Hand

As expected, I was able to find Chris without difficulty.

He is leaning against the wall next to the back door.

I casually passed by him and whispered softly.

‘Please come to the front of the teacher’s office.’

‘…Why?’

‘There are many eyes to see and ears to hear. ‘I’ll tell you upstairs.’

That’s how we arrived, right above the main auditorium.

The floor where the teacher’s office was located was empty, as expected.

The reason was simple. Now, about a month after Russell started returning, most of the instructors have gotten private rooms.

Private rooms are available when an instructor has a ‘direct disciple’.

Although it is said that this requires mutual agreement with the student, there has never been a case where a student refused the instructor’s contact, except in very rare cases.

Each instructor can have up to three students. In this case, competition among students is fierce.

All the necessary errands as an instructor can be handled in a private room, so there is no need to come to the teacher’s office.

If you are a person worthy of coming to a space with just such an assortment,

“I would have definitely told you to avoid unnecessary contact.”

Chris, who does not have any students because he plays a perfect man who is wary of even giving the impression of favoritism toward students.

“It was such an important matter that I had no choice.”

Any student in his or her right mind would never fall under her, so I guess she would be like that.

A gloomy tone of voice crosses the quiet hallway.

“Okay, what is that important and great business?”

“First of all, I will return it to you.”

What I held out was a small key.

It was the key to the underground warehouse handed over to him this morning.

“I went there in person, and there really wasn’t anything special. “I don’t think I can hold and swing those heavy weapons.”

“So, I told you so. “I think I told you to throw away the key since you won’t need it anyway, but it’s good that you’ve held on to the lecture with that stupid brain.”

“So, this is the next best option. “I need an offering.”

“…An offering?”

Chris’ eyebrows twitched at the word sacrifice.

“Yes, a sacrifice. If the plan goes awry, you have to force the gate to open. It’s a better alternative than struggling with a weapon I can’t even carry. “I understand that your holy sword can temporarily absorb the power of the target it stabs, is that correct?”

“Keep going.”

“I have a friend I’ve set my sights on.”

“…What is its name?”

Chris responded calmly, but he couldn’t hide the slight trembling in his voice from embarrassment.

Perhaps she is doubtful that now, her name will not be the only one that comes out of her mouth.

But, I already knew.

“Scarlet Rain.”

“…”

Her next best option was to open her gate as an offering to her, Chris’s arbitrary plan of hers.

Ivan probably didn’t know.

If it had been a plan I made with Ivan, when I said I would get something from the underground storage room and swing it in the morning, people would have said what nonsense I was talking about when there was already the next best option called Scarlett.

His complexion turned blue when I caught his thoughts, but I didn’t stop.

“This is a friend who possesses unrivaled physical ability and potential that no first-year student can mess with. But, even so, I’m still a student. You can easily subdue it, but to you, it’s just a walking ball of energy. “Isn’t it perfect as a sacrifice?”

“I see. “It makes sense.”

He looked like he had a lot to say, but all he could do now was positive.

He had to go so far as to delusion that Ivan had mind-reading abilities in order to suspect that he had figured out his plan.

From Chris’s perspective, his thoughts and Ivan’s thoughts overlapped perfectly. He was so elaborate.

And he seemed very displeased with that fact.

However, I could not deny that the plan was poor.

It’s like spitting in his own face.

“Okay. Let’s organize it. “Would it be okay if I summoned a student named Scarlett Rain to the rooftop of the main auditorium at midnight tomorrow?”

“That’s correct.”

“Okay, then I-“

“No, I will do it.”

Where are you going to hit the player?

I didn’t bring this up first for nothing.

It is still a method that deviates from the regular method, but the fewer variables, the better.

So, you will quietly suck your fingers in the dormitory until midnight tomorrow.

“…Are you just interrupting me?”

“The act of summoning a student in the middle of the night is completely inconsistent with your usual behavior. So, I will do it.”

“Why are you so sure she will listen to you and come out?”

“They’re threatening that it won’t be fun if it doesn’t come out, right? If you say that, it’s a practical joke, and if I say it, it’s a creepy threat. Instead, you will be the one to cajole her from her rooftop and catch her off guard. “That way, you can’t avoid it and you won’t get stabbed, right?”

Look at that guy’s face. Scarlett is your brother…. No, my brother will do it.

However, he was a person who knew how to distinguish between public and private matters.

Chris glares at me harshly but nods.

“I will do that.”

“Yes.”

“But, I think you’re misunderstanding something.”

Hwiik-

·

I thought the conversation was over and all that was left was to go back, but that wasn’t the case.

The cool sound of the wind cracking.

What my brain recognized as an extreme situation was,

It was Chris’ fist flying into the right side of my face.

However, his hands are faster than his eyes.

In this situation where time seems to have stopped, the conclusion my eyes came to was, ‘We can never avoid it.’

‘You can’t tell the difference between public and private, you petty bastard!’

The swordsman instructor couldn’t resist and punched the theory instructor. Even more so because it was a surprise attack.

I wanted to gather all the people in the neighborhood and expose them to see what this crazy person is doing, but unfortunately, in this split second, it is the most resistance I can do….

All I had to do was close my right eye tightly so that there would be no problem with my eyeball.

–

Percussion!

“…Huh?”

Huh?

It’s strange. No matter how tense your whole body is and how slowly time passes, it seems like the time to be hit and knocked around has long since passed, but the blow doesn’t come.

Did Chris regain his senses for a moment and stop her fist near his face?

I had that thought for a moment, but it wasn’t.

The fist that should have been stuck in my chin,

“How…” .”

Because my right hand caught it.

The fist thrown by the swordsmanship instructor with strength A and agility A,

The theory of strength C and agility C is a situation that the instructor caught like catching a baseball.

It doesn’t make sense. Are the stats a joke?

But it actually happened. It was important to recognize that first.

I spoke quietly to Chris, who was completely stunned.

“You’re being overly emotional today. “What happened?”

“…I think you forgot my topic.”

The instructor in front of him seemed to have finally realized his own expression.

Chris shakes off his right hand and then turns around.

“That’s all for today, but you better keep that in mind. “No matter what arrogant thoughts you have, they are ultimately in the palm of my hand.”

“I’ve never had any profane thoughts, but I’ll keep that in mind for now.”

His back as he hurriedly walked away looked completely different from his usual dignified back.

Chris left like that, but I decided to wait a little longer.

After about 10 minutes, I was sure that I was the only one on this floor by checking the stairs he went down….

“Oh my gosh, it’s done.”

I sat down on the floor and sighed.

One twist of development is this intense.

“Anyway, what did you really do?”

A situation where you blocked an attack that you could not have prevented even if you knew it.

It felt as if the right hand had taken the initiative and acted first.

I opened my palm and looked at it. The right hand is fine, without any signs of injury or swelling.

Did you still call him an accomplice? No, looking at his expression, I don’t think that’s the case.

“First of all…. “Let’s drink some water and think about it.”

Giving Scarlett a note was my top priority, and I was also concerned about blocking the previous blow.

First of all, I wanted to quench the thirst in my throat.

It was natural that my throat burned as I risked my life to act like a crazy person.

There’s probably some water in the teacher’s room.

–

Rat-clatter-

But the door doesn’t open easily, perhaps because it’s caught on something or rusty.

“Ac, now even the door is in trouble.”

Just like that, based on momentary irritation, I tightened my right hand holding the doorknob.

At that moment,

The right hand began to glow.

“Uh, huh?”

Wait a minute. Wait for a sec. Why is this like this?

In my status window, there was no such thing as the ability for the hand to emit light on its own?

However, I soon found out.

I was curious about the abilities of my right hand a little while ago.

And the method was very intuitive.

Kwaaang-!

Wooden boards flying with a loud noise.

The things that were blocking my path disappeared in an instant.

In short, the door burst open.

“f*ck.”

Mom.

His right hand is strange.

“A status window appears. “Please explain immediately.”

Ivan’s information unfolds before your eyes as if you had been waiting for it.

It was clear what to check. Unique abilities.

In all my gaming life, I have never seen an ability like this.

-Discernment (EX)

-Piece of Battery (EX)

But, it stayed the same. I was so distracted in the morning that I thought I missed it.

Nowhere was there anything written about this guy’s right hand.

That’s when I read the status window in reverse order.

My gaze stopped.

Strength: C (+1)

A stereotypical third-rate villain.

Ivan Kherson thought it was just a noisy empty cart.

When I checked again, there was a faint mark left on the back of my right hand.

A mark, or a tattoo. It’s so faint that if you don’t look at it properly, you’ll think there’s something on it….

Laplace’s stigma.