Chapter 13 – New Daily Life (3)
The self-introduction is over. Teacher Jeonga asked Ichie.
“Miss Ichie. Can you speak Korean?”
“…Little. I know.”
Ichie held up her finger and said, As Korean words came out of his mouth, the students muttered a bit, then quieted down. She was a little dumb, but not difficult to understand. Teacher Jeonga said.
“Then, please introduce your skills in Korean.”
Ichie turned the belt around his waist. The plain black hilt was polished and looked like a high-end item. As Ichie tried to pull out her own sword, Miss Jeonga quickly shook her head and pressed her hand.
It meant explaining, not pulling out.
Ichie nodded her head, then looked at us and said.
“With a knife, if you cut a monster, it becomes heavy. If it’s too heavy, I can take it off.”
It seemed that the more the monster was cut, the heavier the sword became, and the weight could be reduced if necessary. It was an ability that was useful in its own way the stronger her magnetic power was, but one that fell short of her first impression of her when she first entered.
One of the students raised her hand. Teacher Jeonga said.
“Ichie, do you take questions from students?”
“Question. Take it.”
She nodded her head. The student asked.
“Why is your nickname ‘1’?”
She heard the question and raised one finger of hers. Her index finger pointed at the number 1.
“In Japanese, 1 is ‘ichi’. Go to ‘Ichi’ to ‘Ichi’. Takara ‘Ichi’”
“Any other questions? Since the training session is about to begin, please ask personal questions privately.”
Teacher Jung-a noticed the hands moving up and pushed away her private questions. As she let go of her bluff, her students put her hands under her desk and bowed her heads like scallops hiding in her tidal flats.
“Good job. Ichie student. Please go to your seat. Ask your mentors and partners for details.”
Miss Ichie walked over and sat down next to me with a taciturn face. She seemed to have heard from Lee Jung-ah in advance that I was her partner. It was because he looked at me and bowed lightly once. As I said her goodbyes to her, Teacher Jeonga ordered her to disperse.
When the other students looked at Ichie and slowly noticed, I said to Ichie.
“Mr. Ichie?”
“Call me Ichie. While attending the academy. I heard you act together. Yoroshiku.”
“Ah, yes, Yoroshiku.”
It probably meant good wishes. I said as I got up from her seat with her. She was moving as I moved. When I saw signs of wanting to leave with me, the students quickly lost interest and began to scatter to other places. I walked down the hallway and asked Ichie. I know that she is not good at Korean, so I spoke as slowly and slowly as possible.
“It makes sense. Now I’m going to do physical training, which team are you going to?”
“Uh… Hmm…”
She thought for a moment, then lifted the electronic pad and began to write. She seemed unaccustomed to writing with a pad. Crooked letters appeared in front of me. It was written in Chinese characters, so I was taken aback for a moment.
[10 以上 15 未満]
“More than 10 and less than 15?”
Ichie nodded her head. They were on the same team as me. I thought that I was lucky in my heart. It was because it was good to get to know each other even a little while training together. I spoke again slowly, paying attention to the pronunciation.
“Same team as me. That’s it. Let’s go together.”
“Is it so. Great.”
Contrary to his cold first impression, he was a very gentle child. I felt very fortunate to have partnered with such a person. My mentor was a good person, and my partner was also a good person. For some reason, I could feel that the academy life was becoming more enjoyable little by little.
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“Fuck…”
Of course, that didn’t make training pleasant. At first, the students, who gave off animal-like eyes at the arrival of a new female student, were running back and forth like newborn lambs in front of the instructor’s stern gaze and tight training. They were moving motionless steps toward their respective homes, seemingly not interested in who Ichie was.
It was difficult for me too. It didn’t spread to death like the other students who had been trained, but it ached all over the body.
Ichie was also sitting in the corner of the gym with a sweaty face. As if she didn’t even know what had happened to her, she sat down. She was breathing heavily, staring at the volleyball as if it were a family she hadn’t seen in a long time.
I told her, roughly wringing out her sweaty T-shirt.
“It makes sense. Are you okay?”
Ichie nodded her head and forced her to stand up. With her sweaty hands on the wall, she spread her legs in a giraffe-like position and raised her body. I tried to hold her, but then she hesitated and withdrew her hand again. Ichie said, wiping her face with the towel around her neck.
“Shower room. Doconi Aruno?”
“Shower room. It’s under construction.”
It was the reason me and other students returned without being able to shower. Originally, a simple construction project that was supposed to be completed before or after the entrance ceremony was discovered after discovering a defect inside the shower room, and it became so big that I hadn’t been able to use the shower room for nearly two weeks.
Ichie frowned slightly at those words and grumbled.
“Uso.”
“It is real.”
In the faraway shower room, there was a meaningless construction period and a person wearing a hard hat and bowing his head. Ichie seemed unable to accept this fact. I said.
“It can’t be helped. Please follow me for a moment. Cool off your sweat and have someone to meet.”
At this time, the bench in front of the parking lot was a space that was no different from a reserved seat for me and senior Yoo Jeong. Especially today, since Ichie came, it was clear that senior Yoojung would definitely come too. When I asked to follow her, she nodded, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She trusted me quite a bit when I first met her today.
I took her in and opened her door to her gym. The cool breeze blowing from the parking lot couldn’t have been more welcoming. The hem clung to her arm with a cool sensation as if her clothes were drying out. She said to Ichie.
“Who. See you?”
“Senior Yoo Jeong!”
When I saw senior Yoo-jeong, I waved her hand with her happy face. Senior Yu-jeong saw me and she smiled brightly, then she looked at her ichi next to her and she slightly hardened her face. Does she actually hate Japanese? Then she smiled weakly again and told me.
“I had a hard time today. The student next to you is Ichigaya, right?”
“That’s right.”
Ichie nodded her head. She looked over at Yoo-jung and then looked at me again.
“Lover. Are you a lover?”
“Yes?”
“Oh no! Not our lover, but our mentor.”
I was startled and said so to Ichie. Senior Yoo-jeong was suddenly looking at her vehicle with her head turned away. She crossed her legs while holding her ears. Her skinny jeans made her legs stand out.
“Mentor? Ah, mentor. Sorry. I misunderstood.”
She said that and bowed her head. Senior Yoojeong took a deep breath and shook her head. She then glanced at me, she said to Ichie.
“No. Well, there is no need to apologize.”
And she looked Ichie up and down her. She looked at Ichie for a long time as if in a search battle, then smiled again.
“Would you like to sit down? I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Thank you.”
She bowed her head again and said hello. And I sat on her bench with a small attitude and looked at senior Yoo-jung. In the meantime, senior Yoo-jeong was walking to her vending machine, taking out her wallet. I approached Yoo-jung and said.
“Senior, today I…”
“If you get eaten by a junior, you get scolded. Go sit down Are you going to make a new freshman come in for the first time today?”
“Ah, that…”
“Because it’s okay.”
She nodded as if telling Ichie to go beside him quickly. I was pushed by her momentum and had to sit on her bench again. Ichie was looking around. For Ichie, who was here for the first time today, the surroundings seemed to give him a different feeling.
“It’s a student. How well do you speak Korean?”
And senior Yoojung came back with her drink. She asked while opening a can of coffee. Ichie flexed her fingers, she said.
“Little. I can do a little bit.”
“That’s good enough. Ichie Yang. By any chance, is there a guild you want to join here?”
“Not yet.”
Senior Yu-jeong nodded her head at those words, and then she asked.
“Is it so? Ichie student. Then can I take a moment to explain our guild?”
“Explanation? Should I go in?”
“You don’t have to come in right away, and I’d be grateful if you listened and thought about it.”
In response to Ichie’s question, Yujeong shook her head. I silently watched the conversation between Ichie and Yujeong. Drinks taste better today.
“I want to listen.”
Ichie nodded. As if waiting, Senior Yoo-jeong took out an electronic pad and began to spread out the materials containing the guild’s biography and guild’s achievements. Most of the materials were translated into Japanese for easy reading, and some video materials had Japanese audio.
I could see how sincere the Black Dragon Ark was in recruiting. Senior Yoo Jung said.
“Our guild profile is this much. And as a perk, if you come to our guild, you can use ‘Miyamoto Musashi’ as your nickname when you become a B-class hunter later.”
“I’m not going.”
As soon as Ichie heard that, she shook her head and said, Senior Yujeong stiffened as she had explained and looked at Ichie. Ichie stubbornly shook his head and said.
“Nickname. It’s too bad. Musashi is not good. ‘Ichi’ is good.”
“…I’ll talk to the ark about this.”
Senior Yoojeong sighed and put her data back in. And she spoke to Ichie again.
“You don’t have to decide right away, just think about it a little longer. Our Black Dragon room really wants to recruit Miss Ichie.”
“Worry. I will.”
Ichie nodded her head. After she finished her explanation, Senior Yu-jeong looked at her again and muttered.
“Anyway, she’s very pretty…”
“Yes?”
When Ichie asked again, senior Yoojeong suddenly looked at me and said,
“Oh, you know we have a field trip next week, right? Practice going with a D-class Hunter.”
