Translator: Wan ED/PR: Personal Ghost
63. Surveillance (6)
Before the body of fainted Han Yi fully hit the ground, Miro caught Han Yi with one hand.
Dokgo Miro looked at Han Yi, who closed her eyes, with a complicated gaze.
It was an expression, she didn’t make during the spar.
“Han Yi-ah!”
“She lost consciousness. It seems she has fainted.” [1]
After teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim gave the signal about the end of spar, the class children ran towards the two people.
Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim stopped the agitated class children, who came towards Han Yi, and checked on Han Yi.
After checking the state of Han Yi’s superpower wave, teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim pocketed the recovery item card he was holding in his hand.
“We should take her to the infirmary first.”
“Is Han Yi okay?”
“There doesn’t seem to be any big problems. She will be fine even without using a recovery item.”
The class children were visibly relieved, and among them, Dokgo Miro looked the most relieved.
Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim laid Han Yi on the stretcher item, which was prepared in the gym no. 3, while he spoke to Dokgo Miro.
“Dokgo Miro, you come to the infirmary too.”
“… I’m not hurt anywhere.”
Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim glanced at Dokgo Miro’s fist.
Dokgo Miro’s fist was burning red.
‘It seems it turned out like this when in the last moment after she dropped the weapon and blew a fist.’
The bare-handed combatants like Han Yi and Maeng Hyodon usually wore combat protectors on their hands.
The Players, who used weapons, didn’t wear protectors for the sake of hand sensations and were usually holding a weapon bare-handed.
There were gloves among the defense equipment, but Dokgo Miro used the morning star bare-handed.
“Even though you knew that she was wearing protective gear around the vital points, you attacked with bare hands, without wrapping them in superpower waves. Your hands won’t last if you fight like this.”
Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim scolded Dokgo Miro with a strict voice.
Dokgo Miro blew a fist with her bare hand without an ounce of superpower wave in the last moment, and it seemed she hurt her hand a little in the end.
‘She ended up only with this degree of damage after hitting Han Yi through the protection gear?’
Usually, if one did that, wouldn’t they end up with a fractured or dislocated joints at the base of metacarpal bones?
Dokgo Miro moved the reddened hand like there was nothing wrong with it, while saying.
“It just looks like it, it’s not particularly hurt. I’m fine. I’ll be cautious next time!”
Dokgo Miro replied in a very friendly way, but teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim didn’t feel satisfied with it[2], and besought her to go to the infirmary right away.
Before teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim went with Han Yi to the infirmary, he said something unexpected.
“I’ll leave you to vice homeroom teacher Yong Jegeon-nim. Teacher Yong Jegeon-nim, come out, please.”
“Ah, you knew, huh? As expected, the Great Archer of Blue Sky is different.”
Swish!
The game category dragon came down from the gym’s ceiling.
I guess he used Flight skill and was flying somewhere under the gym’s ceiling.
Because Yong Jegeon hid his presence so well and there was no animosity towards other parties, I didn’t notice him.
I was amazed that there was nothing the Yong tribe’s favorite couldn’t do, but was also surprised.
As if I wasn’t the only one surprised, the class children, excluding Hwang Jiho, looked at Yong Jegeon with shocked faces.
“Hahahaha! I guess no one knew, eh?”
Hwang Jiho looked at the class children, and laughed with excitement.
‘If you knew, you could’ve told me a bit earlier.’
But as that geezer probably wanted to laugh, while seeing the surprised children, he would never open his mouth.
As if satisfied with surprising the children, Yong Jegeon started something similar to a class with an ecstatic expression.
“Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim left you to me, so I’ll carry on with the class. What shall we do? … Alright, it would be good idea to analyze the movements of the victor Miro. Miro-ah, come here.”
“… Ah, yes!”
As Yong Jegeon gave an explanation, while showing a video stored on the recording devices inside the gym, and Dokgo Miro reenacted it, the class progressed.
The children, who at first couldn’t focus on the class, because they were worried about Han Yi, gradually leant their ears to Yong Jegeon’s explanation.
When teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim returned in the middle and firmly confirmed that there were no problems with Han Yi after examination, the atmosphere got much better.
Especially Sawol Seeum and Kwon Lena, who couldn’t read Dokgo Miro and Han Yi’s movements at all, continued to admire in the process of reviewing the spar.
“Wow, then at that moment, You didn’t just avoid Han Yi’s attack, but also moved considering the morning star’s range, eh!”
“Miro is really strong…”
Kim Yuri kept talking to Dokgo Miro and actively asked questions about the spar, while Min Geurin kept unconsciously sketching in the air, while looking at the spar video left by the recording deices.
Song Daeseok and Maeng Hyodon raised their voices and argued about how they would disrupt Dokgo Miro’s moves, and it very much looked like they wanted to spar right now.
But as teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim looked at them with a stern face, they ducked their tails straight away.
As such, it seemed that the Player’s combat practice 2 class was going to peacefully come to an end.
“Sinrok-yi is like this too, he cares a lot about Han Yi.”
While passing Hwang Jiho, Yong Jegeon threw a word, but Hwang Jiho didn’t address him.
Seeing Hwang Jiho walking down the road, while ignoring him, the corners of Yong Jegeon’s lips rose up.
Instead of addressing Yong Jegeon, I decided to worry about the injured classmate.
‘Will Han Yi be okay?’
Dokgo Miro and Han Yi’s past history.
It would be disrespectful to cut into the two’s matters as I liked.
Hwang Jiho’s young alter-ego already inserted himself into Gwangli Elementary School, and interfered in several ways, but he couldn’t do anything like inform Han Yi of the facts that Dokgo Miro tried to hide.
‘So Hwang Jiho will also probably stay quiet.’
While moving after the class ended, Hwang Jiho’s gaze turned towards the central zone, where the infirmary was.
* * *
When Han Yi opened her eyes again, she wasn’t in the gym.
When she sat up in bed, the back of her neck felt sore, and her head was spinning.
She forced herself to blink and look ahead, taking in her surroundings.
Pure white curtains and sheets entered her eyes.
‘This is… infirmary, right?’
In the past, Han Yi visited the infirmary together with Kwon Lena and Sawol Seeum.
When Han Yi tried to go to a dangerous place and tried to push the two people away, they ended fighting in the process, and then all three went to the infirmary to write letters of reflection.
She recalled the memories of that time one after another at the smell of disinfectant brushing the tip of her nose.
Paat!
Sensing the presence of exploding superpower wave at her side, Han Yi swiftly turned her head.
The originator of the superpower wave were Gong Cheonghwon’s fingertips.
Behind Gong Cheonghwon, a nurse with specialization for Players passed by, it seemed that he consulted with her about Han Yi’s body state a moment ago.
Gong Cheonghwon spoke slowly to clearly show the shape of his lips.
“Rest a bit more. The recovery items weren’t used, but there still will be some pain.”
“… Teacher Gong Cheonghwon-nim.”
“Miro controlled her strength well, so it seems there won’t be any after-effects, but it will hurt a bit today.”
When Gong Cheonghwon mentioned Dokgo Miro, Han Yi belatedly realized.
‘… I lost, huh?’
She was completely defeated by Dokgo Miro.
Han Yi fought with all her might, but Dokgo Miro fought while being considerate not to seriously hurt Han Yi.
As the person who personally sparred, Han Yi knew that fact better than anyone else, so she bit her lips in humiliation and disappointment at herself.
Then Gong Cheonghwon handed her a mug of warm water.
“Thank You…”
While Han Yi slowly drunk water, Gong Cheonghwon explained the process of how Han Yi got here.
Han Yi worried if Gong Cheonghwon saw her ugly spar, but it didn’t seem to be the case.
“Teacher Ham Geunhyeong-nim and the 1st year class 0’s class president brought Han Yi. The class hasn’t ended yet, so They left You to me and went.”
“Were You in the infirmary by coincidence?”
Even though the answer was no, Han Yi asked Gong Cheonghwon.
Gong Cheonghwon shook his head and replied.
“I was waiting. I thought that whoever wins, one of the two would go to the infirmary.”
“… and Miro?”
“I didn’t see Miro.”
As Han Yi one-sidedly lost, she was not in a position to worry about the winner, Dokgo Miro.
Even so, Han Yi thought it was good that Dokgo Miro wasn’t hurt.
The one who suddenly asked Dokgo Miro to spar and set the conditions was Han Yi.
She worried that Dokgo Miro wouldn’t accept her spar request, but Dokgo Miro responded to it sincerely.
‘Now I can’t ask Miro about what happened, huh…?’
Han Yi asked Gong Cheonghwon with a subdued voice.
“The reason Miro doesn’t talk to me — is because I’m weak?”
It was a disconnected question, but Gong Cheonghwon wasn’t flustered.
As if Gong Cheonghwon knew why the two sparred and what were the conditions, he didn’t ask even one question.
Even then, Gong Cheonghwon had a face like he saw through the entire situation.
“Even if Han Yi was strong enough to defeat Miro, Miro wouldn’t tell Han Yi anything.”
She acknowledged Gong Cheonghwon’s words, but Han Yi couldn’t break away from the feeling of powerlessness for a while.
Even after a few hours had passed, and the class children came to visit her to eat lunch today, she had to do her best to hide her expression.
“Han Yi-ah, if it’s difficult to move, should we order a food delivery here?”
“… This is infirmary.”
“Jiho suggested it. According to Jiho, chairman said it was fine!”
Looking at Dokgo Miro, who talked to her and smiled like nothing had happened, the feeling of powerlessness grew even stronger.
However, Han Yi decided not to ask any more questions as she promised at the start.
Han Yi clenched her fists under the sheets, where they weren’t visible and tried hard to act calm.
Her old close friend Hwang-ho quietly watched that scene.
* * *
After classes.
In the Newspaper Club, I checked Mun Saeron’s movements to confirm if the story about the spar perhaps leaked, but luckily it didn’t seem to be the case.
It was known that the 1st year class 0’s children blackened all the gym windows, but it seemed that the people thought we were preparing something in the celebration of Dokgo Miro coming to school.
“I plan to go to gather news overseas on the weekend. Who goes with me!”
“Why suddenly overseas?”
“Just to get a bit of fresh air and gather news!”
Mun Saeron was planning oversea trip to gather news about the Phantom Thief Neon, but I wanted to stop her.
There was nothing good about troubling oneself to gather information about it, and what’s more, Phantom Thief Neon was on the Korean Peninsula, and he was even attention seeking, while loitering inside school.
“… And now that I think about it, Prince Yeom Junyeol used to ask me all sorts of question about the Red Wall Thief at the beginning, but He doesn’t do that these days.”
Suddenly the topic of ‘that word’ jumped out!
When Yeom Junyeol finished his short period overseas study early and returned to the Eungwang School, he accepted Mun Saeron’s interview, to dig into the information about it.
It seemed that Mun Saeron remembered that time.
I read the materials on the hologram, pretending not to know, but Hwang Jiho’s gaze was following me.
That geezer examined my complexion every time ‘that word’ came out.
“I have an appointment with Yu Sang-hun, so I’ll go first.”
“… Hmm. Okay, stay safe.”
Luckily after the Newspaper Club’s activities, which felt like sitting on needles, I escaped the geezer’s gaze.
When I headed to the appointed location with a relieved face, a message arrived on the device.
Thinking it might have been sent by Yu Sang-hun, I checked it right away, but it wasn’t.
What rang the alarm was a message sent by Seodol.
[Cunning] I returned home.
[Cunning] In fact, I didn’t return today, but I had a lot of work to deal with, so I’m contacting You late. Apologies.
I wasn’t waiting for his contact, so there was nothing to exactly apologize for.
After Seodol briefly talked about his personal matters, which I didn’t ask for, he got to the point.
[Cunning] When should I give You the gift commemorating my return home?
Was it something like the gift he talked about before?
It seemed that he said that there was one he didn’t know if I would like or not, and the other that I would hate.
I changed the message which gist was ‘whenever Seodol was comfortable, because I didn’t care if he gave it to me or not’ to a polite phrasing and sent it.
As I sent the message, I heard a familiar voice.
“Hey.”
In front of the gates.
Yu Sang-hun was waiting.
*~*~*
[1] “She lost consciousness. It seems she has fainted.” — Mok Uram’s sentence
[2] feel satisfied with it — ‘melt frost’ in raws.
Translator’s note: Jo Uisin struggling so hard not to let his inner thoughts out.
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