A Veteran of the Hero Academy

“Cheap.. Jijik…. Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa Rappa Papa!”

Damn kid, really f*cking academy!

As soon as I opened my eyes, a smirk came out.

I woke up to the sound of the wake-up trumpet as if I was covered in cold water.

The Hero Academy had a bad taste.

Occasionally, I wake up all the students with the trumpet and have them gather on the playground.

What do you mean by emergency preparedness training?

For students, it was a nightmare.

If you leave late, you will be deducted points and left out regardless of gender.

I roughly put on something and ran down the hallway.

The hallway was full of students with irritable faces like me.

“Damn the kid!!!”

There was a loud shouting that echoed in the hallway.

“f*ck!”

I followed the swearing and cried out.

Swearing is good for your mental health if it comes out of your mouth.

So, as much as possible, I spit swear words out of my mouth.

It was spring, but the morning air was still chilly.

I went out to the playground, rubbing my arms.

I’m going to wear long sleeves.

Students lined up on the playground.

I stood in the last row of them.

“one!”

“two!”

The kid in front of each row was calling out his number.

I sat down with the kid in front of me, looking around.

“Number over!”

I got used to this training, so the line was cleared up quickly.

“Damn it”

“Then why are you doing something like this?”

I could hear the students grunting around me.

In the distance, the sound of late students being beaten could be heard.

Most likely, first-year students will encounter this situation for the first time.

When I was in 1st grade, I was really hit.

Even I tend to sleep a lot in the morning, so I’ve had it for almost the entire freshman year.

“Uh-oh, a paid student!”

Oh, that wretched voice.

I could tell just by hearing his voice.

It was a cheap deshon.

Deshon was on the same level as me overall.

s*xuality, appearance, height, and swordsmanship skills.

The difference was that that guy was the top, but he was still an aristocrat.

There was no difference from commoners because only his name was aristocratic, but that was the only thing he was better than me.

He seemed to feel homophobic towards me, whether he knew these things.

The guy was anxious because he couldn’t fight when he saw me.

It was the biggest humiliation of my life to see him laughing on the floor while holding my stomach when I was judged to be paid.

When I turned my head to the side where the sound was coming from, I saw a f*cking face.

He had orange hair and a face full of freckles that looked disgusting.

Still, I’m better than that guy.

“Who is this, isn’t this Cucking Ugly Orange?”

I said, pretending to be an adult.

“Who’s Cucking Ugly! You ugly commoner!”

Deshon frowned and shouted.

That guy also looked at me and thought he was better looking.

That fact made me feel even worse.

“You’re Cucking Ugly, you f*cking orange!”

Orange hair was one of his complexes.

I learned in martial arts practice class that in order to win a fight, you have to dig into your opponent’s weaknesses.

The guy’s expression was rotten and stained as my punch went in pretty well.

“this person..”

He was at a loss for words, so he couldn’t speak.

Intoxicated with a sense of victory, I spread the middle fingers of both hands to him.

So, why are you always squirming at me?

“fist”

I heard a voice coming down on purpose from the front.

“fist!”

We immediately stood up and shouted.

I looked ahead and saw Instructor Harper.

Instructor Harper, who was a little short and had a slim body, was visible.

Instructor Harper, for some reason, was always wearing a red hat so full that he couldn’t see his eyes.

Because she is small and tall, some students initially objected to her, but as the students who faced each other were beaten by Harper side by side and ended up living in bed, there were no more students fighting Harper’s instructor.

Since then, rumors have circulated that Instructor Harper’s red hat was originally white, but red with the blood of the students.

I think it’s a well-founded rumor.

“number.”

“One! Two!… End of number”

Students standing at the front of the line raised their flag and shouted their number.

“Relax your body”

As soon as Instructor Harper finished speaking, the students were busily warming up.

I also loosened my ankles and wrists.

“As usual, one lap of the academy. Full speed. If you fall behind…”

Instructor Harper didn’t say the last word.

There are words in the world that you can understand without having to hear them.

And for the most part, it’s better not to hear those words.

We ran through the academy at full speed.

When I went around the academy, I got fever all over my body.

“You. You. You. Wear your clothes straight.”

The students, who had been designated by Instructor Harper, hurriedly adjusted their clothes.

“Be sure to take a shower for hygiene. This is the end of the roll call.”

“End of roll call!!”

the students shouted.

You have to run fast to wash in time.

Knowing that, the students pushed each other and ran.

When I first left the room, I took out the toiletries in the hallway, so I was able to get into the shower faster than others.

Fortunately, we found an empty shower booth.

Soaked in warm water.

Gubo always sucks when he runs, but after running, it’s a little rewarding.

“Hey, you commoner bastard! What did you say earlier!”

At that moment, Deshon’s voice was heard next to him.

“I said f*cking orange, you bastard!”

I don’t put up with guys weaker than me.

When I turned around with a full expression on my face, Deshon, who looked like a d*ck, was taking a shower.

“You commoner bastard! See you later outside the academy!”

“Yeah, I’ll live in the academy for the rest of my life~”

“To live in the academy for the rest of my life because I’m afraid someone isn’t a paid student. f*ck a dog! It’s like a paid student!”

Deshon’s tone of swearing was a bit awkward.

Those swear words were all taught me.

I lowered the hand that was washing my hair and showed him my middle finger.

Then the guy gave me his middle finger.

It looked ridiculous to others, but we were serious.

After wrestling for a while, they each went back to their rooms.

There were always harsh words and actions like this, but there was no physical quarrel. Because when we fight, other people find out that we are each other’s shit.

Ironically, the stress was relieved in such childishness.

I went to the classroom to take the first class.

Lesson 1 was a time to understand monsters.

I don’t know why I had to understand such ugly things, but it was a required course.

The classroom was still quiet.

As usual, I went to the back corner and sat down.

It is also comfortable to sit in this seat.

I had some time left until the lecture started, so I sat down at my desk.

I woke up with a knock in front of me.

When I woke up, class had already started.

I did not know who it was, but I thanked the person who woke me up in my heart.

Teacher Benjamin, who was in charge of the understanding of monsters class, was talking.

“Now then, starting today, we’ll be in groups. Have you made up all the groups?”

The most terrifying word for assassins is ‘Jo’.

As soon as I heard it, my mind was filled with fear and irritation.

But what have you already done ?

I guess I made a joe while I was sleeping.

hey! If you want to wake up, you should wake up earlier.

I swear to the guy who woke me up for nothing.

But in fact, if I had woken up early, I wouldn’t have been able to form a group.

Rather, it was a good excuse for me.

“Raise your hand if you can’t make it.”

Mr. Benjamin said the most shameful thing to the assassins.

But I had to raise my hand.

public execution.

“One two three four. There are only four. Four are in the same group.”

Fortunately, there must have been three other Assa besides me.

That fact gave me relief.

Phew – I’m not the only one who’s sad.

“Then we will sit in groups. Students who could not form a group, check each other in the back.”

When Mr. Benjamin finished speaking, the students moved.

I didn’t have to move because I was in the back seat anyway.

“Kikkick- ah bastard. Didn’t you make a joe?”

A mournful voice was heard next to him.

Ah, this bastard is taking this class too.

unlucky bastard.

I ignored Deshon’s words.

Then De’Shawn quietly sat down with the exception of the chair to my right.

“what”

Deshon pretended not to hear me and looked the other way.

Oh right, this kid was cool too.

“Aww bastard”

The reason we hate each other is also homophobia.

So who are the other two?

“Keuk.. I see you again… Comrade… Is it Destiny from which you can’t escape… Kuk”?

oh shit

A madman sat to my left, muttering.

“Keuk.. Everyone seems to be afraid of me… Ah… Is it my fault for being inexperienced in power control.. Kwok…”

The madman grabbed the eyepatch and said.

“Fuha! Did you even know the crazy guy? You get along well with your brother-in-law. We get along well. You take responsibility for the crazy guy. Because I never intend to sit next to him.”

De’Shawn groaned at me.

I came here because the map was cheap.

I felt a headache because it felt like a dream team would be formed.

It was so scary to see the last member.

Please, the last member is a normal person.

normal person.

I prayed inwardly.

“Hello bitches.”

An angry voice was heard.

When I looked up, there was a beautiful woman with red hair and a bursting body that seemed to be on fire.

I could tell just by looking at who it was.

The Academy’s infamous Mad Dog Vicky.

If he doesn’t like it, he’s a senior, a teacher, a man and a woman, he’s a crazy dog.

The incident in which he bit off the ear of a boy who was pointing at him was famous among students.

Not by analogy, but literally by asking! After rip! abandoned

After that, no male student dared to attack the crazy dog.

Still, the only reason Mad Dog didn’t get kicked out of school was her talent for fighting.

An exceptional fighting talent that even the teacher could conquer.

The warrior academy was strictly a skill system.

In fact, in the first place, the warrior did not need humanity.

Because being kind doesn’t make demons weak.

So why are there so many abnormal people?

Seeing Vicky, Deshon quietly got up and sat down next to the madman.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Deshon.”

Deshon greeted the madman warmly.

“Kuuk… Call me ‘Yeon’…”

The madman greeted Deshon warmly.

My head was pounding.