I Possessed a Broken Academy Instructor

Chapter 12

“Pamiyu? I saw you flying towards the training hall behind Ran just a moment ago…”

It was as if Dokgoran was being described as some beast, but realizing there was no other way to express it, he made his way to the training hall.

And soon, what he faced was…

“Ugh, aaah!”

“Run away!”

The scene in the training hall was nothing short of chaos.

“Ha ha, I told you not to overturn the ground.”

“Let’s just smoke. That one’s beyond saving.”

“…Where are the creatures? Someone should take care of those things.”

The earth shook as expected, and the androids and soldiers responsible for facility management trudged out of the training hall with detached expressions, each lighting a cigarette.

An expression of endless familiarity.

Only then did Jin Crow realize, with a wry smile, that the training hall had been demolished by Dokgoran and Pamiyu at least five times before graduation.

‘Monsters.’

There was a reason the Central Special Officer Academy received special treatment.

As he took in the scene, Jin Crow pulled a hip flask from his coat and took a swig.

– Substance Addiction (30min).

He had no confidence in holding onto his sanity, but if he were to be swept away, it would all be over.

It may not be enough, but it’s wise to secure this much insurance.

Of course, to others, it might seem like a madman drinking while the training hall crumbles around him. But what can be done?

If necessary, one must become even worse.

Thus, he stepped inside, and what he soon beheld was nothing short of a spectacle.

KWA-aaaNG!

The floor and walls of the training hall, as large as a decent baseball stadium, were engulfed by a tsunami-like wave crashing down upon Dokoran.

What was even more terrifying was that the emotion etched on Dokoran’s face, as he faced this alone, was not fear or despair, but rather delight.

‘…To think that even this is not his full power, how amusing.’

His outstretched fist tore through the oncoming walls and space in an instant, the shockwave slamming against the window where Jin Crow stood.

JEE-JE-JE-JE-JE-JE!

Surely, it was made of glass used in space battleships, yet even the slightest crack in its surface was enough to leave one breathless.

“…Oh my?”

At that moment, the eyes of Pamiyu, seated arrogantly in the center of the training hall as if she were a queen, blinked in surprise.

Finally, her voice slipped through her lips, brushing against Jin Crow’s ears.

“Instructor Jin Crow?”

It seemed that his unexpected entrance into their midst had caught them off guard.

Yet, that fleeting moment of negligence would not bode well for either her or Jin Crow.

KUGUGUGUGUUNG!

In no time, Dokoran, having crushed the walls that surged like a tidal wave, leaped into the air, unleashing a roar.

“KYaaahhh!”

“…W-Wait a moment!”

Her eyes had completely rolled back in shock.

Only then did Pamiyu realize something was amiss, desperately trying to calm the chaos that was unfolding.

「Dokoryu (獨孤流) Ranshik (蘭式).」

「Explosive Thunder Fist (爆雷拳).」

There was no way her words could reach Dokoran, who had already half-lost his sanity to the thrill of battle.

“EEEEEY!”

In a panic, she scattered the alloy plates she had been using as a throne, gathering every last ounce of strength to erect walls.

KWA-DUDUDUDUDUDUD!

With a chilling sound, the earth trembled.

The space shattered, and before the overwhelming violence that took form, Pamiu could only bite her lips in frustration.

‘What, what am I supposed to do if I’m serious!?’

Unless there was some special armed force to back her up.

No matter how promising she was as a triple gear in the realm of abilities, facing off against Ran was a daunting task.

“Gya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

‘Could it be that Dokgo Ran might regain her senses?’ It was better to cast aside such hopes from the start; it eased her mind.

Because of that, she ultimately had no choice but to take a gamble after letting out a short, deep breath.

KWA-aaaNG!

At that moment, she caught her reflection in Dokgo Ran’s crimson eyes, piercing through the last wall.

“Got you—!”

“Serves you right. Who told you to go for F?”

With a murmur laced with resentment and justification, she spread her fingertips wide.

Then, glancing at Jin Crow, who was staring at her intently, she opened her mouth.

“Refraction.”

“Huh?”

The fist that had been aimed squarely at Pamiu suddenly twisted, slipping away.

Dokgo Ran’s reason flickered back to life, but upon seeing the face of someone drawing closer, she could only be struck dumb.

“Ah? Uh-oh?”

For some reason, the window had a slight crack.

The face beyond it was familiar.

No, it wasn’t just familiar; it was the instructor from the academy, someone you’d be a spy if you didn’t know.

The problem was that the destination of her fully extended fist was precisely that face.

“G-get out of the way! I said get out!”

Though she shouted this belatedly, it was already far too late; her struggles were in vain.

KWA-aaaNG!

At last, her fist struck the wall of the training hall, already precariously standing due to Pamiu’s abilities, and the crumbling wall came crashing down upon Jin Crow and Dokgo Ran.

‘It’s over.’

Even if one were a superhuman, being crushed by a building would surely leave some scratches.

The issue was that the cost of those scratches was an attack on the instructor.

“Whoosh, whoosh—.”

Pamiyu had been the last flicker of hope, yet even she, after the final deflection moments ago, found herself utterly spent.

However, it was not without thought that she had redirected Dokgoran’s attack.

“Tsk.”

At last, a sharp click of the tongue brushed against the dazed Dokgoran’s ear.

It was not disappointment that stirred within her.

‘Annoyance?’

Yes, it was akin to a low sigh laced with the irritation of being entangled in something utterly pointless.

With a swift motion, the sword was drawn.

And in that fleeting moment, a blinding flash erupted, accompanied by the heavy tremor of something crashing down, shaking her spine.

“Gwaek!”

Dokgoran fully regained her senses only after her head had slammed against someone’s feet.

“Huff, huff….”

It was not merely a bump against the ground.

It was as if she had struck the earth with the force of a thunderclap, and even for her sturdy frame, the pain was enough to draw a tear.

Yet, the pain was but a momentary flicker, soon replaced by a rising question.

‘Isn’t it painful?’

The agony of the impact was fleeting, and afterward, there was no weight pressing down on her back or body from the debris of the collapsing building.

Thus, at the very moment she blinked in confusion and lifted her head.

“Dokgoran.”

With a clink, Jin Crow sheathed his pitch-black longsword at his waist, gazing intently at Dokgoran, who sat bewildered at his feet.

“……Ah.”

Only then did Dokgoran realize.

He had cleaved through the debris of the crumbling building that had been falling toward her and himself.

Meanwhile, Pamiyu, who had approached unnoticed, opened her mouth.

“Instructor, I am wronged.”

Wiping the dust and sweat from her face with a handkerchief, Pamiyu spoke with a semblance of calm, yet her expression was a clear testament to her misfortune.

“Ah… um, that is, I wasn’t trying to attack you, Instructor….”

In contrast, Dokgoran’s face had morphed into a mask of despair, on the verge of pleading for mercy.

But that, too, was only for a moment.

Dokkoran soon stood behind, pointing a finger at the impeccably composed Pamiu, as if to ask when he had ever broken a sweat.

“No, it’s all your fault, Pamiu!”

“What did I do?”

“You wrote your name on my assignment…!”

“You fell asleep while doing it, didn’t you? It was going to be an F anyway, so what does it matter?”

“Th-that’s!”

Isn’t it quite a sight, the way they shift blame onto each other?

Jin Crow, instead of answering, pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips.

Sizzle, hiss—

The flint of the lighter spun briefly.

The spark flickered, and the acrid smoke pressed against his lungs, swirling into the air like a mirage.

“…”

“…Cough, cough.”

They say that silent rage is the most terrifying of all.

Even Dokkoran and Pamiu, who had been blaming each other for some time, fell silent as Jin Crow lit his cigarette without a word.

“What… what’s going on?”

“The training hall…”

Soon, instructors, cadets, and the military police, alerted by the commotion, approached, and as the smoke cleared, they each sighed in disbelief.

“…You really messed up.”

The military officer, wearing a look of exasperation, found others nodding in agreement without thinking.

Instructors, cadets, and even the military police, though differing in rank, all belonged to the realm of the superhuman.

Yet, even they could not laugh off the sight of one wall of the training hall reduced to rubble.

‘Of all people, it had to be Jin Crow caught up in this.’

‘Dokkoran has a history, and this time, it won’t be easy to let it slide.’

‘He picked the wrong fight. He must have been itching for this.’

Moreover, the roles of perpetrator and victim were clear.

Because of this, the instructors and military police standing nearby began to tense up.

Surprisingly, Jin Crow wasn’t rampaging, but once his eyes turned, it was a different story.

Hadn’t they seen it once before?

When Jin Crow’s eyes turned wild, he became an incredibly uncomfortable opponent for both instructors and military police alike.

Indeed, merely standing before him was enough to leave one breathless, ensnared by his unique aura.

“Um, Instructor.”

One of the instructors nearby cautiously called out to Jin Crow, who was silently smoking amidst the wreckage.

Even so, he moved with a firm grip on his dagger-shaped special operations weapon, ready to subdue him at any moment.

“First, calm yourself.”

Yet at that very moment, Jin Crow, carelessly extinguishing his half-burnt black cigarette in a portable ashtray, narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke.

“Dogoran, Famiyu Dimejehar.”

It was but a low murmur of names, yet the atmosphere around them stiffened in an instant.

Even the dispatched regular soldiers swallowed hard in the rising tension, and just then, Jin Crow finally opened his mouth.

“Both of you, follow me to the instructor’s office.”

With that, he removed his hand from the special operations weapon and turned away.

Dazed gazes from those around him trailed after him.

However, he paid them no mind, lightly brushing aside his slightly disheveled hair as he added to a nearby military officer.

“Report to the principal, and after I’ve spoken with these students, send them to the military police. Is that acceptable?”

“Y-Yes? Ah, yes! Understood!”

The short-haired female officer nodded hurriedly at the question that felt more like an order, and Jin Crow passed her by as if it were the most natural thing.

“…Are we… alive?”

“Shut up and follow. Hmph.”

Finally, Famiyu, who had been floating in the air with a blank expression, trailed behind Dogoran.

“…”

“…Wow.”

In the place where the main culprits had all departed, a peculiar silence lingered.

In front of the training hall, instructors, cadets, military police, and soldiers merely watched Jin Crow leave with their eyes.

The emotions underlying that gaze had shifted slightly, though it was likely not an illusion.

“…Hmph.”

Meanwhile, Jin Crow, walking ahead, unbuttoned one of the constricting buttons of his shirt, lost in thought.

‘…Damn. This is working.’

They would not know.

That just moments ago, the only one who had nearly died in the training hall was him alone.