Vol 4 Chapter 6 (1/2)

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Lesson 6: Naughtiness, in addition to obedience

Translator: Irid (contribution)

Editor: Laridae, Gaiseki, Zephynel

Daren was quite unused to being in Cla.s.s A ― the students were so quiet that it was frightening.

Even though the various exclamations that had been heard from Cla.s.s A  at first had been more frightening than those from Cla.s.s D, his original cla.s.s, the students quieted down almost instantaneously when needed. In the cla.s.sroom, there was only the sound of the teacher introducing him and Lance.

It was a strange feeling to stand at the platform and face tens of pairs of eyes in the midst of complete silence. Suddenly, Daren started to miss the noisiness of Cla.s.s D.

Lance, on the other hand, was perfectly content. He had been smiling at the students below him the entire time. Occasionally, when students expressed awe, he would even wink at them.

But what the students really wanted to look at was Dark Sun. They stared at him obsessively, wearing hungry, fanatical expressions. Compared to the world-cla.s.s musician, the mysterious expert fighter had much more appeal in a combat academy.

“Well, why don’t you each say a little bit about yourselves?” In the intimidating presence of those two, even the teacher couldn’t help but behave respectfully.

“Sure.” Lance smiled at the teacher. He turned around to write a large “Lance” in flamboyant cursive on the blackboard, and then turned back around. Still wearing a charming smile, he said, “Fellow students, I am Lance. Perhaps not many people know my name yet, so I thought that I should write it down for everyone to see.”

The students returned his smile. All of them knew of Lance’s name.

Lance looked at the welcoming expressions below. He blinked. “It looks like everyone does know me, but even so, I’m an ordinary student now, just like all of you! My only wish is to get along well with my fellow students.”

Applause rang out from below, and Lance flashed another graceful smile.

After the applause, the teacher’s gaze drifted towards Dark Sun. Surprisingly, there was a sense of reverence in the teacher’s eyes as well. He opened his mouth and said, “All right then, it’s Dark Sun’s turn next.”

All of the students turned to Dark Sun, their expressions so fervent like believers gazing upon their G.o.d, waiting for their G.o.d to exhibit his divine powers.

Daren maintained aloof as Dark Sun. He simply stated, “I am Dark Sun, an ECS student in the middle of a bodyguard mission.”

As soon as he completed the sentence, he closed his mouth and did not speak again.

Contrary to his expectations, the students revealed even more wors.h.i.+pful expressions upon hearing such a succinct response. So cool!

“All right, then. You two, please sit.”

The teacher gestured toward the center of the cla.s.sroom, where there were already two empty seats. The princ.i.p.al had specifically instructed the teacher to do this. Basically, they were using Cla.s.s A students as a human wall, safely surrounding Lance in the very middle. If something did happen, then it would be as if the Cla.s.s A students had begun actual combat interns.h.i.+ps early.

Daren sat down, but within five minutes he ran into the first difficulty that he had ever experienced in his entire career as a bodyguard: he didn’t know what he should have been doing. Aside from staying alert to his surroundings and waiting for enemies who would appear at an unknown time, it seemed that he had nothing to do.

Should he try to learn? But this wasn’t his real cla.s.s.

Should he strike up a conversation? Ezart wasn’t here though, and this wasn’t Cla.s.s D. Everyone was so quiet. No one was roasting meat, arguing, gambling, nor selling weapons, so he thought he probably shouldn’t be chatting.

Playing with Xiao Ai…this was immediately vetoed by the microchip. If he took out Xiao Ai, then everyone would know that Daren was Dark Sun.

When Daren became so troubled that he couldn’t stand it anymore, the teacher finally took care of his problem. Cla.s.s A didn’t seem to learn about alleged combat history or other similar subjects. After the teacher pressed a few b.u.t.tons, several animated humanoids were displayed on the blackboard. Each of the figures was demonstrating a different kick in slow motion.

The teacher took out a thin rod and began explaining, gesturing at the figures on the blackboard. “Today I will explain some of the more difficult kicks. Even though combat is currently centered around using weapons, when you are truly completing a bodyguard mission, enemies will often strike first, and aside from your vital points, the target they will be aiming for will undoubtedly be the weapon in your hand. If you don’t practice close combat, you can only resign yourself to be trampled on if you lose your weapon.

“Your legs have three times more strength than your hands. In particular, High-speed kicks are capable of dispensing an even greater amount of power. If done correctly, a single, accurate kick will be able to cause your enemies to lose their ability to fight. Now, the students that are on duty today, bring out two dummies.”

Two students immediately stood up, opened the cla.s.sroom door, and brought in push carts containing two life-sized dummies. Some of the parts were marked with red circles and had labels to indicate the primary vital points, secondary vital points, etc.

The two students erected the dummies on a s.p.a.cious platform which had more than enough room for someone to dance on it.

The teacher took off his jacket and put it aside, then said to the students, “Now I will first demonstrate some of the basic types of kicks...”

A student raised a hand, and the teacher responded casually, “Nn? What’s the problem?”

“Teacher, could you have Dark Sun demonstrate these moves?”

The teacher stared blankly at the student for a moment, then cast his gaze upon Dark Sun. The rest of the cla.s.s simultaneously turned their heads to also look at Dark Sun, who was sitting at the very center of the room. Even Lance looked curious.

Daren was at a loss, but the microchip immediately made a decision―he should refuse. He wasn’t really a student in this cla.s.s, so he did not have to comply with the teacher’s commands and reveal his own strength in combat. All he had to do was decline.

He was just about to follow the microchip’s instructions when he lifted his head and saw dozens of hopeful gazes fixed upon him…

So hard to decline.

This was the first time Daren had had this kind of feeling. He kept still for a moment, eventually coming to the realization that he was incapable of declining, yet he did not dare to agree. After all, the microchip had made the decision to decline. While the emotion section was turned on, and he did not need to act in accordance to the microchip’s decisions, but he was instinctively afraid of going against the its guidance, especially after Theodore Avery’s kidnapping.

“Then, may we trouble you to demonstrate, student Dark Sun?”

The teacher was extremely interested in this proposal. He had previously praised Dark Sun’s excellent skills in front of the battle simulator in the plaza, and since then, he has been looking forward to seeing Dark Sun’s strength in combat with his own eyes. The students. Seeing that Dark Sun had not responded, it seemed to him like the offer was going to be turned down. He felt so anxious that he could not resist opening his mouth to urge him on.

Dark Sun continued to be silent for a while. When everyone started to lose hope, believing that he wasn’t willing, he slowly stood up, looked at the teacher, and asked, “What do you want me to do?”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits suddenly lifted. Even the teacher couldn’t hold back his enthusiasm. He hurriedly answered, “Please stand on the platform and demonstrate the kicks as shown on the blackboard.”

Dark Sun stepped onto the platform and studied the moves written on the blackboard. Ill.u.s.trated there was the most basic upper kick, the side kick to the head, and the roundhouse kick. He s.h.i.+fted his gaze upon the teacher and asked formally, “With how much strength and speed should I execute the kicks?”

Hearing such a precise question, the teacher stared vacantly before replying, “Just use all your strength. These dummies were made from specially strengthened silica, so they’re impossible to break. Furthermore, after you’ve executed your kick, it will report how much strength you used.”

Impossible to break? Daren suddenly had a wild urge to break them all… but that was not allowed! The microchip warned him that this would not only expose his true strength, but could also expose the fact that he’d undergone modifications. Master had once ordered that he was forbidden to reveal the matter of him being a cyborg.

Master… stupid Gege!

Daren’s face tensed. He was a bit annoyed, but he still used the strength and speed recommended by the microchip to execute an upper kick, perfectly and accurately striking the side of the dummy’s head. The dummy emitted a crisp ringing sound.

“What precise movements!” the teacher praised Dark Sun, and glanced at the number displayed on the dummy’s chest. He continued, smiling, “However, the strength and speed could still be improved.”

After all the students in the cla.s.s had taken a look at the number, all of them unexpectedly sighed “oh” in disappointment. They were like faithful followers expecting their G.o.d to smite the enemy with a single miraculous. .h.i.t, but the G.o.d simply started an ordinary fistfight, fighting the enemy fairly.

Daren didn’t know why, but warmth suddenly spread over his face. That wasn’t all―his heart rate quickened. He could not comprehend this strange reaction.

The teacher glanced at Dark Sun. Noticing that something was off about him, the teacher said hurriedly, “There’s also the roundhouse kick. This kick requires the most precision. Let’s have Dark Sun demonstrate for everyone again.”

As usual, the microchip calculated the recommended strength and speed. This time, Daren, whose face was practically burning hot, did not want to follow the microchip’s guidelines. He could already tell that if he acted according to its suggestions, the students would definitely be even more disappointed and sigh “Oh” even louder. If that happened, his face would definitely heat up even more!

His flushed face won’t result in any substantial injury, but, but… it felt very uncomfortable, but if he was feeling this way, wouldn’t it be violating Gege’s order to ‘be happy’?

Daren finally found a reason not to follow the microchip’s recommendation. He would just have to follow the teacher’s instruction and use all of his strength.

After thinking things over and finalizing his decision, he planted his feet on the ground, twisted his body, and lifted his leg. In one fluid motion, his foot thudded heavily into the dummy’s chest.

Even the teacher, who had been standing off to one side of the platform, felt the gale from the impact. Dark Sun’s leg was so fast that no one saw it clearly; they could only see his movement up until his twisting motion. The dummy suddenly emitted a ringing noise, sharper and clearer than the one from before, followed by a strange ripping sound. Then, in front of everyone, a flesh-colored object shot through the air.

At that point, the audience finally realized that Dark Sun had already finished demonstrating the kick.

The sound of shattering gla.s.s rang through the air, followed by a faint thud of an object which seemed to have fallen downstairs.

The entire cla.s.s turned their heads in unison to look at a gaping hole where the window was supposed to be. Sudden realization set in, and they quickly turned to look back at the dummy which has now lost its upper body.

The expressions of the teacher and the students were identical: eyes wide, faces blank with shock, mouths agape, they stared at what was left of the dummy.

“UNABLE TO CALCULATE STRENGTH AND SPEED-- UNABLE TO CALCULATE-- UNABLE TO--”

The dummy that was missing half its body was like a broken record, continuously repeating, “UNABLE TO CALCULATE--”

After all, the teacher was a teacher; he had experienced many different situations before, so was the first to recover his wits. With a complicated expression on his face, both jealous and admiring, he took a while to express what he was trying to say: “This, this is really just too... amazing! You’re simply unbelievable!”

The students simultaneously made an “Oh” sound again, but this time, the intonation rose towards the end. They looked at Dark Sun, wearing awed expressions.

It turned out that his face would burn up no matter what he did!

Daren’s face still felt hot, but this time it didn’t seem as irritating as the one before.

“Ah!”

Elian’s jaw dropped. Dark Sun had sent a dummy’s head flying… there wasn’t anything strange about that. Elian had seen him send real people’s heads flying… no, they were the heads of modified humans!

What Elian was so shocked about that his jaw almost fell was that Dark Sun had blushed! Even though the latter was wearing a visor, Elian could still clearly see that the uncovered part of his face was flushed.