Chapter 14: ■■■ (1) (1/2)

As superhumans got stronger, they earned a body better suited for survival. Their height reached an ideal level and their bodies became thicker and during this process, most people underwent a change in their appearance.

Thus, high-level superhumans were mostly handsome or pretty, and that was the same for the cadets gathered here. But even then, Yeorum stood out the most.

“Iya… that redhead is so pretty.”

“Like, wow. How is she like that? She looks insane.”

“The people near her look like squids.”

“Who? Where?”

Gasps of admiration connected like waves and Yu Jitae’s ears picked up words spoken by other guardians.

Yeorum appeared like a source of light. Because of a fierce light strong enough to darken the surroundings, she gathered eyes but gave off a feeling that deterred others from staring for a long time.

“Wake up mate. Did we come here to watch others’ faces?”

“Ah, uh. Right.”

Yu Jitae who was thinking of just seeing Wei Yan’s face after a long time had no choice but to take a seat. It was because he was curious why she had come, and after all, he was officially a guardian.

“Please begin.”

When Wei Yan waved his hand, the interviewers all moved to their seats and soon began the interview.

The interview seemed to be a prac examination followed by an oral interview and individual skill was an important element taken into account.

Contents of the interview differed depending on the branch that had been applied for. Yeorum had applied for ‘Interpersonal battle’. In front of the two octagon-shaped rings placed at the centre, around sixty cadets including Yeorum were sitting down waiting for their turns.

“Number 124 and Number 7. Enter.”

After a few spars the assistant referee called out two numbers, with one of them being Yeorum – Number 124. Yeorum who had entered the stage was given a sparring wooden sword while the mestizo boy opponent held a sparring rod.

“Ready, start.”

As soon as the gong rang, Yeorum dashed in. Her strike that approached from a blind angle made the opponent’s rod drop in the blink of an eye while simultaneously smacking the head. The opponent flew off until being stuck on the surrounding wall.

It was a strike with not a shred of mercy.

Voices going wahh- could be heard.

“Wow, that was on point.”

“But who’s that redhead? She’s super strong.”

The interview continued. Since there wasn’t a planned list of matches, the interviewer just called random numbers and at the start, it was evenly distributed but after a certain point, Yeorum’s number was visibly being called out more often.

During duels, Yeorum did not leave mercy in her hands. There was no such thing as assessing each other’s skills, nor a staring contest. Every moment the gong rang, she would run in and her opponent would fly off in one or two hits, or be pushed back helplessly even if they blocked.

“Like, who is that girl? What is that?”

“Ah. I have a profile of all the interviewees. Let’s see… Yu Yeorum. She’s from Korea, aged 18.”

“Eighteen? How’s she like that? She’s not a graduate, more like she hasn’t even been admissioned into the school yet and yet she fights like that?”

By regulations, skills and magic spells couldn’t be used. Within that octagon where pure physical abilities and fighting instinct decided victors, Yeorum was overwhelming.

This was a natural turn of events and he apathetically watched over it. But the surroundings were making more of a fuss. Before long, more cameras were placed behind Yu Jitae’s back and there were increasingly more gazes focusing on the unconventional spars of Yeorum.

After she defeated four opponents, her fifth sparring partner walked up. It was a French girl who was on her third consecutive winning strike.

“Hey. She looks a bit familiar. Who is that?”

“She’s one of the minor rookies from France. A black belt in NDT apparently but I don’t know the details.”

“She looks a bit strong. It feels like we can finally see a proper spar.”

Soon, the spar began and the opponent was definitely a league above the previous ones.

The wooden swords clashed several times midair and it was different from other duels that lasted three swings at most.

But that was it. When the opponent kneeled down with one knee after being kicked on her stomach, Yeorum’s wooden sword stabbed the solar plexus and smacked the unguarded head several times.

It was a lightning-fast turn of events.

When the referee ordered and proclaimed a stop to the spar, the opponent was on the floor, suffering from a pain in her stomach. Soon, her guardian from France ran up and observed the girl with a startled expression. There was a trail of blood falling down her smacked forehead.

“Oi, you cadet over there. Isn’t this too much?”

Yeorum was walking down the ring when a young trainer from France spoke to her with a scowl on his face.

“What?”

“It is a spar meant to be like an actual battle but did you have to go that far? You’re both women.”

“Is that my business? What do you want me to do?”

“You need to have more manners. Did your guardian not even teach you that?”

“Why do you ask me? If you’re so curious, go ask my guardian! Should I tell you his number?”

Yu Jitae, who was amplifying his listening, made a hearty laugh.

“You, you…”

“And I did it like that because it’s a spar. If it was an actual battle, that kid over there would be dead already. You know that?”

Then, she left the stage while saying “Random f*ck” to herself. The guardian of the other student quivered in anger but remained silent.

Due to her frank expression and tone, discontent voices flowed from Yu Jitae’s surroundings.

“Dude, look what she’s saying.”

“Her words are right but saying that to their faces is a bit… It’s even making me upset.”

“Why? I think it’s good that she’s honest. Her words are not wrong.”

“Bloody rude to the extreme. Does she think she’s someone important? Is her guardian not with her?”

“Yeah. It says her training guardian is absent – she must’ve come by herself. Personally, I like that way of thinking though.”

Although Yu Jitae was listening to all that, he didn’t react in any manner. For him, it didn’t really matter whether Yeorum, with her messed up personality was getting sworn at or not. If that was how she was, he didn’t intend to bother touching it.

Around that point in time, Wei Yan who was overlooking all the interviews from a distance became interested in the interpersonal battle section as well. With his personal assistant, he carried a chair and chimed in between the interpersonal battle interviewers to give some orders.

Soon, it was time for the next spar.