9 Psychic Children 9 (2/2)
He was able to lift a 100 gram object within a 100 meter radius. The skill level was pitiful, but to Han, this was a great step forward.
Cold sweat dripped from Han's forehead.
Sergeant Red, who was leading this psychic training drill stared towards Han.
”How can you be happy with those pitiful results? Are you aware that instructors have been proposing your retirement? If you continue to crawl forward at this pace, you will find yourself kicked out.”
Sergeant Red sneered coldly. Han had already been used to such cold treatment and simply nodded his head.
Bam!
”Ugh.”
Sergeant Red's temper flared upon Han's attitude and sent a kick at him. Han's body was sent tumbling backwards.
The surrounding children had grown numb to this scene and had annoyed expressions, 'Again?' Sergeant Red had always been cruel, but he had been especially brutal with Han.
Another person he had treated this brutally was Simon Dell.
”I'm sorry.”
Han said shortly.
Sergeant Red sighed, out of energy, and looked around hunting for his next prey. Sergeant Red's training classes were always vicious. People could not afford to relax in the slightest and had to remain attentive.
'Good focus, good mental strength. But his psychic ranking falls at D rank. His poor speed of psychic manipulation progress is unexplainable.
Sergeant Red thought after beating Han.
Han's mental strength and focus ranked near the top among his peers. Psychic talents are highly related to inborn talent and one's mental state.
It was unnatural that Han's psychic power results would be this poor.
'Could it be true he just doesn't have the talent for it at all?'
Sergeant Red had seen many students, but it had been the first time he met anyone like Han.
Han lived everyday of his life drowned in stress. The only time he could relieve his stress was during Instructor Wei's weapon arts class.
”HAAA!”
Han struck the end of his spear into the ground and moved. He landed on his opponents back. He moved as fast and as light as a flying squirrel.
Pow!
Han pushed down his opponents back. The opponent who fell out of the sparring zone looked down to the ground. His pride had been stepped on without mercy.
Han had only trained for a little over a month and had already won against a majority of his peers in the sparring matches. There was almost nobody who could win against Han in weapon arts.
”Tch, acting so full of yourself. You're nothing but a half-baked good-for-nothing.”
A handful of students said with hostility to Han. A majority of them had been students unable to earn a promotion for months now.
These were the students who had been on the borderline of being enlisted into retirement by the instructors. To these students, watching Han leave them in the dust was unnerving.
”Fight against me next, Han.”
Jose, who also had a spear, approached. Jose would be promoted to class C next week.
”Bring it, Jose.”
Han laughed as he spoke. He enjoyed weapon arts class so much so that time flew by quickly.
CLANG!
The wooden spears clashed. Jose skillfully moved his spear. Han made his fair share of battle moves to push Jose back.
'Let's see how you handle this switch up!'
Jose turned his focus forward. Han's switch up was his specialty skill.
He would abruptly change his stance and stab his spear forward. The direction of the attack tangented to a different direction. While trying to make sense of the erratic attack, Jose allowed an attack to land on his face.
PANG!
Blood spilled from Jose's nose. Jose sat on the floor, in a complete loss.
”It's hard to block even when I know what's coming. You're awesome, Han.”
Admiration exploded from the surrounding audience. Even in their own eyes, Han's attack had been highly advanced.
”Thank you for the fight.”
Han and Jose faced each other and respectfully bowed.
This had been sparring etiquette enforced by Instructor Wei. Jose muttered in a low voice as he passed Han.
”When I'm promoted, make yourself into the class president, Han. When you become president, you'll be able to obtain bonus points to make up for your lacking psychic powers. It would somewhat lift your worries of getting kicked out of here.”
”It's not something I can do just because I want to. There are a lot of guys who hate me as well.”
”I'll tell all my friends to support you. All the transfers will probably follow you as well.”
”Thank you, Jose.”
”I'm not supporting you thoughtlessly. You have talent. You'll be promoted in no time. I'm investing for the future.”
The following week, Jose and a few others were promoted to class C.
Class D's president was now vacant and so when Sergeant Red appeared, a vote of class president began.
”Everyone who wants to volunteer to be president step forward. No matter how unskilled you are, you'll be able to be promoted with the additional bonus points. Right?”
Sergeant Red spoke sarcastically as usual The children looked amongst one another. The children had already chosen their president long ago.
His grades had been good and had already led a fair amount of peers.
There were many who complained that a transfer student would become the new class president, but there were no opponents who were good enough to prevent Han from climbing the ranks.
”I will do it.”
Han raised his hand and spoke. Sergeant Red wrote Han's name into his data bracelet's hologram.
”Are there any other volunteers? Are you in your right minds to leave class D to a half-baked psychic user? Really?”
”Kekeke.”
Upon Sergeant Red's words a few students started to snicker. Sergeant Red looked toward the laughing sounds.
”I'm not saying this to make you laugh. This is serious, fools.”
Class D's dorm fell into a chilling silence. If there were no other volunteers, Sergeant Red would spend the night punishing everyone.
”I see that there are no other volunteers.”
Sergeant Red took out a cigar pack from his pocket. He stuck one in his lips and lit it with his ignition skills. The smoke spread throughout the room. There was a no smoking policy through all of Ark, but Sergeant Red never followed this rule.
”Han, I hear that your weapon arts grades are top?”
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”I'm not so bad.”
”Bring your weapon and fight me, Han. If you make me fall over once, I'll acknowledge you as the class president.”
”If I lose, will the seat remain vacant?”
”I will take on the entire class D leader's responsibilities.”
Class D's faces contorted. Being with Sergeant Red for 24 hours of the day would make their lives hell.
It was hard enough taking a single course with him. All the students looked toward Han with earnestly desperate eyes.
Han got out his wooden spear from his personal storage box. Sergeant Red and Han left to the empty yard at the back of the dorms.
The rumor of Sergeant Red and Han's spar had spread through all of Ark. All the students who had been resting peeked out their windows or climbed to watch on the roof.
”Just a single blow! Han!”
Sergeant Red's reputation was the worst. All the students agreed that there would be no student who liked Sergeant Red.