11 Psychic children 11 (2/2)
Han's head spun. Dmitri had bulldozed him like a bear and headbutted him. It felt like something was ringing inside his head.
”A headbutt? This is weapon arts class, damn.”
Han held onto his forehead and complained. The observing sergeants all laughed in amusement.
”Be careful, Han! Dmitri's father is a master of sambo. Ever since he could walk, he was taught sambo.”
Russia's original martial art, Sambo, is similar to judo and wrestling combined.
”You heard that, Han? My sword isn't the only thing you should be wary of.”
Han was not aware of sambo at all. It was the first time he heard such a thing existed.
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He just categorized it as one of the many martial arts and increased his guard.
”Then will you kill dragons with sambo as well?”
Han said sarcastically. Dmitri laughed through his nose.
”If need be, I will strangle the dragon to death. Now, bring it.”
Dmitri strongly shouted while gripping his hands into fists. Class B all shouted in cheers.
”Vladimir's son! Dmitri! Dmitri! Go! Son of the Siberian tiger!”
(t/n: 'son of a' in korean can be interpreted as cursing)
”I've told you to exclude, 'Son of the' ”
Dmitri yelled while glaring at class B.
”You're only 12! So you're the son of a tiger! Great son!”
”Later, everyone prepare to die.”
Class B and Dmitri were threatening each other, but underneath there was no evil intent.
Ever since Dmitri was made class B's president three months ago, class B's spirit had changed a lot. The sergeants highly regarded him for this talent.
Peng!
The wooden sword and the spear clashed once again. A crack formed in both their sword and spear.
”Hoooo!”
Dmitri cried out and slashed his sword once again. Han didn't let himself get phased by nonsensical distractions and calmly blocked.
'He has not had formal martial arts training before arriving to Ark, but it's amazing that he's an even match against Dmitri. Unbelievable.'
Han was quite famous among the sergeants.
”I'm curious how long you can take my attacks! President of class D!”
Dmitri yelled while working up a sweat. He put all of his strength onto this next move against Han.
Bbak!
The pole of Han's spear broke. At the same time Dmitri spread out his hand.
Martial artists well versed in Sambo have faster hands than others. He took hold of Han's neck and lifted him up into the air.
”This is the end! Han!”
Dmitri slammed Han onto the ground and followed up by grabbing his hand and snapping it backwards. It was a perfect combo joint attack.
”Ugh!”
Han's arm seared with intense pain. His bones and muscles felt as if they were screaming in agony.
”Give up before I break your arm!”
Dmitri shouted. The observing sergeants stood back wondering whether to restrain the match or not.
”Dmitri! Dmitri!”
Class B's cheers reverberated throughout the gymnasium. This had been Han's complete and utter loss.
”I'd like to see you try. Do you even have the nerves to do that, Dmitri?”
Han provoked Dmitri. Dmitri's face flushed red before instantly pulling at his arm. A horrifying sound broke through.
Ududuk
Han's arm broke. Han swallowed back yelps of pain.
”That's why I told you to give up, b***. This feels disgusting.”
Dmitri dropped Han's broken hand and stood up. He assumed that this was the end.
Han took this chance to pounce on Dmitri from behind.
Pa-k!”
Han had taken his half-broken spear and struck directly onto Dmitri's head. The spear itself was very blunt, but the force had been strong.
”It seems that everyone you had sparred up until today has cried like little girls over a measly broken arm.”
Dmitri couldn't hear what he had said because he had lost consciousness. Han's broken arm hung lifelessly. However, the winner had been Han.
Class B couldn't believe their eyes that Dmitri had lost and fell into silence. Immediately, class D erupted into cheers.
***
Before heading into the recovery ward, Dmitri yelled at Han.
”Coward!”
”Who told you to be careless?”
Han spoke flatly.
”Damn it!”
Dmitri and Han received treatment. Within just three days, all their injuries healed completely.
Through the three days, Dmitri and Han saw a lot of seniors. They looked like adults with burly muscles.
They had also come in with a body full of injuries.
Most of the time, they had come in completely bloody from head to toe with only a breath left in them. Han and Dmitri assumed that they had undergone intensive training of some sort.
”Starting your second year, everyone begins drug rehabilitation. It's probably the students who do not fully mature that cannot physically handle the harsh training drills.”
Dmitri had a bigger build than his peers. However the seniors were much taller than any normal adult. The shortest of them were at minimum 180cm (5'9''), and the majority of them were over two meters tall.
Dmitri and Han had become friends during these days. Dmitri didn't dislike Han. Han also didn't have a reason to dislike Dmitri.
There was still the problem regarding Kuro, but Han could not continue to watch Kuro's back forever.
'If he can't look after himself, then that's the end for him.'
Kuro naturally had a soft personality. Han understood the goal of today's joint training. If one couldn't win, they should quit while they're ahead. No matter how unfair it was to be bullied, they must overcome it.
It had been three months since he became class president. Although he became class president quickly, it felt like a long duration for him.
”So you're the new transfers. I'm Han, the president of class D.”
Han was no longer considered a transfer student.
A new batch of transfers had arrived. It was his turn to look after the new transfers now. He selected a new transfer as a spokesman to lead and gave them a short rundown.
A day before announcing promotions throughout Ark, the sergeants and teachers were in a conference. Usually, students would be promoted based on grades but there was a new agenda today.
”Let us promote Han in this batch of promotions.”
”To class C?”
”No, class B is better. He has low psychic ability, but can keep up with the students of class A and B.”
”Would the higher ups accept this? We saw and trained this student first hand, but all they will care about will be the document report on psychic analysis.”
”Although his psychic abilities may be weak, he has too much potential for us to bury his talent.”
Sergeant Red said.
”O-ho, Sergeant, didn't you dislike Han?”
”Not at all. I am rather fond of him.”
”Sergeant Red, I didn't know you were a sadist.”
”A soldier who can stand against a dragon is not a genius who has never experienced defeat. It is the man of steel who has overcome challenges and went forward..”
”Are you speaking based on experience?”
Sergeant Red stuck a cigar between his lips instead of replying. He lit the cigar.
”I've told you many times but this place is a no smoking zone, Sergeant.”
Somebody said to Sergeant Red.