Criminal Girl: Seferon Academy Principal Gu On-yu
Among those who had taken on the role of principal at Seferon Academy, she was one of the more lenient ones, pursuing compassionate policies, and her gentle personality was well-known.
"It seems security around here isn't all that great."
But what was this? She'd barged into the Frankfurt Consulate out of nowhere and was saying something like that. If security was bad, she should take it up with the Germans—this was just a powerless consulate of the Republic of Korea.
The man gave an awkward smile and tried to placate her.
"We'll do our best to improve."
"You'd better."
"So... what brings you here...?"
He was a man who rarely had to bow his head to anyone except the ambassador in Germany, so this dynamic felt uncomfortable.
"Just traveling abroad for a bit. Is there a law saying principals have to stay in Korea?"
"Oh, who would say such a thing! We're truly delighted to have you."
Never pick fights with academy principals. That was a time-honored directive passed down from his predecessors. Even the elementary division principal represented the foundation, after all.
Especially this Gu On-yu—she wasn't widely known for it, but purely in terms of raw power, she'd once been counted among the top three in all of Korea. A monster.
Let's think...
The Frankfurt consul's mind raced. Recently, he'd received instructions from the Foreign Ministry to keep a close eye on a child named NoName for any signs of immigration intent.
And as far as he knew, NoName was enrolled at Seferon Academy.
The person standing before him was Seferon Academy's principal.
By syllogism, the conclusion followed.
"Did you perhaps come with Nami?"
"How did a heavy-hipped guy like you know that? Did the government give you some secret directive?"
"Oh, no way! I just keep up with the news."
"Is that so?"
From his reaction just now, Principal Gu On-yu was convinced. Up until they'd left Incheon Airport, the ones watching Nami had been government affiliates.
At least it was a relief they weren't approaching with malicious intent, but if they meddled any further with academy students, she planned to lodge a formal protest.
"Thanks for the coffee. Still not as good as what we brew back in Korea, though."
"Glad you enjoyed it, Principal Gu."
"Hm?"
Beep-beep-beep!
Lost Child Prevention Sticker warning from Nami's phone.
Principal Gu On-yu's phone blared loudly. It was a warning from the lost child prevention sticker attached to Nami's phone.
Heartbeat normal, just walking around moderately—looks fine, but what's going on?
Checking Nami's vitals on her phone showed no issues. Except that she'd suddenly drained all her aura.
Just to confirm, she called Nami.
"Nami, everything okay?"
"Yeah. We're having fun."
"Got it. Don't wear yourself out too soon."
"Hmph... Yep."
A moment later, a call came in from the consul.
A Korean girl under 10 had brutally assaulted four German men on the street and was currently being questioned by police.
Of all times, with Principal Gu On-yu right here...!
Protecting nationals was the consulate's job. The consul issued orders in a voice more agitated than usual.
"Check the victims' status immediately! Random assault? Investigate thoroughly how the kid got attacked by those men and hold them accountable. Got it?"
A little girl assaulted in broad daylight was already big news, but if sexual assault was involved too, it didn't bear thinking about.
"No, it's the opposite, sir...! The kid assaulted four adult men. And they say she used aura too."
"What?"
How could the exact opposite result come out? Clearing his throat, he asked in a subdued voice.
"The kid's a teenager?"
The severity had dropped sharply from moments ago, but juvenile crime wasn't something to ignore. Age wasn't a factor in German sentencing.
"No, sir. Under 10."
"Under 10...?"
The consul's brain short-circuited briefly.
Did Korea start counting age every four years without me knowing? If the suspect was born on February 29th and they were calling her under 10 as a joke, it wouldn't even be funny.
"No, the local police insist she's really 8, so I double-checked multiple times."
In that instant, the consul and Principal Gu On-yu locked eyes.
"8 years old? No way...?"
"Gotta run—it's urgent!"
"Principal Gu! Principal Gu On-yu! Wait, look at me for a sec!"
"I'm innocent. They started it, so it was self-defense."
"Self-defense? My friends got 16 weeks' injuries, and you call that self-defense?"
"Fine, not self-defense then. So what're you gonna do about it?"
"You... you...!"
The peaceful Frankfurt police station was in an uproar.
Macky, claiming to be a TikTokker with 6 million followers, bared his teeth and growled. He eagerly showed the cops the horrific state of his hospitalized friends via video call, but as police, there wasn't much they could do.
"How does a nobody like this have 6 million followers? First time hearing the name Macky, and I live in Germany."
"Me too. Maybe I should quit policing and try TikTok."
"Nami, saw you yesterday and now today too! Want some candy?"
Macky ranting on, cops brushing him off lightly, NoName—the actual perpetrator—yawning away. Yun Seol took it all in and felt a migraine coming on.
"Why?"
"Nothing. Tasty candy, Nami?"
"Yeah. Wish they sold these in Korea too."
She watched Nami eat the candy with a queasy expression.
World of Arceria story mode first to break 130k points. Victory in Tag Match with a ragtag team. Yun Seol knew the significance of those feats. After the tournament, Nami had even grinded more ranked matches to settle her account at Master.
But she was taking games too lightly. World of Arceria was a VR game, famous for best reflecting real physical abilities.
So naturally, real-life Nami had to be superhuman.
I hoped it wasn't true, but damn, it really is.
According to the brown afroed young man, they'd apologized first, but Nami suddenly went berserk and beat four people to a pulp. Nami vehemently denied hearing any apology.
"You don't deny the rest?"
"Didn't expect them to be that weak. Who gets mana tattoos just to look pretty... Never imagined it back in my day..."
They were just pure, if a bit dim, bodyguards who liked glowing night tattoos. NoName pouted, protesting her innocence.
Whether hidden cam or not, she'd faced racial discrimination—that much was true.
The other party, Danielle, huddled under a blanket by the AC, shivering.
"You okay, unnie?"
"G-get away! Nami's scary!"
"It was my side? Jeez, overreacting."
That was the normal reaction. For a normal kid, anyway. NoName was way past that category.
Is Nami confusing games with reality?
Yun Seol recalled Kariri getting parry special training from Nami before. That wouldn't do. She didn't want her head cracked in real life either.
"You punk!"
"...?"
NoName blinked her innocent eyes. Yun Seol lost her words at the sight.
"Let's do better next time?"
"Sure, whatever."
"This isn't just sleeping on it...!"
In the end, the incident ran parallel again. Macky demanding recognition of his grievance, the invincible criminal girl NoName. Cops in the middle, scratching their heads helplessly.
Ultimately, NoName mediated it herself. She popped the candy out of her mouth and said,
"Macky, if you're that wronged, why not reenact it here?"
"Huh?"
"Right in front of the officers—have your guy say what he said, and I'll respond like I did. If they rule I overreacted, I'll gladly pay hospital bills and compensation."
"Wait, how do you reenact that?"
"Ni hao, ching chong ching, Chinese are everywhere, did your mom die of COVID, etc. Just say it to me like before. Why, can't you?"
"Even so, I can't say that in front of cops..."
Macky glanced slyly at the police.
"Don't mind us! It's not sincere anyway, right? Just for a prank video?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Let's see it too. How'd it escalate to this mess?"
NoName shrugged, signaling to get on with it.
"Ni... ni hao?"
"Keep going."
"Ching... haa... ching chong ching...?"
"Slant your eyes too. What, can't?"
Macky took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes till he could barely see. He thought of German ambulance costs—minimum 1,000 euros, up to 10,000 with four hospitalizations. Shame was fleeting, money lasted.
When Macky opened his eyes again, NoName's arm glowed golden.
"...!"
"Next line. Not doing it?"
"You! You're not gonna hit me with that fist, right?"
"Just lightly reenacting. If I overdid it, I'll pay 1,000 or 10,000 euros gladly."
NoName twirled her arm demonstratively. Sparks crackled on the marble floor.
That purple aura from before...!
Macky backed away slowly. The power density was different. Every crackle from that weird aura repelled surrounding aura. He watched his deployed aura barrier crumble unwittingly.
Without a barrier, a direct hit from that fist wouldn't end in mere hospitalization.
His life flashed before his eyes.
Why are the cops just watching excitedly! If she swings that for real at me!
"Say it quick. What about my mom?"
Her eyes shifted from black to gold to purple. Seeing the fearless girl stride forward, Macky belatedly realized she was 8.
Criminal girl! Damn it!
Unlike juvenile offenders, at under 10, she was exempt even from juvenile law—truly invincible. Even if victims went from four to five, nothing changed.
Macky squeezed his eyes shut. Life over money, he shouted,
"Stop... stop! On second thought, our prank went too far!"
"Just words?"
"What more can we—hiiik!"
NoName stepped forward, grabbing her left wrist with her right. To Macky, her motions played frame by frame. Shoulder turns, waist twists. Weight shifts naturally from right to left foot as she thrust her small hand at him.
BOOOOM!
Compressed air between Macky's body and Nami's hand exploded, ear-shattering.
What nonsense is this...!
The fist stopped a hand's breadth away.
"Hah..."
"Be careful next time. That prank's no fun for the target."
NoName withdrew her aura, shook out her hand, and left. Cops jumped up, bombarding her with questions on the feat.
"Nami! Teach me how! You thrust into air and it sounded like a bomb!"
"Is this that Eastern martial art? Perfect for riot control."
"Ahyooo! Like this? Right?"
"Wrong stance. Plant your pivot foot firmer, twist from the waist more."
"Urgh! This is my best! Aak, don't force it, kid! Ligaments, ligaments stretching!"
"More, you can do more. Human bodies don't break that easy."
Thud—Macky collapsed into a chair, legs giving out, replaying the strike. It flew slowly, unnoticed by onlookers, but chilled him to the bone.
If it'd hit, it'd pierce clean through...
Not fast, but like a hydraulic press pulverizing everything in path mercilessly. How could such an irrational being exist on Earth?
Macky stared at NoName, sweating bullets, as if possessed by a demon, long after.
Ding-a-ling—The station door opened. Macky's longtime partner and cameraman entered, back from escorting the injured guards to the hospital by ambulance.
"Macky, how'd negotiations go? The guards are threatening to sue if you don't cover four months' salary too. Hospital bills are insane, and now salary on top...!"
"We'll call it even."
"What? You're taking it all yourself?"
"No choice."
"Macky, hold up. Even so, let me sweet-talk them again."
"Wait! Stop! I said stop!"
Shaking off Macky's hand, the cameraman strode toward NoName. She muttered, Tag match this time? and cracked her knuckles.
"You look familiar...? Wait, aren't you that TikTok violin girl?"
NoName dropped her arms, inwardly disappointed.