Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Yaksha Rule Taekwondo (1)
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Vacation is great because you don't have to go to school.
No teachers to stop me, and I can run around the house freely.
I can eat snacks whenever I want, and watch TV all day long.
But even enjoying this free daily life can get boring sometimes.
“Uwaaah, so booored!”
Thud—
Hwaryeon flopped onto the floor, her feet propped up on the sofa.
She had a blank, bored expression.
“Bored! I wanna play! I wanna run around!”
Kraaack—!
Hwaryeon rolled around on the floor, lamenting her boredom.
In the midst of it, she lifted her head and spotted a new toy.
“Mangmung is the patient! I'm the doctor!”
“Mangmang-!!”
Choryeon and Mangmung were playing house in the living room.
“Now, Patient Mangmung! Lie on the floor and show me your belly!”
“Mangmang—!”
Mangmung hesitated not a moment before showing off his plump, chubby belly.
Choryeon pressed the stethoscope against it and announced the diagnosis with a serious face.
“It's a vegetative state...!”
“Ma, mangmang...!?”
“To devote your body to nature and become a vegetable! So moving! I'll bury you in the ground nice and quick!”
Swish—
Choryeon headed to the balcony flowerpot with a solemn expression.
“Ma, mangmang...”
“Hey now, vegetables don't talk!”
Mangmung tried to wail about his impending burial in the dirt.
But it fell on deaf ears to Choryeon, lost in the game.
And then.
“Hmph, playing a fun game without me!”
Hwaryeon didn't like the look of those two.
“How dare you play without me!?”
Grrrrr—
Hwaryeon dashed over and yanked Mangmung out right before he could be buried alive.
“Kuhuhuhu! I'm taking Mangmung!”
“H-Hwaryeon unnie! Don't interrupt my house game with Mangmung!”
“No way! I'm doing what I want!”
Thud thud thud—!
A sudden Mangmung tug-of-war broke out between Hwaryeon and Choryeon.
“Ma, mangmang...”
Whew—
Mangmung finally caught his breath after escaping the live burial.
Mangmung winked at Hwaryeon in thanks.
“Mang!”
“Huh?”
Hwaryeon responded as if she couldn't comprehend.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Mang?”
“I'm gonna grill you up? Kuhuhuhu!”
Hwaryeon flashed a wicked grin at Mangmung.
“Ma, mangmang...!!!”
That was the moment Mangmung's world crumbled.
Mangmung whipped his head around and cried out to Choryeon for rescue.
“Mangmang—! Mangmang—!”
“Mangmung! I'll save you soon!”
“Hmph, try and take him if you can!”
Thud thud thud—!
Hwaryeon and Choryeon raced around the living room in hot pursuit.
They leaped over Lego bricks scattered on the uncleaned floor.
They dodged by stepping on the sofa, running so as not to get caught.
“Hmph, gotta grill up some Mangmung!”
“N-No! Give Mangmung back!”
“...”
Even with Lee Ha-jun sitting quietly on the sofa watching TV.
“You little punks...”
Crack—
Lee Ha-jun could no longer tolerate the dragons' rampage.
“You punks!! What are you doing in the middle of vacation daytime!! Both of you, get over here!!!”
“Eek!”
“Eek!”
Thud—!
Hwaryeon and Choryeon were grabbed by Lee Ha-jun's hands and forcibly seated on the sofa.
Lee Ha-jun glared at Hwaryeon and said.
“Lee Hwaryeon! Didn't I tell you not to bully your little sister!!”
“Wh-When did I bully her! I was just playing together because I was bored!”
“Lee Choryeon! Is that true?!”
Shake shake—
Choryeon quickly shook her head side to side.
Meaning no.
“Choryeon says no?”
“You traitor! You enjoyed it too!”
Zap—!
Hwaryeon shot Choryeon a sharp glare.
“It wasn't fun for me!”
Bleh—
Choryeon stuck out her tongue, clutching Mangmung to her chest.
“More importantly, Lee Hwaryeon. You finished your vacation homework before saying you're bored?”
“Hmph, why do vacation homework now! It's easier to cram it all later!”
“What about the field trip report?”
“I'll do it later! No place I wanna go right now anyway!”
Hwaryeon had no particular place she wanted to go, and was full of plans to cram her homework later.
Lee Ha-jun let out a sigh.
“Sigh, if you don't do homework, you'll just bully Choryeon again?”
“It wasn't bullying! And next time, I'll go bug Suryeon!”
“Then you'll actually fight for real...”
Suryeon was in her room, intensely gaming on her A-pad.
She called herself a ranker, so it probably required serious focus.
If Hwaryeon barged in and messed around?
“I can't let this house I bought get wrecked like that...”
Whew—
Lee Ha-jun sighed.
And he made up his mind.
“Lee Hwaryeon.”
“Yeah?”
“You're getting shipped off to the taekwondo dojang with your brother.”
A banishment spot for kids overflowing with energy.
Taekwondo dojang.
Hwaryeon looked like she could use a trip there.
“Wh-Why do I have to go to a place like that!!”
“No veto rights, Lee Hwaryeon.”
“Kwaaaang—!!”
No matter how much Hwaryeon wailed, Lee Ha-jun's decision seemed set in stone.
***
Elementary schoolers overflow with energy.
The banishment spots for elementary schoolers bursting with energy are usually one of two.
‘Taekwondo dojang. Or calligraphy class.’
The taekwondo dojang means ‘Unleash your energy freely!’, while the calligraphy class means ‘Acquire a mind that controls your energy.’
No way Hwaryeon would calmly write characters, so in this case, taekwondo dojang was obviously right.
“Suryeon and Choryeon can vent their energy on their own. But not you, Lee Hwaryeon.”
“Hmph, what did I even do!”
“You only feel better after fighting about everything.”
Suryeon and Choryeon consume their energy relatively quietly.
But Hwaryeon burns hers through physical activity.
‘I'm not always home anyway. Taekwondo dojang's the best choice.’
I headed outside with Hwaryeon to sign her up for taekwondo.
Fortunately, I'd heard a new taekwondo dojang had opened in the basement of the neighboring apartment.
“It's close, so that'll be nice, Hwaryeon. Facilities are new too, so probably great?”
“I don't listen to weak humans weaker than me! Like you can teach me taekwondo!”
“Let's just check it out. You might like it?”
“Hmph!”
Maybe mad I decided on my own.
Hwaryeon kept turning her head away.
But she showed no sign of letting go of my hand.
“Down to the basement... around here, I think— Ah, found it.”
It wasn't long before we arrived at the taekwondo dojang.
A pretty clean sign, and through the glass, I could see kids inside.
“Still doing warm-ups, huh. Perfect timing.”
“Hmph, not interested!”
“Just try it first.”
Swish—
I led Hwaryeon inside the taekwondo dojang.
Then, an instructor who looked middle-aged and another in his mid-30s greeted us.
“Hello. Here to sign up?”
“Yeah, brought her because she keeps running wild at home.”
Hwaryeon looked displeased with my introduction.
But we followed the taekwondo instructor's guidance to an inner room.
“Hmm...”
Maybe because it was newly built.
The interior was remarkably clean.
Like it had been freshly painted over to erase any traces.
Clean to the point of feeling uncanny.
“The inside is cleaner than I expected?”
“Yes, this is just the area for instructors. We're not kids; we have to keep it clean.”
“Well, true.”
I used to mess places up back in the day.
But since having kids, I try to keep things as clean as possible.
Adults naturally develop the habit of using spaces cleanly.
I said to the taekwondo instructors smiling kindly.
“I saw the ad, right? You have a program for elementary kids during vacation?”
“Yes, that's right. It's too hot outside for playgrounds, so lots of parents come to us. We're planning to entertain the kids during break. By teaching taekwondo, the soul of Korea.”
“Koreans can't resist taekwondo.”
The national rule for Koreans: taekwondo.
But dragon Hwaryeon's thoughts were different.
“Taekwondo? That's a martial art with no real combat value!”
“...”
“Better to learn jiu-jitsu or boxing!”
“...Don't go around saying you were born in Korea, Hwaryeon.”
Hwaryeon didn't yet know taekwondo's greatness.
She'd learn its destructive power once she trained.
“So, 1.2 million won for the vacation session?”
“It's 1.2, but we'll make it a clean 1 million.”
“Hmm...”
A discount.
A bit suspicious, but.
Maybe it's a nicer taekwondo dojang than expected.
I smiled wide at the discount offer and replied.
“Yes, please take good care of her! She's a bit rowdy, but basically good!”
“When did I ever rowdy!!”
Grrrr—!
Ignoring Hwaryeon's outburst.
I paid at the taekwondo dojang and banished her there.
“Lee Hwaryeon, you'll play with friends here for a while. Come straight home at mealtime, and I'll pick you up!”
“Kwaaaak! Daddy, I hate you! When I get home, fight me with Yaksha Rules!!”
Challenging Dad to Yaksha Rules.
Scary stuff.
I fled quick before Hwaryeon could clobber me.
And so, Hwaryeon started attending the taekwondo dojang full of friends.
***
Bad mood.
Like a volcano bubbling over.
“How dare he dump me in a place like this...?! When Dad gets back, I'll totally school him with Yaksha Rules...!!”
Unforgivable.
Hwaryeon sat on the bench, lips pursed.
Then, a taekwondo instructor approached and spoke.
“Hwaryeon, right?”
“How dare you call my name!? Use the full name! It's Lee Hwaryeon!”
“R-Right... Lee Hwaryeon... We're starting soon, so go change into the taekwondo uniform in the changing room over there...?”
“Hand it over!”
Whoosh—!
Hwaryeon snatched the dobok and dashed into the changing room.
She quickly donned the taekwondo uniform and checked herself in the mirror.
A fresh, breathable white dobok with sleeves blending red and black.
“I look cooler than I thought?! Like a fusion of Game Ranger Red and Black!”
Kuhuhuhu—
Hwaryeon got swept up in her cool look, forgetting all her bad mood.
She glanced outside the changing room and thought.
“If I beat all those kids, I'll be the instructor, right? I'll Yaksha Rule them all!”
Lee Hwaryeon's Yaksha Rule conquest mode: ON.
“Hmph, to teach me, you gotta beat me first!”
That was the moment a strange storm began brewing in the taekwondo dojang.