Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Community Revolution
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Things like throwing dirt or swords.
They were useful in real combat, so it wasn't wrong to teach them.
The problem was safety.
If the Academy professors prioritized the children's safety, both Professor Cheong and Professor Go would have plenty to say.
Fortunately, though.
Professor Cheong.
And Professor Go.
They hadn't come for that reason.
"If possible after lunch, I'd like you to visit the faculty office."
Like Professor Go, Professor Cheong had also come to invite me to the faculty office.
I blinked twice.
Why are these people so eager to drag me to the faculty office...?
I wasn't sure if it was because there were two of them trying to take me instead of one, but the atmosphere felt oddly tense.
Professor Go and Professor Cheong glaring at each other.
If I weren't here, they might have grabbed each other's hair and fought—their eyes said as much.
What should I do?
Whichever one I followed, I had a strong feeling it'd be a hassle.
Then.
"Transfer student! The homeroom teacher ordered chicken and pizza!"
Opportunity.
"I'll head off to lunch now."
I gave a light bow to both professors and followed the kids.
Teaching you swordsmanship paid off.
This is how you repay the favor, huh.
As payment, I'll only make you go until the rotation battle today.
* * *
The two professors silently watched the student's retreating figure as they hurried off to their classmates at the call of a friend.
"Professor Go."
"Professor Cheong."
They turned to face each other.
"Professor Cheong. That kid's from the Magic Department. It'd be better for your health to mind your own business."
Professor Go threw the first threat.
He mentioned their affiliation with the Magic Department.
But Professor Cheong smiled as if looking at something ridiculous.
"Is that so? I hear the student wants to transfer to the Swordsmanship Department."
Outrageous nonsense.
The Magic Department's prized child wants to go to the Swordsmanship Department?
Professor Go, a Magic Department alum, exploded.
"What?! Who spouted such nonsense?!"
At his momentum, as if he'd brand it slander without proof, Professor Cheong pulled out an old letter.
"The kid's homeroom teacher sent this email. Says the transfer student wants to come to the Swordsmanship Department."
Professor Go's eyes bulged upon seeing it.
He thrashed about.
"Swordsmanship Department? What nonsense is this? They came as a magic specialist, so of course they'll stay in Magic. The other Magic professors think so too."
"Seems the student thinks differently. And you—bribing with Bankruptcy Pingks isn't exactly proper."
Professor Go staggered from Professor Cheong's critical hit but didn't fall.
"And you, Professor Cheong? Why not fess up to that Swordsmanship transfer application you're hiding? I heard you stuffed the faculty office with stuff the kids would like."
"How did you...?"
"It was real? I was just guessing, and you're lecturing me?"
Oh no.
Professor Cheong realized his mistake.
He'd fallen for the leading question that turned suspicion into certainty.
"……."
"……."
A brief silence flowed.
Professor Go and Professor Cheong stared each other down.
They both realized they couldn't settle this one-on-one.
One-on-one wouldn't work. Only one answer remained.
Group battle.
A faction war was the only way.
* * *
Sung-chan glanced around, confirmed no one was nearby, and whispered.
"Transfer student, what did you do? Why are the professors always after you?"
"Nah, I probably didn't do anything."
I shook my head at Sung-chan's question.
From what I saw earlier, they weren't there about teaching the kids.
So I really hadn't done anything.
It's only been a few days since I started at the Academy.
I've been quiet, no incidents—why do they keep coming?
"Watch out for Professor Go. Rumor has it he secretly drags kids to the faculty office."
He was trying to take me too.
"They say if you go, you become his charge or something, and have to study with him after school. Avoid it if you hate studying."
"I see."
Sounds like he's got a bad rep.
His face looked kind enough, but maybe he's unpopular with the kids.
As Sung-chan and I approached the class group, Seo-ah had already saved a spot.
"Here! Over here!"
Chicken and pizza were spread out in front of Seo-ah.
"They shoved everything this way 'cause it's thanks to you."
Hee-hee, grinning Seo-ah.
Chicken and pizza that great?
My eyes were more on the wedge potatoes.
I didn't know some chicken places fry potatoes too.
Wedge potatoes were scattered among the chicken.
I slipped on plastic gloves to eat comfortably when the homeroom teacher approached with a speech.
"Everyone worked hard earlier. As promised, teacher bought pizza and chicken—so give it your all in the rotation battle later, okay?"
"Yes!"
The kids' resounding yes! made the teacher vanish as suddenly as he'd appeared.
Stepping aside so the kids could eat in peace.
"Transfer student! Thanks to you we get to eat! Thanks!"
"Hey, teach us more next time!"
"Do great in the rotation battle too!"
Thanks to that, lunch began in a warm, cheerful atmosphere.
I picked up a wedge potato.
Mmm...
Sweet and savory—this is way better than the ones elsewhere.
Perfectly coated in sauce.
Looks like the kids aren't eating the potatoes, just the rest.
Guess I can have them all.
"You not eating chicken?"
I pushed back the drumstick Seo-ah offered.
"Nah, you guys eat plenty."
"Pizza?"
"Sung-chan, you eat up too. Your stomach'll be empty soon—eat while you can."
Sung-chan and Seo-ah eyed me weirdly for only eating potatoes.
But in front of chicken and pizza, the kids enjoyed a satisfying lunch.
"Are the potatoes that good...?"
Seo-ah's question.
I thought for a sec and answered.
"Yeah. Pretty good. Tasty."
Actually suited my taste more than the chicken or pizza.
And so.
After a hearty lunch, that afternoon.
"Magic Department students! Gather over here, please!"
Time for digestion and a quick workout—the rotation battle was up.
Rubbing my eyes on the way to the training grounds.
"Am I seeing things? Why are there so many professors I haven't seen before?"
For some reason, way more professors than before crowded the training grounds.
"Swordsmanship Department professors?"
Checking after Sung-chan's words, yeah, faces I hadn't seen in Magic.
As I wondered if all Swordsmanship professors were here.
"Magic Department professors are piling in too?"
Like clockwork, both departments' numbers surged.
The training grounds were packed.
Middle and high school one-on-ones had just ended, into lunch break.
Seemed like all remaining professors had gathered here.
No.
Not seemed—all of them had.
I'd surely get some sharp stares during the rotation battle.
Rotation battle: keep doing one-on-ones until one side's all out.
And I was dead last in lineup.
Simple reason.
"Transfer student, you going out?"
"You guys go. Use what I taught at least once."
What would I do jumping into the kids' fights?
To let them internalize the lessons, I sent others first.
So I went last.
Swordsmanship Department's swordsmanship match.
Victory naturally went to Magic Department.
* * *
We went until 5th period today, so dismissal was later than usual.
Exhausted kids trudged out of the Academy after the matches.
No chatter about Bankruptcy Pings or whatever on the way home—must be really wiped.
Said bye to Seo-ah and Sung-chan at the usual alley split.
On the way home.
Hating to go out again later, I shopped early.
Worked out, so meat time.
Last time pork—today beef and veggies.
Grabbed a salad too.
"Oof... Today, potato chips too..."
One pack?
Minimum three...
"No, just two."
Gave in to temptation, grabbed a bunch of artery-clogging potato chips, and headed home.
Two instead of three—self-control.
After that, routine.
Shower first, laundry.
Didn't move that hard, but sweaty clothes best washed same day after workouts.
Fresh out, checked dinner time.
Two hours left.
Academy "homework" done during breaks, so now...
Click.
Internet time.
Review magic, find magic books to study.
While at it, check community.
Afternoons usually quiet.
Lots of posts, but mostly worthless crap.
No dopamine, no value— no reason to waste time.
So habit-scroll, about to log off.
For a second, I thought I'd entered Yura's chat by mistake.
This is the community, right?
The community was on fire again.
So...
Kill the admins?
What happened?
Sleepiness vanished instantly.
Magic books on hold—zoomed in on the community window.