A Chaotic Field Training (6)
At that moment, Goshawk paused while reviewing Song Do-yun’s documents, suddenly rummaging through the side table drawer and pulling out a thick cigar the width of a thumb.
“Come closer.”
Goshawk sliced off the end of the cigar and crooked her finger.
“There are matches over there. Light it for me, would you?”
Song Do-yun struck a match and held it to the tip of Goshawk’s cigar. As she inhaled, Goshawk stared at Song Do-yun through the rising smoke. The cigar’s fumes were incredibly pungent, so Song Do-yun quickly shook out the match and tried to return to her seat.
That was when Goshawk reached out and seized her wrist.
“Want to try a puff yourself?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Don’t be like that.”
When Goshawk pulled the cigar from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva stretched between her lips. She licked it away with her tongue and smiled. With her heavy smoky makeup and the cigar smoke curling around her, Goshawk truly looked like a villain. Song Do-yun shook her head and tried to yank her wrist free.
But she was nowhere near strong enough to escape an active hero’s grip.
“Come on. Then I’ll let you go.”
In the end, Song Do-yun hesitated before accepting the cigar and taking a very short drag. She immediately doubled over, coughing violently.
“Not to your taste? It’s an extremely expensive one imported from overseas.”
“I don’t smoke cigarettes…”
“What a shame. It would’ve been nice to enjoy it together.”
Goshawk cackled and blew smoke directly into Song Do-yun’s face. Song Do-yun covered her nose and mouth, stumbling backward to get away from her. She had thought the woman was merely an eccentric hero, but she hadn’t expected anything like this.
Suddenly, she remembered Professor Kyo, who had strongly advised her against coming here. Still, Song Do-yun steeled herself. There was no turning back now. She genuinely wanted to learn from a truly powerful hero, and among those who had selected her, the highest-ranked one was the very person standing before her—Goshawk.
“That look in your eyes is getting me a little turned on.”
Goshawk laughed and pressed the call button. An employee opened the door and entered.
“You called, Hero?”
“Among the requests currently stacked up, which ones require me to go out personally?”
“Ah, yes. One moment.”
As the employee listed several requests, Goshawk puffed on her cigar and asked Song Do-yun, “By the way, did you bring your suit? You can’t go into the field dressed like that.”
“I brought it.”
“Then change into it.”
When Song Do-yun picked up her bag and tried to leave the room, Goshawk stopped her.
“Right here. There’s no changing room outside.”
“You mean… here?”
“I told you, didn’t I? There’s no place to change.”
Song Do-yun stared at Goshawk without a word. Soon Goshawk burst into laughter.
“Kyahahahaha!! I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Escort this child to the changing room.”
“Yes, Hero. This way, intern.”
As Song Do-yun followed the employee out, she glanced back. Goshawk was still smoking her cigar, watching her with a lingering gaze.
Having changed into her suit, Song Do-yun followed Goshawk up to the agency’s rooftop. Standing on the helipad, Goshawk scanned Song Do-yun up and down with a sinister look in her eyes. The Academy’s training suits were made of thin latex with only minimal functions, so they clung tightly to the body and revealed every curve.
“Looks delicious.”
“Pardon…?”
“Shall we get going then? Time for your field training, right?”
When Goshawk activated her aura, a pitch-black aura like ink began to rise like thick exhaust fumes. Matching her, Song Do-yun circulated her own navy-blue aura, and Goshawk smiled.
“I really like that color. Don’t lose sight of me—follow closely.”
Goshawk kicked off the helipad and shot into the sky in an instant. It was an incredible speed befitting her callsign. Song Do-yun followed a beat later, soaring high into the air after her.
Goshawk was already waiting far above in the distant sky, fiddling with the auxiliary device on her wrist.
“From what I saw during your evaluation, you fight pretty well. Think you can do the same this time?”
“Of course.”
“I like that attitude. Then I’ll send you the coordinates—why don’t you take the lead?”
The coordinates Goshawk sent arrived on Song Do-yun’s auxiliary device. It wasn’t far away—a rather weak D-class villain was the target.
As Song Do-yun flew toward the location, Goshawk stuck close behind her. The reason Goshawk had put Song Do-yun in front wasn’t for any wholesome purpose like increasing practical participation. She simply wanted to stare at the girl’s ass.
Goshawk licked her lips while admiring the smooth curves clearly visible through the tight suit. Those cold, aloof types always screamed so obscenely once they broke.
When they arrived at the scene, they spotted a villain standing on the rooftop below. The villain had just placed one foot on the railing and was looking down, as if about to commit some evil deed. Upon closer inspection, the villain was a woman. Female villains weren’t particularly rare. Evil deeds didn’t discriminate by gender.
“Hmm. Is that the one?”
Goshawk accessed the Management Bureau’s reconnaissance satellite database and pulled up the relevant information. The Bureau’s satellites monitored villain movements twenty-four hours a day. When a crime was anticipated, they would either send a request to the nearest agency or dispatch their own heroes.
This request had come to Goshawk based on data secured by the reconnaissance satellites, which was why they had managed to reach the scene before the incident occurred. However, no matter how diligently the satellites searched, villains weren’t simply going to sit and wait. The fact that this one had been caught so openly proved she was an extremely inexperienced rookie.
“Hm-hm.”
After comparing the satellite photo with the villain below, Goshawk made her decision. This bitch isn’t my type, so I’ll hand her over to the intern.
If the female villain had suited Goshawk’s ‘taste,’ she would have subdued the target herself, enjoyed a bit of ‘play,’ and then handed her over to the Bureau. Unfortunately, today was a miss.
“Hey. Want to try handling this one by yourself?”
“According to regulations, interns cannot engage in solo combat.”
“Who said that?”
“Professor Kyo did.”
“Ha, that professor really is a coward. If he keeps playing it so safe, how is he supposed to raise his students to be great? Just do it yourself.”
Song Do-yun hesitated at Goshawk’s suggestion. Professor Kyo had clearly told her that if something like this happened, she must refuse immediately and call him if it became too much to handle. But Song Do-yun didn’t want to do that.
She didn’t particularly like Professor Kyo. In fact, she was deliberately keeping an emotional distance from him. Part of it was because they weren’t close, but it was also because Han Min-ha liked him. Although she didn’t have an official relationship with Han Min-ha yet, it was only natural to feel jealous when the girl she liked had feelings for another man.
Especially since, right before they left for the internship, Professor Kyo had hugged Han Min-ha while smiling at her. To Song Do-yun, that smile had felt like mockery, and it left a very unpleasant taste in her mouth. In truth, Professor Kyo had wanted to hug Song Do-yun as well but had refrained out of consideration for her feelings. However, since Song Do-yun lacked the ability to read minds, she had no way of knowing that.
Besides, Song Do-yun truly wanted to become stronger. Ever since her defeat at Han Min-ha’s hands and her subsequent obsession with her, she had constantly nurtured the desire to grow stronger. It was only logical—if she wanted to take responsibility for Han Min-ha, she needed to become stronger than her.
She hadn’t received a clear answer from Han Min-ha yet, but someday she would confess. And to do that, she had to become strong. If the confession was rejected… then she would simply take her by force….
“Are you going to do it or not?”
After much internal conflict, Song Do-yun nodded.
“I’ll do it.”
“Good, good. Then go ahead.”
Song Do-yun hesitated for a moment before rapidly descending toward the rooftop. The villain, who had been looking down from the edge, lifted her head at the rough wave of aura. Song Do-yun activated her wind manipulation, intending to knock the villain off the roof and let her fall to her death.
A powerful current of air rushed past her and slammed into the villain, causing her to stagger and lose her balance. But if she had fallen so easily, she wouldn’t have become a villain in the first place. The villain immediately thrust both hands against the floor, and long, horn-like stone spikes erupted from the concrete, piercing through it and anchoring her in place.
Having avoided the fatal fall, the villain opened her mouth toward Song Do-yun.
“Huk!?”
A sharp stone projectile shot out from inside her mouth and flew straight at Song Do-yun’s face. She reflexively twisted her head, dodging it by a hair’s breadth.
“Get lost and stop interfering!”
Along with the villain’s vicious shout, sharp stone spikes began firing wildly like bullets from an automatic rifle. Song Do-yun panicked and twisted her body in every direction, trying to break through the barrage, but it was too much. Her skills were still insufficient for such rapid evasive maneuvers. Soon, her suit was torn in several places and blood began to flow.
High above, Goshawk watched with a relaxed expression, casually swatting away the spikes that flew toward her as well. She observed Song Do-yun’s struggle with amusement.
Hmm. Her skills are worse than I thought. Even if I hire her, she won’t be able to handle requests. She’d be perfect as a doormat. I’ll wrap this up roughly, head back, and give her some proper drugs….
Suddenly, an overwhelmingly creepy pressure surged from behind her. Goshawk threw herself sideways in a panic.
A hero enveloped in gray aura shot past her and dove downward. The weight and solidity of the aura’s pressure was so immense that Goshawk nearly lost her balance and fell from the sky.
What the hell is that…?