33 – How Gangsters Deal with School Violence (4)
1.
Why are there so many times I have to turn around today? I didn’t used to have to turn my head so often.
Perhaps because I had never lived a life that gave me a reason to turn my head in the first place, I wasn’t accustomed to things happening behind me.
But from now on, I’ll have to look behind me more often, even if it’s unfamiliar. I can’t live like I used to, completely trampling everything underfoot.
Amidst the clear hostility and anger emanating from behind me, I turned my head to confirm the owner of the voice after making sure Harira student didn’t fall.
“How dare this bastard lay a hand on our daughter! Repent with death!”
“Huh.”
Daughter? Hand? Death?
With just these three words, I could tell that the middle-aged man charging towards me, clenching his fists, was Harira’s father.
Wearing a yellow padded jacket, loose sweatpants, and dragging his slippers, Harira’s father had an unkempt appearance, but his intense gaze towards me was anything but unkempt.
Well, my brother had also told me that if a girl was seduced by some other jerk, he would do whatever it took to physically render that jerk incapable of reproducing.
A father’s love for his daughter is a strong and rough thing, as evidenced by his burning gaze.
So it was unintentional, and even if it couldn’t be helped, the scene of the student leaning his face against my chest seemed to enrage her father to the point where he could explode from head to toe, at least in his perspective.
However, even though it was like that, it wasn’t right to charge forward with a raised fist, so I raised my hand to block the fist.
“Um, I’m sorry, but can you listen to me for a moment…”
I tried to politely request him to stop by anticipating the trajectory of the swinging fist and placing my palm in its path, but the student’s father’s shouting cut me off.
“Shut up!”
Right after the rough voice echoed, the student’s father’s fist swung along the expected trajectory.
By the way, he swings the fist quite broadly. If he hits like this, the impact will surely be strong, but it’s not that easy to block…
Swish!
Nonchalantly watching the fist swinging more than necessary, suddenly, in the midst of it, the upper body of the student’s father disappeared.
No, to be precise, while swinging his fist in the air, he bent his upper body down and to the side, rotating his body significantly.
At the same time, with an unusually fast rotational force, his foot, containing all the power like a whip, lashed towards my head.
Shwack!
“Huh?”
Kicking with slippers on? Is this for real?
The moment I realized that the student’s father’s trick was not a fist but a kick, one second shattered into dozens of pieces, and the perceived time began to flow dozens of times slower.
The awakening of the mind and body that occurs when the situation causes a potential harm.
Unless it’s a crisis where gangsters with sashimi and lead pipes rush in or the student’s fist flies, or Harira student falls from the sky, there’s no way to feel time slowing down. Yet, right now, I was experiencing the slowed-down time.
That means, being kicked from behind with slippers on is considered threatening. What is this? Some kind of hidden master?
With such thoughts, even within the slowed-down time, I accurately and swiftly gazed at the sole of the slipper charging toward my head.
Both flexibility and speed. It’s certain that there’s skill in that kick.
The experience of trying to block or avoid the kicks of skillful fighters who know how to use their legs is something else. Just looking at the roundhouse kick coming at me now, even attempting to block it in an average way, it was clear that the rotation wouldn’t stop, and the kicks would keep flying.
In a situation like this, it’s not about blocking or dodging. I didn’t initially have any intention of doing such a thing to a stranger, but Harira, the student I’ve marked as a candidate for an idol trainee, had caused quite a disturbance in the emergency room, making it unavoidable.
I let out a small sigh and approached Harira’s father, who was swinging his leg with the momentum to cut through my head. Swiftly, I stepped forward.
Thunk.
I wrapped my arms around the lifted inner thigh and upper body of Harira’s father.
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Skillful fighters can stop their movement by approaching and hugging them in the midst of a powerful kick. Of course, thinking about the method and actually executing it are worlds apart in difficulty, but in any case, I succeeded.
“What?!”
“Oh, did Dad’s kick… stop?”
Both Harira’s father, who had swung his leg, and Harira, who was watching, widened their eyes in surprise, but I paid no attention to such reactions.
Since nurses and doctors were rushing towards us after hearing the noise your father made, it was necessary to quickly resolve the situation and leave the emergency room.
Fortunately, due to the confusion, I whispered politely to the now bewildered Harira’s father.
“Um, Mr. Harira’s father. Since the examination results for Harira are fine, please complete the discharge process and leave. It’s not good to cause a scene here.”
“Who the hell is your father! I have no intention of listening to fatherly advice from the likes of you!”
No, what the hell is this… No, what nonsense is this. Although I stared at him in disbelief, Harira’s father genuinely seemed pissed off by my father’s statement, expressing his anger with determination.
He was gripping onto me tightly, but at least for now. If not for that, the gaze that was about to unleash the roundhouse kick from earlier felt like it would pierce through my face.
“Dad, please be quiet! Oppa, I’m sorry, but please take Dad out quickly. I’ll handle the discharge procedures myself.”
Take Dad out?
“What, what did you say? Rira, what nonsense is this! Oppa! Just look at him, he’s just an old man calling himself Oppa! I can’t accept it!”
Is he getting angry there?
Dad and the daughter were saying things that I couldn’t understand based on my common sense.
However, whether Harira’s father acknowledged it or not, what Harira said was what I had hoped for, so I lifted Harira’s father in response to her request.
“Let go! Let go, you brat!”
“Oh, by the way, if Harira wants to complete the discharge procedures, she needs this.”
Avoiding the attacks of Harira’s father, who was swinging his fists and struggling, I skillfully dodged and handed Harira’s student wallet, which he took out from his pocket.
“Well, then. Thank you anyway. Dad, please excuse us!”
With the wallet in hand, Harira headed to the reception, and I swiftly left the emergency room with Harira’s student father still in my arms.
‘No victims, no damaged items, so nothing serious, right? The police probably won’t come?’ I thought.
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“What kind of person is that Oppa? What is he up to?”
Harira, who had completed the discharge procedures, walked towards the exit, picturing Kang Jin-hyuk in her mind.
“When I was pushed out of the window by those bastards, I really thought I was going to die. But Oppa saved me.”
Since I was falling with my head down and my eyes tightly closed, I couldn’t remember how I was saved, but the sensation of being lightly caught during the fall remained in my memory.
The only memorable scene was Kang Jin-hyuk’s relaxed face after catching himself falling from the third floor using some method and landing lightly on the ground.
Because that face somehow remained in my memory, I could recognize Kang Jin-hyuk when I opened my eyes in the emergency room.
Of course, due to my anger, I didn’t even say a grateful greeting and tried to go up the stairs but fell because of a concussion.
“Moreover, he easily subdued Dad, even dodged the punches. Does that make sense? Even if everything else about Dad is the worst, he’s incredibly skilled in fights, right?”
For Harira, the idea that Dad could be easily caught was unimaginable.
In her memory, her father was a Taekwondo monster who, once he started spinning, wouldn’t stop for minutes, relentlessly continuing with kicks.
That’s why Kang Jin-hyuk, who effortlessly subdued such a monster, had an even greater impact on Harira.
“Well, I guess I can go out and ask. Find out who he is.”
Harira, who had unconsciously arrived at the exit, realized that Kang Jin-hyuk was there and, for some reason, felt a flush on her face.
“Uh, why? Why is it suddenly like this? All you did was catch me when I almost fell, and that’s it. Why is my face getting hot and chaotic for real? Is it because of hitting my head? Ah, so annoying!”
Actually, it wasn’t annoyance, but just embarrassment that made Harira feel hot, but she couldn’t distinguish between these two emotions at the moment.
Thinking of the sensation of being embraced like a princess and burying her face in his chest, and remembering Kang Jin-hyuk’s face as she looked up at him, Harira left the emergency room.
“Ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah! Why is this happening? Did I get hit badly or something? Yeah, it must be a concussion. Otherwise, there’s no way my face would get this hot and chaotic. Yeah, that’s right…”
Ignoring the pounding heart, Harira, who forcibly suppressed the thumping sound, encountered an unbelievably absurd sight as she left.
“Hey, you punk! Aren’t you letting go of this?! Stick to me again! Just because you caught me off guard, don’t get all cocky!”
“Excuse me, Miss Harira’s father. I really don’t have any intention of doing anything with your father. There’s a good tool called conversation, so why are you so violent…”
“Don’t call him father!!!”
In this scene, her father clung to Kang Jin-hyuk like a baby, shouting with veins popping out on his neck.
“Maybe it’s time to cut ties for real.”
It was a genuinely heartfelt mumble.