The Only Asian in the Academy chapter 2

2 – #002 Train (1)

‘My son, I see something called the status window. In other words, it’s called status, but it shows one’s strength numerically.’

What is invisible to others is visible to one’s own eyes. That’s what psychopaths often say.

However, my father would sometimes ask me to train more severely, mentioning whether it was severe or my status.

‘Why is the mastery of spearmanship only at Beginner Lv 7?! If I went according to my plan, I should have reached at least Lv 9 by now!! Did you neglect your training!!’

‘No, it’s my level, I’m Nabal, and my hands are like this, how do I practice….’

‘I don’t want to hear it!! Pick up the spear and come out immediately!!’

My father’s anger did not subside even when he showed me his palms that were torn as if he had been cut with a knife beyond the point of bursting blisters.

At that time, I just dismissed it as a crazy person doing crazy things again, but what should have been in my father’s delusion has now become a reality and appeared in front of my eyes.

Black letters engraved on a glass window or a transparent plate that looks like ice.

It was exactly the same as the one my father described the other day when he taught me what a status window was.

Seeing that, I put into my mouth what my father often said, just in case.

“Status window.”

[Name: Han Yujin] [Lv: 42]

[Strength: 66]

[Agility: 68]

[Skill: 72]

[HP: 62]

[Chi(气): 67]

“… ….”

It would have been better if nothing had appeared. How nice it would have been if I had just looked at something in vain for a while in the heart of missing my father.

But no matter how long I waited, the status window didn’t disappear, and even when I tried to slap my cheek to wake up, only my cheek hurt.

“Hey! Are you all right?!”

“… Yes, that’s fine. Although I just want to die.”

“Hey….”

Unable to understand the true meaning of my words, Mallock slowly put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

Everything my father said was true. That word only points to one thing: the demon god will be resurrected at the academy in the next few years.

‘… And I have to stop it.’

I don’t know if that’s possible, but as long as I know that demons are resurrected, I must do it.

I would rather have someone else with power teach me so that I can do my job, but there was no way to explain it.

My deceased father came from another world, and he prophesied that an ancient evil spirit would soon resurrect, so he asked me to stop it.

It’s better to let go of the expectation that someone else will believe something you’ve never believed in your whole life.

‘But how do I stop it?’

I heard from my father that I know roughly when evil spirits will be resurrected, but I haven’t heard about the process of how they are resurrected.

All I’ve heard is that there are descendants of warriors in the academy, and if you offer their blood to the altar, a demon king will be born.

‘Will the Demon God be resurrected like the Demon King?’

It can be resurrected in a similar way, if not the same way, but it has not yet been confirmed.

Damn it… If I had known it would be like this, I would have told my father to hear more of those delusions in my brain.

I never thought I’d have this kind of regret, but it’s already in the past. Because my father died and the strategy book was burned.

“Now you are ashes. What are you going to do with these ashes?”

Looking up at Mallock’s words, the strategy book and father were completely burned, leaving only thick bones and bone powder.

Surely, as my father said, he said that he grinds the remaining coarse bones finely?

I felt quite a bit of resistance in grinding the bones, which could be said to be my father’s corpse, with my hands, but I couldn’t stop coming this far.

After grinding the remaining coarse bones finely, I put them in the prepared urn along with the remaining bone powder.

Looking at the piles of bone powder in the urn, I felt that I was really separated from my father, and I felt indescribable emotions.

“Then I will go now. But what are you going to do with the bone meal?”

“There is a place where I’ve been looking for a gravestone, so I’m going to bury it there.”

“You said you watched it before? You were more filial than I thought.”

To be honest, I looked for a place in advance because I wanted to get away from my father quickly, but I didn’t bother to say anything that would damage my reputation here.

I took the ossuary and left, then went to the location I had seen before, put the ossuary in a box enchanted with protection, and placed it in the tomb.

A tombstone was erected on the grave, and the following was written on the tombstone.

[Hannam. The shield swordsman who loved pink-haired women and was tolerant of female chastity lies here.]

Although it was written in the exact opposite way, I’m sure my father would forgive me, since I’m the only one who’ll come looking for it anyway.

“… Father, let’s go then.”

I didn’t need to say more than that. Maybe if my father were alive, he would have asked me to visit the academy at a time like this.

I bowed my head briefly toward the grave, then immediately turned my back and went home.

In the house, not only the weapon he uses, but also various memorizations and money are kept.

‘Come to think of it, I heard there’s also an inventory.’

My father often shouted “Inventory” And stored things in this space, but I always thought it was a trick using special magic tools.

But now that I think about it, that was nonsense. It is impossible for a madman to conceive of such elaborate tricks.

I just concluded that my father was crazy, so I didn’t even notice things that I could know if I thought about it.

I packed all of my weapons and memorization items into my inventory and looked around the house I had lived my whole life before leaving for the last time.

A house with a musty smell, probably because it was old and only lived with two men, was not a good place to live.

If I leave, I probably won’t come back here again. Goodbye, my nightmare childhood.

*****

“Four seats in third class.”

The ticket clerk saw my face, clicked his tongue, and slammed the train ticket against the counter.

I was going to use a hat to hide my face, but it seems that his face was visible from where he was sitting.

“500 Yen.”

The person in front of me bought the same number of seats as me, but I paid 100 Jenny more than them.

I wanted to slap that impudent face that said this was natural, but I didn’t want to fight over something like this when the train boarding time was nearing.

I threw the money on the counter like a ticket clerk, got my ticket, and went to the train.

‘… I bought a ticket, so I’ll go back and give it another go.’

Here on the Seiyan continent, especially in the kingdom of Arimus, it was not uncommon for Asians like me and my father to be treated like this.

No, in fact, it was safe to say that the level of staring or receiving a slightly higher price belonged to the mild side.

People in the eastern part of the country who are attacked by barbarians often kill babies on the spot even if they are of mixed blood.

‘Yes, it’s better here….’

The savage tribe called Mongo, nestled in the eastern steppe, crosses the border and plunders the people of the East.

People are slaughtered like pigs in a slaughterhouse, and it is not uncommon for countless women to be kidnapped or forcibly raped to conceive children of barbarians.

The hatred was contagious, and soon, not only the kingdom of Arimus, but also the entire continent was filled with hatred for barbarians.

‘Amy… In my lifetime, I heard Nihao every time I went abroad because of the Chinese dogs, but here I am mistaken for the Mongolian babies? Poor Asian life….’

My father used to grumble that way often, but I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I could tell what he was talking about.

After getting my ticket and entering the train, I opened the door and entered the assigned cabin.

I was the only person in the cabin because I bought all the seats in case there would be a scuffle with other passengers.

Now that there was nothing to notice, I took off my hat, threw it on the opposite seat, and closed the door.

‘… It’s my first time riding a train.’

I traveled here and there with my father in the name of training, but in the name of improving my physical strength, I did not use convenient vehicles such as trains.

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At most, riding a horse was the only way to develop horse-related characteristics, and trains and wagons were unheard of.

It was my first train trip, so somehow my heart fluttered. I was so excited that I forgot for a moment that the end of this trip was the land where the Demon God slept.

After a while, the train departed with a vibration transmitted to the buttocks, and the first comfortable journey in my life began.

As I closed my eyes for a moment on the ever-changing scenery and the comfort that had nothing to do with the pain of rubbing my thighs, time passed in an instant and it became night.

Even at night, the landscape of the trip did not lose its light. When I turned my head to the left, this time I was greeted by a green field illuminated by moonlight that slightly poked my head out over the clouds.

And when I turned my head to the right, a translucent quest window that said an assassin was coming soon greeted me.

“…… Uh?”

[Sudden quest occurs!]

[Escaped Assassin]

[An assassin who failed to assassinate the daughter of a certain family is approaching this auditorium. You are free to ignore or subdue him. However, I cannot see that he will pass by this room suitable for hiding.]

[Success Reward: Hermit’s Mask.]

[Failure penalty: ???]

“…… Mother.”

I can’t just go through the day quietly.