54 – Field Experience Learning (3)
About half of the entire team had completed the activity.
And now, a brief break had come.
Luring the reduced number of Ma-su back onto the road and having some time to relieve the tension of the ongoing activity.
Students gathered in groups of three or five to have conversations.
Those who had finished the activity shared their emotions from hunting Ma-su, while those who hadn’t yet participated listened to their stories and prepared themselves mentally in their own ways.
Among them.
Yeoru, who was silently observed by her friends as they conversed, suddenly felt her chest becoming suffocating.
Even though she was standing in the middle of such a refreshing and pleasant forest, this suffocation that didn’t match the environment.
Scenes that would come to mind every time her breath was choked, as if something was overlaying her, were Yeoru using excessive force on Ma-su and the heavy emotions that were visible beyond her pupils.
Though she had developed inexplicable symptoms since watching her sister, she couldn’t bring herself to divert her gaze away from her.
In the end, Yeoul asked for permission from Su Yeong and left the open space where the students gathered for a while.
It was a scheme to keep Lyeowoon out of sight completely.
Yeoul walked through the forest.
Perhaps because it was thoroughly controlled, not even a single monster could be seen in the raw forest where there was not even a path.
He took a deep breath in and felt a little lighter as he exhaled.
It seemed that leaving the open space was somewhat helpful.
For a while, his heart seemed to obey the owner’s control, but recently it has been acting on its own again.
He suspected that it had something to do with Lyeowoon, but he couldn’t know specifically what about her or by what principle she made his heart ache.
Something that had tortured him to the point of disgust years ago.
Anger. Hatred. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Powerlessness.
Self-hatred.
The root of all those emotions.
Because it was so despicable just to exist, he thought he had completely gotten rid of them when he reached a point where he could veil the unseen, yet he still felt the pain in his chest that he used to often feel at that time whenever he saw Lyeowoon.
He even questioned himself if it was because the emotions were trying to come back. However, the place where the emotions should have been was still neatly trimmed.
In the end, Yeoul came out of his own imagination without reaching any conclusion.
The external senses that had been blocked for introspection slowly returned.
Whooosh–
The sound of rustling leaves carried by the blowing wind.
When he opened his eyes at the returned sight.
Very unexpectedly, a small black hole appeared in front of Yeoul.
The hole had spiral grooves. There was a clicking sound as if a trigger was pressed. At the same time, flames spewed out from the hole in front of him.
A small piece of metal flew straight towards the center of his forehead. The magic circle engraved on it sparkled, and the surroundings of the metal were gradually surrounded by sharp blades of wind.
It was too late to react. By the time he realized that what was aimed at his head was a gun, that the flying piece of metal was a bullet, it was just about to hit his forehead.
It was evident that even if he protected his body by drawing on magic, the magic engraved on the bullet would completely pulverize it.
The one aiming the gun at Yeoul.
When he momentarily diverted his attention and thought maybe he killed Yeoul, the bullet finally hit Yeoul’s forehead.
It was shattered into dust particles, and as a magic circle, the iron powder turned into the air and scattered.
Even doubting his eyes at the sight of a bullet disintegrating upon touching his body, the enemy immediately pulled the trigger to shoot the next bullet, but it was already too late.
Yeoul raised his hand and swung it with his palm facing upwards.
The simple act, resembling drawing a line in the air, resulted in a shockingly distinct outcome: everything along the path where his palm had passed, including the gun and the villain who had aimed a gun at Yeoul while wearing a mask, was completely shattered.
With eyes deeply furrowed, the villain fell to the ground, not even realizing that he had been defeated.
Yeoul wiped the blood off his palm and immediately grasped the earring sword in his hand.
It was too early to consider who this villain was, what his purpose was, and how he had come here.
Behind the trees, there were still masked individuals, just like the ones he had killed.
Bang! Bang!
Bullets were fired simultaneously from the gun barrels aimed from behind the trees. Each bullet had delicately engraved magical symbols, maximizing their lethal power against superhumans.
A downpour of saturation.
And amongst it stood Yeoul.
He simply swung his sword.
As his sword swung, all the bullets coming from various directions shattered and scattered on the ground. Even the magical symbols lost their effects and turned into mere scraps of metal.
Realizing that their guns were useless against Yeoul, the villains rushed out all at once and charged towards him.
Each of them was a fairly strong superhuman, and they had quickly reached Yeoul’s doorstep.
With perfect coordination, sharp and refined weapons swung in all directions.
However.
They couldn’t touch Yeoul either.
Once again.
Chamzan.
Countless concentric circles centered around him.
A series of countless strikes followed those circles.
These confident superhumans who had leaped towards Yeoul were reduced to nothing but minced meat scattered in all directions, like ground meat thrown into a meat grinder, to the point where their forms were unrecognizable.
Except for one person.
Among those who hesitated to attack him, there was one villain with a rookie-like impression, who remained standing.
However, even he was not in good shape.
His arms and legs had been reduced to mangled flesh from the relentless strikes.
He was unable to stand up on his feet, lying on the ground, unable to even think about finding his crushed arms and legs. Trembling, he could only look at his comrades who had turned into meat pieces without even uttering a scream, in such a gruesome sight.
Amidst the rain of flesh mixed with blood raining down on his head, not even a drop of blood stained Yeoul’s clothes. Slowly, he walked towards the trembling figure.
He could only watch in horror as the guy approached, unable to do anything else.
* * *
Perhaps it was because his heart had already been broken.
Yeo-ul was able to extract information from him with some difficulty.
Tell me.
It turns out that the group that attacked him all had the same pattern on their masks, and they were dispatched from an unauthorized organization formed by superhumans.
What is this unauthorized superhuman organization, and why did they attack Yeo-ul and this forest?
The reason is simple: they wanted to make a name for themselves by terrorizing the students of Hancho High, the leading organization in training superhumans in Korea, and they wanted to pursue various benefits that would come from it.
That’s why.
Due to the highly precise and skilled task of engraving a magic circle on a small piece of magic-infused steel – a bullet filled with magic called Matan, which boasted an exorbitant price – even the superhumans who were one step ahead in the organization showed up willingly.
On one hand, the plan seemed absurd, and on the other hand, it seemed wicked, but it ended abruptly in Yeo-ul’s hands while he was just taking a stroll in the forest.
Still, it was clear that this was not a matter to be taken lightly.
A group formed by malicious unauthorized superhumans.
And the terrorism they conducted targeting the students.
And among those students, Yeo-ul’s younger sister, Reo-un, was also included.
Just in case.
If he hadn’t followed this activity as a teacher.
Even if he didn’t know, it was certain that significant damage would have occurred.
“The people who came with us, is this all of them?”
“Yes, yes…! We decided to travel together to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances, so this is all of them!”
“I see.”
From Noble mtl dot com
“I have answered all your questions, please…”
If you spare my life─
A head popped out of his trembling mouth.
Yeo-ul neatly took care of the remaining villains.
As for what to do with the headquarters of the unauthorized superhuman organization, that can be set aside for now. For the time being, the crisis situation they faced is over.
Rolling heads.
Spattered blood and body parts.
Dealing with the aftermath of that grotesque sight doesn’t need to be done.
Since they were unregistered unauthorized superhumans, killing them would leave no trace, and even those remains would naturally erode and disappear under the special nature of the open-dimensional portal.
Yeoul turned the sword back into an earring and put it on her ear.
After checking to see if there were any bloodstains on her clothes, she straightened her posture.
Luckily, she had prevented an incident, her restless heart had also calmed down, so she took light steps.
And then, as if there had been nothing, she started to return to the empty lot–
Suddenly, a person popped out of the grass.
Someone stood in her way.