First-year freshmen gathered on the athletic field for the enrollment ceremony. Murmur, murmur. Exploiting the fact that the teachers' supervision was still lax, the freshmen huddled in small groups with classmates from the same middle school, chattering away. That was when it happened.
"Silence!"
Like a single shark suddenly plunging into a school of sardines, "Viper" Park Gi-Sul the teacher appeared, and with his deadly gaze, the freshmen clamped their mouths shut in unison.
"Who's talking? Who is it?"
Despite his name, Park Gi-Sul was in charge of physical education, and true to his wrestling background, he had cauliflower ears, a thick neck, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. Wherever Park Gi-Sul's gaze landed, the children bowed their heads. The power struggle at the start of the semester wasn't something that played out only among students. In fact, when you consider that it determines the overall atmosphere of the grade or the class, the power struggle between teacher and students could be said to be far more important than the one among students alone. In that power struggle, "Viper" Park Gi-Sul had never once lost. That was true ten years ago when he first stepped onto the podium, the year before last, last year, and this year would be no different. The sardine schools in front of the shark — or rather, the students in front of Park Gi-Sul — couldn't withstand his gaze for even a moment and quickly lowered their eyes. Wherever he passed, those noisy children shut their mouths tight as if they were mice. Fellow teachers watching from the side sent him looks of admiration.
"As expected of Teacher Park…" "This year, too, we can just trust the grade-level head and follow along."
Park Gi-Sul looked around at the freshmen whose spirits he had crushed and let out a satisfied smile.
*'That's right. Just like this.'*
But today, this level of victory wasn't enough. The real target that the principal himself had personally requested — if he didn't break that troublemaker's spirit, he couldn't very well claim to have done proper student guidance today. Park Gi-Sul scanned the freshmen's faces and quickly found the troublemaker.
*'There.'*
The smile vanished from his face the moment he spotted his target. Towering height compared to the other kids, lean muscle packed into every corner of his body, and a pair of eyes that betrayed a fierce vitality. Even from a distance, you could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary kid.
*'That's Sung Jin-Woo…'*
But masters recognize masters. No matter how unruly a student had been, once they stood before him, they would inevitably become meek and obedient. And if they tried some foolhardy defiance? A little show of sincerity from his end would take care of that. Up until now, there had never been a troublemaker that this "Viper" Park Gi-Sul couldn't set straight. His confidence radiated from his entire body like an aura.
*'Alright…'*
Let's begin. Park Gi-Sul first swept his viper-like eyes up and down the troublemaker in a quick scan. In an instant, his eyes lit up.
*'That's it!'*
Black gloves covering one of the troublemaker's hands. Standing in the middle of the athletic field in attire that violated school dress code — like hats or gloves — the student affairs director couldn't very well pretend he hadn't seen that. Of course, he wasn't unaware that the troublemaker had severe scars on his hand and therefore needed to wear gloves. That much was written in the student's file. But right now, all he needed was a small excuse to break the troublemaker's composure. Was there any excuse more fitting for singling out a student than a dress code violation? With eyes sharp as a viper that had found a gap to strike, Park Gi-Sul approached the troublemaker. The troublemaker still hadn't noticed his approach. Good. A sudden surprise assault was truly effective at crushing the enemy's morale. When he had drawn close enough that a low voice would be heard—
"Hey! You! Do you know where you are, wearing gloves—"
Park Gi-Sul's thunderous shout erupted, and Jin-Woo lifted his head. Jin-Woo's eyes met Park Gi-Sul's eyes. At that moment.
"Huh… h-huh…?"
Park Gi-Sul saw them. Countless black monsters standing in an endless line behind the troublemaker. In his vision, where the students and the athletic field had all gone black, an army of ten million stretched all the way to the distant horizon.
"Guh!"
Overwhelmed by that crushing sense of intimidation, Park Gi-Sul toppled backward with a scream.
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