episode_0552

If I were to reflect on it, I think there was one guy like this blonde guy even when I was at the gifted education center.

‘When you think about it, it’s really amazing.’

They look like they wouldn’t even eat something like kimchi because it smells like garlic, so why do these bastards like drinking kimchi soup so much?

Aside from that sudden feeling, I also thought that he was a bit like a fox, not fitting for his bear-like size.

You set your stance as if you were going to throw a straight shot at any moment, and then at the last minute, you changed the event to wrestling.

No, in this case, would American football be closer to the correct answer?

Anyway, what if you haven’t strengthened your body to the fullest through the app?

He must have been pushed and fell.

While smacking his butt in an unsightly manner.

But who am I now?

I’ve become too strong to be dealt with to this extent.

“Kk···! What power…!”

That could be proven even by the blonde guy’s impressions.

And since their attempt at conversion ended in failure… now it’s my turn.

I moved my hand.

I reached out my hand and placed it on the collarbone of the blond guy who was hanging on me as if my body were some kind of old tree.

Then, paying attention to my own strength control to prevent my collarbone from crunching, I pressed down on that area…

“Keuuu…?!”

The blond guy’s eyes got so big that they looked like they were going to pop out, and the guy’s pale white top turned red as if it was going to explode.

I don’t know if it was because the main board was like drawing paper, but it was really red.

“Ugh…!”

Why is it so bad that my collarbone was slightly pressed?

I can say that because I have never experienced it.

I know this because I’ve experienced it once, but when my collarbone is pressed, it really hurts.

Even if it were an ordinary high school student, it would have been like that, but what would happen if I pressed it with just enough force that it wouldn’t break my bones like I did now?

I don’t know, but it feels like my mind is going blank due to the pain.

Is that why?

Perhaps because he thought he had an advantageous position, he didn’t give up despite his initial failure and decided to push me and knock me down somehow. He clung to me like a cicada on an old tree and didn’t know I was going to fall. As if he had never done that before, he released his arms and hurriedly tried to back away. .

It seems like he thought that if he kept going like this, he would be crushed by my strength and fall asleep.

It may be obvious, but I wasn’t the type of person to just sit there and watch that mess.

There was no need for complicated movements.

All I had to do was quickly release my tackle stance, slowly extend my foot towards the guy who was trying to back away, and put it between the guy’s legs.

Craddangtang!

“Ugh…!”

Even if you listen with your eyes closed, you can tell that the other person has fallen awkwardly.

The sound echoed through the space we were currently using as a training ground.

The face of the guy who tripped over my leg and ended up rolling around on the floor was even redder than before.

It’s probably not because of the pain.

The pain must have been much greater when my collarbone was pressed.

Still, the reason I can’t control my heated face like that is probably because of embarrassment.

You, at least one of us, went forward confidently in the world, feeling that you alone were enough, without the need for others to step forward, but instead of achieving what you wanted, you ended up being embarrassed.

“We decided that if we go down even once, we will consider ourselves defeated, so this guy’s turn is over.”

I don’t know if that was why, but I glanced down at the guy who was expressing the word anger with his whole body, with his chin clenched, and then said that to the others.

The ridicule that seemed to say, ‘After all the loud shouting, did it only get to this level?’ was a bonus.

Even though it was an expression so blatant that anyone could tell that it was made with the purpose of provoking the other person, was it inevitable that it would be scratched by the viewers?

Tendons popped up on the sides of the necks of other unit members who were waiting for their turn in a stiff posture, as if they were soldiers for no reason.

As if I had been waiting for this to be some kind of catalyst, challenges started pouring in towards me.

Of course, I accepted everything without skipping a single thing.

As a result, what remained in the training ground were the guys who were each busy gripping a part of their body and moaning… and me, who was standing up straight with not a single part of his body in disarray, but was rolling around on the floor with eyes that looked like they were sucking in the viewer. It was a woman looking at her subordinates.

It was so embarrassing that he was presumed to be his immediate superior rather than anyone else, and that he had to show an unsightly side instead of a manly victory in front of the female he was secretly targeting, so everyone was in a hurry to avoid the woman’s gaze.

I clicked my tongue and looked at the scene, and asked the woman who seemed to have changed nothing from her initial posture.

“Are you planning on not attacking that one?”

“It’s not you, it’s Rachel. Otherwise, please call me Captain.”

“Yes, Rachel.”

It felt like she was hoping for the latter more than the former, but that was just her personal wish and there was no reason for me to listen to it.

So, I called her whatever I felt comfortable with, but perhaps my habit of calling her by different names was getting on her nerves?

Rachel’s brown eyebrows, which were slightly reddish, the same color as her hair, twitched for a moment.

As I was looking at that scene, I suddenly wondered if the hair on the lower part, that is, the hair on the pussy, would also be that color.

While I was thinking harsh thoughts to myself, she quickly adjusted her expression as if she had never shown an unpleasant reaction before, relaxed her backwards posture and took a long stride forward.

It was at that moment that I opened my mouth.

“It’s a bit hard to just stick with it… so you can use your talent if you want.”

What did I say that way?

It was to completely crush the pride of those who were now lying on the floor.

Regardless of their gender, what does it mean that Rachel is the boss among them?

It would be said that her power is at the top level among them.

But what if, even though I used all my talents, I was defeated by someone who was fighting against me with my bare body?

From their perspective, they won’t find any more grounds to set an angle against me.

Also… even if I don’t say anything else, the fact that he couldn’t protect the woman he was secretly targeting would also have a big impact.

‘The problem is that there is a high possibility that she will reject me, even if it is because of her pride…’

It must have been a moment when I thought:

“···Then without hesitation.”

Did he think that he would have no chance of winning if he went into a purely physical fight while watching his subordinates, who were no less impressive than their size, suffer helplessly?

Contrary to my expectation that her pride might be hurt, Rachel accepted my offer without much hesitation.

It was at that time that Rachel’s momentum, which had been standing in the position that felt most comfortable to her, or the so-called natural body position, changed significantly.

‘···?’

What is this···?

What kind of talent do you have that, as soon as you start using it, you feel a force that only a skilled warrior can feel…?

In some ways, it can be said to be the most important sense for a warrior: the sense of measuring the relationship between the other person and myself.

I felt that from Rachel.

Thanks to this, my interest suddenly skyrocketed.

Even though I’ve never really learned any martial arts, I can’t believe I have this much sense.

It seems like I have a talent related to senses… What would happen if I also learned martial arts and was able to utilize the martial arts’ unique energy?

‘Isn’t it like the evasion rate is at max level, avoiding all attacks?’

A rather interesting imagination.

But that wasn’t a reason to look after Rachel.

So, with the intention of ending it right away, I approached quickly and stretched out my hand, or rather tried to extend it.

The reaction speed was unusual.

Just as I was about to reach out, Rachel jerked her body back.

Did he react immediately when he saw my hand moving?

‘No, I don’t think this is at that level…’

Even if your reaction speed is good, you cannot escape your body’s limitations.

However, the movement that Rachel just showed clearly seemed to deviate from such common sense.

That’s probably true… I don’t know if it was just my eyes seeing it that way, but it moved almost at the same time as me.

It was as if it had predicted my movements in advance through some means, rather than reacting by seeing my movements.

‘Isn’t it simply a talent related to sensing…?’