episode_0061

“Nakajima!”

“Ahh!”

Nakajima crouched down, covering his temples, and then opened his eyes. Perhaps surprised by the sudden sound, the black-haired hime-cut girl raised her head in surprise and smiled faintly at Sejun.

“Ah, ah! Sejun, are you here?”

It was a somewhat forceful greeting, and Nakajima seemed to be trying to smile in her own way, but her excessively flushed face showed that she was extremely tired.

Is he embarrassed when he realizes that Se-jun saw him curled up with his legs pressed together like a daughter-in-law with his face buried?

Maybe so. Sejun thought so.

But even at that sight, Sejun couldn’t smile.

Sejun slowly turned his eyes and looked at her surroundings. There were so many people moaning that it seemed as if all the wounded in the city had come here.

Since it was difficult to suffer the symptoms of minor injuries when facing monsters, most of the survivors suffered serious injuries, and all they could hear was groans of pain.

“Boo… There is an injured person!”

“Hurry, hurry! Injured people here!”

A female academy student with a familiar face is in tears and escorts the injured person. Probably hit by the slasher’s fingernails. It was a middle-aged woman with both arms cut off and bleeding on her abdomen.

Perhaps he held out his arms to block the guy’s claws. The girl’s abdomen was split open and her internal organs were being blocked from flowing out with her hands, and the girl was also shedding tears.

It’s probably difficult to survive.

Sejun groaned and looked away. The paramedic also administered an injection of what appeared to be morphine and then left the scene with a stern expression.

The female student who had brought the patient was crying and begging the paramedic.

It was a sad sight.

There were many humanoid objects covered in white cloth next to them, and seeing as the cloth was stained red, Sejun could not help but bite his lip as he guessed what they were.

As Sejun is lost in this place of cruelty, Nakajima approaches him and calls out to him.

“Sejun… Seed. Is the person on the back a patient?”

“Ah, ah yes.”

As Nakajima places his hand on his temple again, a middle-aged man who appears to be a doctor who was treating patients approaches next to him.

He seemed to have rushed to the hospital because he heard it was an urgent patient, but after looking at the patient’s condition, he nodded.

“You will need to get an X-ray or CT scan to know for sure, but it looks like your internal organs have been severely shocked, so we will take you to the hospital right away.”

While saying that, he adjusted his glasses and gestured with his hands to call two men who appeared to be paramedics.

When the doctor sees the patient being driven away in the ambulance on the push bag they brought, he gives us a quick greeting and then walks away as well.

Perhaps it’s nice to see someone who has a chance of survival. This is because most civilians who have been attacked by monsters are in a state where it is difficult to survive. How mixed must his feelings have been when he just pronounced the death sentence.

Although there were such patients, there were also people who were rescued safely with the help of students.

On the other side, Alexander was being cheered for rescuing numerous citizens from a collapsing commercial building. A male rescue worker screamed at the sight.

“I know you’re a hero, but can’t you understand the mood a little? Are you cheering like that when you see this now?”

Then the cheers from them suddenly cut off. There’s no way they wouldn’t know that they heard it while laughing at a useless joke at a funeral.

The blonde man with lightning powers, perhaps feeling embarrassed, made an awkward expression and disappeared somewhere again.

“By the way, Mr. Sejun. I heard the professor told me to run away. So, is it right to retreat now?”

“Yes, that’s what we heard… .”

“… Can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Nakajima said that with a truly serious expression. However, her tired eyes were extremely serious but soft.

He was asking that out of consideration for Sejun, who was reluctant to talk about the atmosphere at the rescue team’s base camp.

” Looks like Yoon Sia isn’t here.”

“Yoon? You mean that gloomy woman with horns? It didn’t come… .”

In response to Nakajima’s question, Sejun opened his mouth once and then closed it again. The woman who was looking at her didn’t say anything, but she probably knew what her mental worries were.

We should retreat as the Dean said, but what should the people here do now? Is it right to run away, abandoning all the injured people still in the city?

As Yoon Shia also said, judging from the fact that the Dean doesn’t think he will lose, I guess there aren’t many enemies.

“… Okay, I’ll retreat. I will tell the story to all Ellada members.”

“Uh… .”

Sejun kept his mouth shut.

Did she read Sejun’s mind? Maybe that’s why he gave me the answer instead. As Sejun was lost in thought while looking at Nakajima, she slowly shook her head, as if she had seen through Sejun’s thoughts.

“It’s not like that. Actually, since I received Muriel’s call earlier, I have been using my intelligence to tell everyone the story. I thought Sejun was a little cute while he was alone with his useless thoughts, so I played around with him.”

“… .”

Sejun couldn’t say anything.

With my eyes wide open, I muttered for a moment and then turned around. Tania and Jang A-hyeon look at him and nod.

As Nakajima touches her temple again, members of the lifesaving team gradually begin to flock in front of her.

They seemed to have been preparing for what she had said in advance, and they began lining up quickly and systematically.

The citizens, paramedics, and LA city police officers who were watching them also looked puzzled by their sudden change.

─What is it? Why do psykers do that?

─Are you sure you want to go back? It hasn’t been properly organized yet? Oh, I guess not.

─Let’s see what happens. Aren’t you trying to brief information?

Come to think of it, Li Jiyuan’s team and Muriel didn’t come. The long-haired dragon horn woman didn’t come either, but she… I didn’t want to think about it now.

Sejun picks up his smartphone and enters an unlock pattern that is different from usual. Then, after pressing the phone button, press the asterisk and pound keys alternately.

As if I was in a rhythm, I heard a crackling sound, and then when I entered Muriel’s number, a call connection tone started going to her.

This is a special smartphone used by Elada students. This number is used for internal communication to prevent personal information from being exposed, and can be seen as something like a military intranet.

In normal cases, it is the same as usual, but if you enter a special pattern, intranet mode is activated.

“Ah. Since Muriel was quite far away from here, they decided to retreat on their own. The same goes for Mr. Gray and Mr. Ramirez’s team.”

Jun at the end of a clearly unique call connection tone! You contacted me! I thought I heard a bright voice saying, but Nakajima’s somewhat sharp voice made me accidentally press the end call button.

Later, it seemed like a small giggling sound was heard from the Himecut girl as she turned her back on Sejun, who was worried that Muriel might get angry.

“Then let’s all retreat. They say it’s a message from Professor Northmund.”

“Okay, I understand. Let’s retreat.”

“Okay!”

The backlash from students was not as strong as expected. There would still be memories of the previous Battle of Tbilisi, so if there were any elements of anxiety, there were no people who objected to avoiding the place.

Voices of puzzlement erupt from citizens watching the scene.

Of course, they didn’t have translation badges, so they couldn’t understand the conversation between the students, but they could roughly guess it by seeing them put their shining weapons into their scabbards, get out of escorting the wounded, and get into formation.

“Hey! Where are you suddenly going?”

“Ah, for now we… .”

A man who appears to be around high school age talks to Nakajima, the leader.

After receiving a sudden question, Nakajima tries to come up with an excuse that they can understand, but when he realizes that his words will be heard in Japanese, he looks red and embarrassed.

“Ah, above… U-ah, just… .”

There is a study showing that Asians have a unique fear of foreign languages. In particular, Northeast Asia is lacking in conversational skills.

Even in tests such as TOEIC or TOEFL, Asians score high on written skills such as grammar, but score significantly lower on conversation.

And Nakajima, who received the entire painting, turned into a tomato and looked dumbfounded.

Seeing that, someone in the ranks sighs and starts speaking in English. Of course, the answer was easily audible even to Nakajima, who had a translation badge.

“Sorry. Currently, the central area of LA has been judged to be low risk as all the monsters have been disposed of, so we have been ordered to head to the outskirts of the county, where security is relatively loose. It may be a little difficult for the paramedics if we go, but we ask for your understanding.”

Although it was mixed with white lies, it was a clear answer that anyone could understand. When Sejun heard those words, he breathed a sigh of relief. Nakajima also seemed to feel relieved when he touched his chest.

“Is it real? Are you running away?”

But the boy was no slouch either. Without a hint of suspicion, he directs his sharp questions in this direction.

─What? Are you running away?

─Are you really trying to run away? Without responsibility?

─This place hasn’t even been properly cleaned up yet, so you’re running away. Isn’t that too much?

The surroundings become noisy again. The people who had received great favor by helping citizens with all their heart suddenly began to turn harsh.

As Ho-eui’s gaze disappears, feelings of embarrassment rise from the hunters. Sejun desperately shook his head at the sudden hostile gaze being poured upon them.

‘Okay, okay, let’s make an excuse and say it’s true. It’s true that all the monsters here have disappeared, and if I tell them properly, they’ll understand.’

So, Sejun desperately tries to translate within his brain with a level 6 foreign language skills.

I was so used to the dragon-shaped translation badge that I didn’t realize it, but when I faced a different person, I felt a huge fear of foreign languages.

The moment he was about to make an excuse with his messed up word order, someone cleared out a place for Sejun to go.

“No, no, think about it carefully, everyone. These heroes are so good that they can just cut through monsters. With their skills, even monsters don’t have to worry. But doesn’t it make no sense to run away? Don’t insult the descendants of dragons.”

Sejun breathed a sigh of relief because a man in his 30s who looked like a Southern redneck with a rough beard and an old, worn cap took his place.

This is because what could have been a two-level lowering of the public image of Elada students due to poor English skills was returned to nothing.

─Oh, that’s true.

─That’s right. If you think about it, it doesn’t make sense, does it? That psykers are afraid of monsters.

─Ahaha, sorry for doubting you, little heroes!

Citizens around me also smile as they understand the well-founded counterargument. There are many citizens offering words of apology.

Sejun was a little jealous and glanced at the boy who had raised the question. If I wasn’t careful, I would have been stuffed on NewTube and turned into a meme, and would have suffered forever from Sejunroid.

Likewise, the boy, who is under the hunters’ hateful gaze, still courageously refuses to back down.

“… Tsk.”

The boy was quite bold. Isn’t he so bold that he frowns and says, “Tch?”

“… You shouldn’t run away yet.”

‘what?’

Sejun clearly heard the boy purse his lips and mumble in a low voice.

When you recognize the sound using the translation badge function, the meaning is translated in your head, so the boy’s small voice is not much different from the loud tenor singer.

As if Sejun wasn’t the only one who heard that sound, it elicited a questioning response from the students.

‘what? Is there a filming team coming from that student’s high school?’

What reason could a man who looks like a high school student stop them? While digging into the root of the mystery, a large man appears among the citizens.

“Ah, P.”

“… Orphan.”

The strange male student sees a man in strange clothes approaching him and says hello.

P? I’m sure you’re not talking about the legendary manager.

‘What is this person? monk?’

He was a really strange man.

A strange metal rod, or rather a pillar, was tied to his back, and a mace was hanging from his waist like a medieval knight.

He was also wearing a strange-looking monastic robe made of thick leather, with a design that made him look strangely hot.

Inside, he was wearing something similar to a hooded uniform, covering about half of his face, and his attire was so bizarre that it could be considered a fashion terrorist.

Moreover, inside the hot and stuffy-looking habit, strange tools were shining, but the strangest thing of all was the glass box in his hand.

Inside was a strange purple dodecahedron that seemed to have been carved out of various parts of a round sphere, like something used for art drawing practice.

“What is it? That person? The voice.”

The voice of a female student standing next to her is trembling. Not only Elada’s cadets, but also citizens, police officers, doctors, and even the injured people lying on the stretcher were all paying attention to him.

The voice coming from him was nondescript. It felt like I was sharpening metal, something that greatly disturbed my nerves, but it was difficult to pinpoint what it was.

It sounded like the voice of a soft adult man, the voice of a boyish woman, or the voice of a child who had just gone through the transition period and was starting to grow thicker.

At first glance, having a voice without any characteristics is like saying that it is ordinary. However, the ordinariness was so ordinary that everyone who heard it felt strange, so it was rather creepy.

“Sejun.”

Tania grabs his arm lightly. When Sejun turned his head and followed her gaze, he saw Jang Ah-hyun visibly shaking.

With bloodshot eyes, I followed the gaze of Jang Ah-hyeon, who was biting her lip so hard that blood was leaking out, and saw that it was pointing towards the glass box the monk was holding.

What is that? At the same time as Sejun questioned, a small voice came out from Jang Ah-hyun’s mouth.

“Yu, Yue.”

Jang A-hyeon calls Nakajima in a trembling voice. The Himekut girl, who had been dazed by the strong, strange presence of the monk, suddenly came to her senses at the sound of Jang A-hyeon’s voice and muttered, “Eh.”

“… Give orders to everyone using your abilities. Everyone, run away immediately.”

“? to? Mr. Chang?”

Sejun saw the corner of the monk’s mouth twitch for a moment. And spitting out some unknown language from his mouth.

Even though I was wearing a translation badge, the contents did not enter my mind. It was not a language, but some kind of spell.

As soon as he heard that annoying sound, Han Sejun reflexively activated his supernatural ability.

As his red supernatural power flares up,

Krrr!

A huge strong wind blew.

An incredibly strong wind blows in this direction, swallowing everything around it.

─Ugh!

─Ahhhh!

The surrounding citizens fly away. A storm that encompasses everything, including citizens, ambulances, stretchers, pieces of broken buildings, rebar, and food truck stands, is heading this way.

“Ready for battle!!!!”

Tania screams as if she is tearing up as she creates a huge barrier. Immediately, pop! puck! With a terrible sound, everything lifted by the wind crashes into Tania’s barrier.

The lifted citizens, police officers, and injured people who survived the tragedy start screaming and crashing into the barrier with a terrible sound.

It was so terrible that every time it hit, a red mark was left on the light green barrier. Of course, the red liquid was quickly washed away by the shaking wind.

“, damn it!”

The hunters could not hide their cries of sorrow as the lives they saved disappeared before their eyes.

Some people are kicking their butts, while others are indignant by raising their mana weapons.

And Sejun reflexively begins to search for the source of this abnormal phenomenon.

Controlling the storm is

‘That boy.’

Are you a talented person? Dealing with the wind?

There was no time to think long. He grabbed his long sword, which was overflowing with supernatural fire, and shot towards him like an explosion.

Soon his longsword will pierce him.

“?”

Sejun suddenly felt his body becoming heavier and his eyes widened. It wasn’t like something around him was oppressing him or anything.

But he felt it clearly. The air around me is so fucking heavy.

As if he was being pressed down with a press, it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, and Sejun coughed.

Boom!

A heavy sound was heard. I looked up and saw the monk driving a huge iron pillar tied to his back into the floor.

Then, he takes out the dodecahedron from the glass box and starts carrying it over the iron pillar.

“No!”

Jang A-hyeon screams hysterically and fires a golden flash. The flash of light burns the monk’s outer clothing, but the monk just continues the work in silence without a groan.

The moment Sejun raised his head, what he saw there was something other than a human.

The one standing there was not the monk from before. No, there was a presence that was too overwhelming to even be called a monk.

His hood was exposed by the strong wind, and his face was distorted and pitch-black, as if he was not human.

The appearance of a monster whose face alone is enough to send anyone into panic.

‘shit! What should I do!’

Han Sejun rolled his head. I didn’t think I could beat that monk right now. So what should we do?

That monster dressed as a monk seems to be trying to activate that dodecahedron. then,

Can I just destroy that thing?

Sejun used all the remaining air in his lungs, ignited his vitality, and ran towards the purple dodecahedron. With a huge flame of supernatural power engulfed in his entire body.

Agni, the god of fire in Hindu mythology, began charging at the demon who insulted his divinity.