Becoming an Academy Cowboy - Becoming an Academy Cowboy chapter 135

God of Unplay (2)

Yeyun was sleeping in a capsule like a princess in a sleeping forest.

What people who have experienced mana runaway experience in common is a feeling of extreme lethargy.

It is said that after drawing more than the maximum amount of mana the body can produce, it enters a kind of power saving mode in order to recover.

It’s me, I’ve never experienced anything because I’m always using the Adunafel as a battery.

You said you used up all your mana for me?

In the process, it was Ye-yun who prepared to die and saved me.

I gently placed my hand on the capsule where she was sleeping.

“I lived thanks to you. I’m going to save Sorina from now on. I will not waste the life you saved.”

She didn’t wake up until I left.

The sound I met in the car shuddered.

“Wow. Hobini. I’m anxious. How are you going to spearhead people in this situation? My heart is pounding and I can’t even speak properly. What if I make a mistake?”

“it’s okay. Just sit in front and I’ll do it all. let’s go. I will tell you what to say.”

Nam Goong-yeon gave me a list of reporters and a list of people who could be problematic.

“You know how to fight reporters, right? I’ve come up with a few strategies that will help in the fight against journalists. What is important now is ‘how Sona looks to the public’.”

Namgoong-yeon brought out the contents that seemed to have been prepared for quite some time.

“You must not emphasize that Sorina is a necromancer. If the frame is caught there, they only play defense and then it ends. Rather, it turns into an offensive. We need to subdue the baseline in the inquiry.”

The level was high and well-organized, so I didn’t think it was ready for a student level at all.

“Does the Namgung family teach these things?”

“Why are you doing this like an amateur? Do you think there will be no black sheep in the Namgung family? It’s our specialty to prevent accidents in the house.”

Namgoongyeon and I taught Sorina here and there, but it doesn’t seem like she understood it all.

“Tomorrow is the pressure right now, so I don’t know if I’ll get better with the sound.”

Sorina looked down at the floor in a crawling voice and said.

“okay. It’s true that the press conference is tomorrow. you are not ready But don’t worry.”

Seeing Sona looking at me with worried eyes, I can’t help but get my heart together even more.

“I’ll try something.”

“I believe in Hobini.”

*

The press conference was crowded.

Even if I’m a first-year student, I’m the equivalent of the Eye of the Storm.

Is there any freshman with a more brilliant background than me?

I, who was not looked at by anyone, and was regarded as just an item for sale by the guild, has now emerged as the most important cadet.

He blocked the attacks of the villain Man From Bottoms twice, and even killed Jang Si-hwan, a space magician who is regarded as an executive among them.

What a wonderful article for reporters, as I stand out as a protector and show my presence like an awl in my pocket.

“Hobini. I’m so nervous, I can’t breathe.”

The sound that was clinging to my back as if trembling was more trembling than usual.

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll take care of everything. You only need to speak well of what you learned yesterday.”

Gradually, the press conference hall was filled with reporters.

“I was asked to prepare a press conference room, but it is up to you whether this place will become a social guillotine for Sorina or a place where it will make a splendid rebound.”

Instructor Keira had an uneasy expression on her face.

“When did I ever talk nonsense?”

“Everyone first exists. Believe me, but be careful.”

“I will take good care of it and restore peace to the class. I am the class head of this class.”

And the appointed time came.

It seems that most of the reporters are also seated, so let’s start.

I walked out briskly.

Even if it made a sound, I pretended to be resolute and followed.

Namgoongyeon raised her thumb toward Sona from behind the crowd and responded with a forced smile.

This is Sorina’s press conference and she has to do it.

He grabbed the mic and took a deep breath.

A trembling voice flows through the microphone as if submerged.

“hello. Fallen Hope Guardian Cadet Sorina Mondragon.”

How much courage did it take to utter that single word?

She continued speaking like an aspen.

“Sound…”

Instead of trying to speak unconsciously, she realized that this was an official place.

She forced herself to correct her tone with an awkward pronunciation.

“I am here to explain my abilities. I’m from Romania and got this ability after Vampire Outbreak. But he didn’t use his powers. I wanted to live with people, and people hate necromancy. So I wanted to become a Guardian with another ability I had. So I hid it. That is all.”

The words were simple enough to hit the forehead, but there was too much room for biting.

But I kind of expected that.

“Is that the answer?”

A reporter asked a question as if it was ridiculous, but he answered comfortably as if he had finished all the trembling voices.

“yes. That’s what I’m going to say. I ask questions.”

Questions start pouring out as if they have caught a good prey.

“Why did you fool the school? When you enter school, you must describe everything you have awakened.”

Now it is the turn of the warlord to appear.

“Chief of the Cheil Ilbo. Knight-sama, do you know that there are Awakenings that people avoid?”

“I know. This is the case with Awakeneds who have a heteromorphic appearance that does not look like a human being.”

“The same goes for necromancy. It is an awakening ability that society avoids. And up to this point, I’ve never used necromancy. Just as people are not discriminated against based on race or place of origin, there is no reason to be discriminated against because of their ability. Especially if you don’t even use it.”

He was obviously trying to bring the matter up as a report or not, but I had no intention of dragging the agenda there.

Rather, I was thinking of turning this issue into a minority issue.

Then what you’re attacking isn’t Necromancer Sorina, but ethnic minorities, LGBTQs, etc.

And in modern society, an attack on that would actually be self-destruct.

Get hit by the barrage of countless Social Justice Warriors and PCists.

“Think of it as a minority, shall we? He did not use or reveal that he was a vocal necromancer, but instead used his other powers to become a Guardian. Because he knew that the necromancer’s abilities would be a huge plus for him. There was only one reason why she used that ability. Because I knew that if I didn’t use it, my teammates and civilians would die.”

In addition, by emphasizing the mindset as a guardian, we strengthen our sanctuary.

“If her teammates’ lives had not been at stake, she would not have used that skill when her own death approached. There was only one reason why she used that technique. It was because of the mind of a guardian, to protect the weak. No one can criticize that.”

ruler. source was blocked.

What’s the next attack?

The reporter recognized the danger and fell quickly, but the hyenas were still trembling.

“I am a reporter for the Daily Guardian. I would like to ask a question not to Rahobin cadets, but to Sori or Mondragon cadets. Why didn’t you use that skill in the first place? Even though he could have saved more people by using necromancy, did he not use technology for his own safety?”

Who could do anything in that situation brought a pretty mean number.

If Sorina had used necromancy, more people could have been saved.

If they didn’t, it would somehow be woven into ‘a lack of attitude as a guardian’.

They prepared quite a bit as much as we prepared.

We should have pulled more out of us somehow.

I opened my mouth to answer this.

But Sorina opened her mouth first.

“It was terrifying. I was afraid of ruining the expectations that the people of the mother country had for Sorina. And I never wanted to show Sona’s weakness. It was also scary to be asked such a question after it was revealed. Not a sounding steel man. She’s just a girl who screams. I want to protect people, but I’m afraid to be in a situation like this. So I didn’t write it.”

She spoke calmly about her feelings.

But even that would be a pretty big emotional upset for her.

She continued to speak quietly with tears in her eyes.

“I wanted to hide it. I didn’t even want to be exposed like this. But it came out, and it breaks Sorina’s heart. But I don’t regret using my abilities. If I didn’t use my powers, Hobbini and other friends would have died, and it would have been even more painful. Become a voiced guardian. In the future, we will prove that we can save people without using this ability.”

That statement probably provoked quite a bit of sympathy.

Above all, a woman’s tears are the strongest weapon in the world.

I’ll have to put a wedge

This is the scene that Nam Goong-yeon underlined and emphasized.

I can’t write it now.

“Are you saying that Jang Gi-jae lacks the consciousness to protect citizens from the Guardian cadets?”

“If you can write, don’t you have to write all the numbers? I couldn’t do it because I couldn’t.”

“Then I will show you. The guardian consciousness I have. It’s out of face, but I’ll show you right now.”

I jumped up from the spot.

The chair tumbled backwards and fell with a bang, and the reporters had a gut feeling that something exciting was happening.

I hurriedly tossed my jacket off and grabbed the shirt’s chest with both hands.

“Take a good look. This is the mindset I have as a Guardian.”

Woodduck.

The shirt is torn.

A body wrapped in bandages underneath is exposed.

I took it one step further and ripped the bandage with force.

From among the reporters, shouts and moans can be heard together, and the sound of taking pictures can be heard.

“Hobini!!”

Even the sound was startled and screamed.

Huge cuts on my chest, countless bruises from training and battles.

And even traces of a plasma rifle that bleeds and bleeds thanks to it being torn off with force.

“This is the wound I got when I first faced the malice of another world. In return for this, I lost my parents. After surviving, I decided to become a Guardian. And after awakening to a class that uses old-fashioned firearms, I wanted to give up countless times, but I have persevered until now.”

I pointed to a part of my back.

“It’s the scar I got when I first encountered the villains as a Guardian. I remember being buried alive in the snow in an extreme area of over -20 degrees Celsius to rescue Shin Yoo-jeong. I have no regrets because I did it with the sole intention of saving people, but these days, just looking at my eyes makes this wound hurt.”

And I finally pointed to my stomach.

The wound was open and blood was oozing out, but I continued to speak.

“And this is the wound I got from my plasma rifle, at most, less than ten days ago. The first time I was shot, I felt like I was swallowing a heated grill. But I thought that Sihwan Jang would kill my teammate if I fell, so I forced myself to hold on.”

Sometimes a show works better than a logical story.

“Do you think I am the only one with this mindset? no. Sori and Mondragon here, Abdul, who survived with a broken leg, and all the Guardian cadets there had that mindset.”

No one told you to prove your heroism to the bloody war hero who barely survived the battle with the villain anymore.

“If Sorina used necromancy, the responsibility lies with me, the team leader who helped her use it. So please don’t blame her and blame me for leading the team to that bad condition.”

He didn’t say anything.

I had no choice but to persevere while the reporters constantly transcribed my performances.

The reason I was able to come to my senses was probably because Sorina’s hand was really spicy.

She slapped her on the back and looked at the wound.

“Hobini!! What if something like this happens!! Hobbini is a patient!”

“I did it for you. Now no one can blame you, no one can blame you.”

The press conference went well.

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Journalists gained a good sense of story and escaped the scorn of loud public opinion.

Nam Goong-yeon looked surprised.

She would have stocked up on clothes for me in advance when I rip my clothes.

“I didn’t know you could do something like this. I think it will be more effective than I thought.”

And the show I did probably helped shape public opinion.

I guess I’ll have to go back and check the public opinion.

On the way home, I put on my gloves and borrowed Namgoongyeon’s tablet for a while.

“It has a bigger impact than I thought. this.”