The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break - The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break chapter 86

Episode 86. Are you thinking of killing your mother?

Not even for a day…

He was a writer who never forgot a single moment.

The person I hate the most after coming into this world.

The person I wanted to kill, even if it meant devoting my life to it.

The moment I realized that its presence was in front of me, my hands, which were faithful to my emotions, were being forged while soaking up the chill of the heavy rain.

-Jjooong!!

But, of course, her attacks do not reach her.

A bare hand that doesn’t even hold a weapon.

With just the touch of that palm, the frozen blade shattered mercilessly, and before the exposed bare hand could even move, it grabbed my wrist.

“…… Seine.”

A hateful face presented before me with him.

He resembles me to the point of terrifying, but because of that, his face springs up with hatred even more.

“My dear daughter. My treasure, and the traces that prove that I existed in this world…….”

With that face, he whispers his love for me..

With a disgusting voice that makes you feel sick just by listening to it, and the nerves in your whole body run wild.

“I visited this place because of business, but it is very nice to see you again, even if it was just a coincidence. How have you been for 10 years?”

Nevertheless, he just continued talking nonchalantly.

“…10 Years?”

I was so full of energy at those words that I involuntarily tightened my throat and shouted.

“It’s not 10 years, it’s 12 years, 5 months and 21 days, you old b*tch!”

The mana on her lap went bang! The moment it exploded with a sound.

The body of the guy who accepted the shock flew away, but the shock when he touched the tree in the forest was as light as a wad of cotton.

Because the pressure on his body was offset like his feathers.

It was a unique skill that reduced the mass compared to the volume by filling the air around the mana around the body.

It is an action that deals only with pure physical force, not magic, but it is a technique that is dangerous enough to expose one’s bare body to a rise in atmospheric pressure or an air explosion if the control goes wrong even a little bit.

But he was doing it as naturally as breathing. As if walking a tightrope risking one’s life is a daily routine.

“Twelve years… Has that amount of time already passed?”

– Boom!!

A damn b*tch who twists her head to avoid even the thrown stones.

“After such a long time, you are still full of energy.”

The mana around his face was slightly disturbed, but even that didn’t last long.

“And it’s definitely stronger than before… I don’t know how many times I can allow myself to attack now, right?”

“…The rotten b*tch said something she didn’t even mean.”

Yes, no matter how young he looks, he is an old man who has lived for over half a hundred years.

He had already overcome the threat to his life for a long time. No matter what kind of crisis strikes him, there will always be something to call a spare.

But even so, he is already past middle age.

If my body is not the same as before, there will be gaps, and I am also capable of tearing those gaps to death.

“Still, if they come out enthusiastically, it’s the duty of a mother to accept them, right?”

It took a while to gather mana in my hands after making such a judgment.

Soon she let out a low voice and pulled out one of her hairpins holding the back of her head in place.

And he pointed the end at me and said.

“Come on, come on.”

With a very confident attitude, without any hesitation.

“What?”

The moment I faced that attitude, my breath stopped.

Feeling the insult rising from within, she felt the mana she had gathered in her hands evaporate.

“What are you going to do? You now…….”

Is the sword worn around the waist just a decoration?

There is a proper weapon, so why bother taking out a hairpin that corresponds to an ornament and aiming at it?

“What is it? But since we didn’t prepare a wooden sword for practice, we have no choice but to use something like this.”

Fast deuk.

The moment when the molars reflexively gain strength.

“Now, does this look like a joke?”

“Are you kidding me? Mom is always serious.”

Seriousness is a b*tch.

To a subject who had never shown his full strength in a fight with me.

“I’m seriously trying to adjust my strength to match Seine’s level. But my daughter, do you really want her to come out?”

“That means…… !!!”

The moment when shouting was about to burst out of his mouth.

-Kurleung.

A thick rumbling sound came from behind it.

For a moment, it seemed as if thunder had struck the sky, but it was an illusion.

The vibrations she felt from her feet at this moment taught her that the source was nearby.

“Whoops, yes. My daughter is already grown up, so you shouldn’t treat her as lightly as before.”

Starting from that moment, a haze erupted from behind her.

As it gradually moved in one direction, rainwater around it began to flow as if being sucked into it.

The moment when the power that came from behind turned into a whirlpool.

But the place where she really puts her strength is not behind her own back, but on the side of her hairpin held in her hand.

What happens behind it is nothing but the ‘aftermath’ that occurred in the process of controlling my power.

“… Developer crazy people.”

I realized it belatedly.

The power I see now far exceeds the power that exists in my memory at the time.

“You have to be crazy about your daughter.”

It’s normal for people to fall behind when they get older.

On the contrary, what kind of a bastard’s setup is to become stronger?

“Come on, Seine. It’s the first sparring in 10 years.”

As if she was okay with such embarrassment, she began to gradually close the distance to her as she spoke in a joyful tone.

Lee Myeong-Empire’s sword.

The strongest being in the world, both in name and reality, capable of holding the entire Allied Forces in check with only armed force.

“Sometimes, with your power, try to draw out your mother’s power.”

At this moment, such an existence is quietly taking a posture with the disaster of a storm on its back.

No, it gradually subsides.

The power that caused the vortex only in the aftermath flows toward one place.

Towards a hairpin held in her own hand, none other than hers.

-Deodeuk, deodeuk.

Of course, it is a simple accessory that has not even undergone a proper process.

There is no way that Kiseman can accept the power that can be called a storm.

As far as common sense goes.

-Shuuk.

But the opponent is someone who can do that.

Control the force that rampages recklessly, concentrating the flow into a single line.

The artist who goes beyond that and condenses it into a ‘dot’ located at the end of the line.

-Kwareung….

Okay, that’s what’s going on from now on.

A gigantic wave that will arise while releasing a compressed storm at a single point.

-Quarreung, quiaaa!!!!!

The attack eventually covered the entire forest, overturned it, and floated everything that was dormant on the ground into the air.

The land being cut by the chaotic wind. Soaring fault.

The scene where even the deeply rooted trees on it soared up against the force of gravity was a disaster.

-Papa Papang!!!

And at that moment, I succeeded in escaping the effective range by leaping the surging fragments.

Afterwards, my hand, which controlled its movement in the air with the stretched bandages, became an afterimage and fell down with gravity.

Aiming is the chest of the target.

A heart beating inside it.

-Jjooong!!

The attack was ricocheted off the swung hairpin, and my body was pushed out of place as if sliding on the rain-soaked floor.

The response was strong enough to make my hands go numb.

His face was also a little hardened, unlike before.

“…Seine. Are you thinking of killing her mom?”

“You have nothing to say, you rotten b*tch.”

This one was just a swinging of the hand, but the opponent made a clearing in the middle of the forest with a blow of ‘light heart’.

If you think about who has the intent to kill, everyone will mention this guy.

– BANG!!!

Such a sense of danger increases the power of the fist and strikes the cover of the path forward.

Through the debris, the guy’s eyes were still fixed on me.

-Kwagang! Bang!!!

Even in the destruction that was repeated over and over again, he was still only focused on widening the distance with me.

There is no counterattack, only evasion. Was it because he felt a sense of crisis at the unexpected counterattack and push?

No, my opponent is the strongest person in the world.

It is the best creation created by the creators of this world with great care.

– BEAUTIFUL!!

So don’t be careless.

It was always the opponent who had the upper hand, not me.

Even at this moment, he must be weighing how to subdue me without hurting me, and how to teach me that I have the upper hand by kneeling down like that.

And I also have to aim for his life, not victory or defeat.

I’m aiming for a gap where he’s late, and I’m securing an opportunity to cut his throat.

-Quaang!!!

Converting those emotions into power.

While the mana carried by the legs overturned the land around the area and made the pillars of soil and water soar, the bandages thrown between them wrapped around the guy’s feet as he tried to retreat.

A moment when the balance is slightly disturbed.

The moment I noticed that the slope was bigger than expected, the blade of my hand naturally swung toward the guy’s neck.

-Jajeok!

But the day never arrives.

Suddenly, something erected from below accurately blocked the attack.

“…… Pull out your sword.”

The sword worn at the waist…….

No, the handle is still stuck in the scabbard.

“Not yet.”

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“f*ck!!!”

I put all my strength into breaking the entire scabbard, but at that moment, the slanted scabbard only pushed my hand blade as if it were sliding.

Before long, she burrowed into her arms, struck her in the stomach with the handle of her half-drawn sword, and pushed her body away.

Shedding and quick counterattack using only a very small gap.

If I had taken advantage of that gap, it would have been possible to kill me using a swordsmanship or something.

“My daughter, you’ve grown stronger than before.”

“…I didn’t become strong to hear that kind of talk.”

I am very proud of being late for something like that.

With such strong power.

“Like this.”

A writer who can unilaterally trample a guy who has been on the front lines for over 10 years.

“What is the reason that b*tch, who is stuck in the corner of a room even with such power, came to the border without leaving the territory now?”

In the era of peace that has finally arrived.

The blood shed for that peace was colorless, but the sight of stepping into this land to enjoy the result was disgusting.

“… Seine.”

“Oh yeah, since the war is over, even an idiot who only knows about fighting must have wanted to come out to drink. Would be great From now on, I can walk around comfortably without paying attention to others!”

“I understand you’re upset, but how many times have you told me? My mother didn’t come forward for a reason.”

“The story sucks!! From my point of view, you’re no different from the scumbags in prison, you motherf*cking b*tch.”

– BAD!!

Accepting her will, Mana rapidly absorbs heat around her.

Sprays of ice that rise sporadically around you are floated by telekinesis, and the mana used to float them in the air is detonated and turned into momentum.

The moment the rainwater freezes and the baptism of ice rushes toward the target.

I blocked the attack by splitting the ground with my scabbard, but such an action was already expected.

-Shahahahak!!

The moment I blocked my view for defense. I threw the stone in my hand and quickly leaped to the other side.

One beat slower than the speed at which a stone hits the ground.

Of course, his gaze must have been directed to the place where the stone fell earlier.

-Flame!

A fire that emits the heat absorbed by taking advantage of the gap in which the gaze was lost.

The blade, which instantly evaporates even the rain water it touches, will rip even the mana veil around the target and leave an indelible scar.

-Damn!!

However, even that attack was mercilessly broken by the swinging sword sheath.

My gaze was still directed to the place where the stone had crashed, but the guy who defended my attack had a deformed posture.

I defended my attack with only my reflexes.

-Kwadeuk!

If you use such a forced technique, I will only respond by coming here.

Release the power from the hand blocked by the scabbard, throw off balance and leap as if leaning forward.

The powerful grip was already swinging toward the guy’s chest.

If you can’t do it with your skills, do it with evil.

I hope that my outstretched hand will reach his heart.

“… I’m sorry.”

But what came back was a voice that did not lose its composure, as if it had foreseen even that.

-Shiririk!

Immediately after that, the body, which was in danger, rotated with the axis of the foot on which it landed.

My grip passed by without piercing his chest, leaving only the torn collar.

Even in the midst of that, mana is flowing from his body.

I can feel the flow absorbing all the power flowing around me.

Around mana, of course.

Even the mana I control.

-Shuhaak!

This crazy year. Are you aiming to control the opponent’s mana?

What nonsense.

If you try to interfere with the mana of those who have will in the first place, a conflict between wills will occur.

No matter what your skills are, if you do it forcibly, it will be offset or you will only be destroyed.

-Shahahahak!!

However, when he unconsciously drew mana towards me, he had already released his will to control mana for a long time.

Attempts to control my mana are fake.

Reacting reflexively to that, I induced excessive mana to be pulled toward me.

“I’m really sorry. If I pull out the sword, it won’t be called sparring anymore.”

The moment the body, which had been tilted by the physical force that originated from it, leaned back again, the sad blue eyes peeping out in the heavy rain.

I felt it the moment I faced it.

The life I feel at this moment is just to hide the fangs that will be swung later.

-Sereung.

When all the attention was focused on those eyes, a light was already shining in his scabbard.

Even in a field where the sun does not rise.

A blow with enough force to turn a flash of light caused by the heat of friction.

-Shahahahak!!

The blade eventually slipped out of the scabbard and started slicing through the area.

Immediately after being exposed to that attack, my gaze began to turn to the surroundings.

A tree splits, and a rock exists between them. Soaring ground and rising soil in the melee.

A scene where even the raindrops pouring down through them diverge in a single line.

Since all of that happens at the same time, it even seemed as if the space I was standing in was temporarily split.

Even so, blood doesn’t flow in my body.

Even in the midst of pulling out the sword at lightning speed, the opponent had the time to not only aim at the target in front of them.

-Jajeok.

Yes, this is the imperial sword.

This is the power of the pinnacle of this world.

-Quarreung!!

The moment when everything cut down with that realization soared and then plummeted.

My knee, which lost its strength, also fell helplessly into the rain.