The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy - The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy chapter 32

32 – Breaking Namgoong.

“Dieee!!”

“aaahhhhh!!”

Yoo Eunchae screamed and ran.

My body feels heavy.

This was the first time I felt such heaviness.

There was no state of intoxication, but – there was no one to drink with! – perhaps it was a similar feeling.

Kugugugugung!!

While lost in idle thoughts, a tremendous wave of magic power was felt from behind.

It’s probably because Shin Yu-ra and Sun Woo-hyun, Nam Hye-rin, are fighting.

“What the hell is this from the beginning.”

It wasn’t like this when we just started.

We were just running because we didn’t trust each other.

But there was one thing.

Yoo Seol-rang and Jo Ga-eun, who had the best compatibility in this race.

They received intense interference from others.

In the process, Sun Woo-hyun threw a restraining device and Wigoonak fell.

“Do you want to fall behind?”

“Just a moment…!”

“Fall behind.”

The two started fighting, and others had to intervene.

Thanks to that, we were able to advance somewhat.

Shasha!

The sound of something passing by quickly was heard.

Yoo Eun-chae bit her tooth.

What was visible was Yoo Seol-rang, with her green hair neatly tied up in a school uniform.

The roar of the wind!

The wind blew.

Soon, that wind turned into a tempest, stirring everything in its path.

And the wind transformed into blades, soaring towards itself.

Among the special attributes, wind was considered rare.

Yoo Eun-chae swiftly bowed and leaped.

‘How do I escape?’

The master said.

Infusing mana into nature to sense the surroundings.

Yoo Eun-chae was also learning that recently.

‘No matter how you think about it, that seems like the first step of Wind Control.’

In the future, if she fails to master Moonlight Skydance and Blaze Elemental Incineration, the technique predicted to be learned is Wind Control.

Literally riding the wind, a trait that manipulates the wind.

It suits Yoo Seo-rang the most, but she has something that suits her even better.

Anyway, Wind Control infuses mana into the wind to sense most of the surroundings.

‘But learning without mastering the limited traits, there’s an enormous advantage to it.’

The system is absolute.

But it has its limits.

Reviving innate traits and enhancing a few traits can unleash tremendous synergy, but.

The number of traits that can be contained varies depending on a person’s vessel.

But it doesn’t matter for Yu Eunchae.

Infinite traits.

That is the true power of Yu Eunchae.

“However, there is synergy in traits.”

It’s not good to just master anything because it’s infinite.

Because some traits have flaws, and traits without synergy are not that great.

I am confident in handling all of them.

Deep breath.

Rapid oxidation.

Red blood cell.

Created a red blood cell. Then threw it at Yuseollang.

“Hmph! Too obvious!”

Yuseollang cut the red blood cell with the wind.

While evading maneuver.

At the same time, he was trying to use the surrounding wind to attack himself.

Quickly raised the sword.

Han Seojin claims he has no talent for the sword.

But that’s a story born from Han Seojin’s high standards.

The sword was thrown directly.

But it missed. It was because his body felt heavier than usual.

“If only that cursed iron ring wasn’t there!”

He gritted his teeth and moved.

He had to settle this with magic. However, this cursed ring even had the habit of blocking magic.

Tsk, nothing to be done about it.

Though it was a move too valuable to use here, he needed that elixir for himself.

“Since you won’t give it even if I bleed myself dry.”

If he had drawn a move instead, it would have been impressive and might have compelled someone to offer even one.

《Trait, Heaven and Earth Harmony is activated.》

In an instant, his body felt lighter.

It was as if everything had ascended a level.

“Scarlet Flames.”

Crackle crackle.

Flames ignited.

Three scarlet flames, five times larger, appeared.

“Wait, how did you…!”

“Goodbye.”

He shot off five scarlet flames.

While being mentioned as one of the Golden Generation, Yusehran managed to strike down one scarlet flame amidst it all.

Kwaaah!

The remaining enemy orbs were not able to be slashed.

With a tremendous explosion, Yuseollang fell down.

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In that moment, Yoo Eunchae thought of one thing.

“Don’t attack each other, it’s dangerous for students.”

“…Will it be okay?”

After all, it had already happened.

It was useless to worry about it.

So Yoo Eunchae trusted Yuseollang’s body.

*

“I feel like I’m going to die.”

My body feels heavy.

There were also repercussions from using Cheonji Harmony.

But Chul-hwa was too heavy.

“But it’s still okay.”

“Your stamina has increased by 1.”

Just seeing my stats increase made me want to keep running.

And one more thing.

Because the author, who is a professor, was running alongside me.

“How many Chul-hwa do I have left?”

Hanging from each arm,

With things at least 1.5 times thicker than us.

“Hoo. Hoo. What are you looking at?”

“Um, are you okay?”

“Nothing.”

Yoo Eun-chae glanced for a moment.

Han Seo-jin looked like he was really going to die. His arms were staggering, and sweat flowed like rain.

Yet, his eyes were bright and clear on such a subject.

‘And dangerous.’

Not good for the heart.

On a subject with looks more beautiful than most women.

And a body better than anyone here.

A body crafted with care, piece by piece like a sculpture.

Glimmering.

Yoo Eun-chae, who had secretly stolen glances at the teacher’s body, saw the teacher take a deep breath.

‘Did, did he notice?’

Even though she deliberately peeked.

Carddduk.

A slender ice shard emerged from the air.

And it flew backward.

“Kyaaah!”

A scream echoed.

Yoo Eunchae smiled.

“How amusing.”

Because it was Yoo Seol-rang’s scream.

“But why are we doing this kind of training?” someone asked.

“I think you’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.

He deliberately created competition among the students.

Now, he was showing us how he intended to teach us.

“He wants to minimize variables.”

When we landed in this world, there were so many variables.

But with Han Seojin by my side, most of the fights became predictable.

His flawless movements and clean combat methods would put an end to them.

“He’s probably trying to teach us something like that.”

The most perfect combat technique.

There is so much to see and learn.

This is undoubtedly one of them.

“Die!”

“Get lost!”

Hearing the screams from behind, Han Seojin chuckled.

…They must be doing this to us to reduce the variables.

But deep inside Yoo Eunchae’s heart, there was a slight tremor.

*

Thump, thump.

After finishing the race, I was stretching at the finish line.

The result was unexpected.

“I thought those who couldn’t properly block the variables would be last.”

Sun Woo-hyun.

I had my eye on him because he seemed to have something.

But he came in last.

“….”

“….Sigh.”

The girl next to him was sulking.

This time, Yoo Eunchae came in first.

Nam Hye-rin came in second.

And Seo Bo-ram came in third.

I distributed the pills to everyone.

In order of rank.

“Yahoo!”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

It was Yoo Eunchae, Nam Hyerin, and Seo Boram in that order.

Come to think of it, I should’ve helped her out at least once.

“Everyone worked hard in today’s class. Those who want to leave can go. Nam Hyerin, you stay.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Oh, discriminatory treatment! What are you planning to do to our Hyerin!”

“You, go out.”

Using Yeomdong Magic, Yeon Dong forcefully chased Yoo Eunchae away.

Yelp! The sound echoed through the street, but it was disregarded.

Other students were curious too, but they left their seats not long after.

“Why am I…?”

“Namgung’s Mind Technique. Haven’t learned it yet?”

“No way?”

“I’ll teach you.”

“Do you know the Thunderous Emperor Divine Art?”

“I know.”

They even skimmed through most of their textbooks.

The Namgung folks might have had messed-up personalities, but they hadn’t messed up the skills they’ve accumulated, including their swordsmanship.

“They were quite useful in their own way.”

It was quite a fresh perspective to modify swordsmanship with such momentum.

I took Nam Hye-rin and went to the training room separately.

Then, I met a professor.

One was dressed in Chinese martial arts attire, and the other was a student in a school uniform.

“…Nam Hye-rin.”

There was a strong presence.

Eyes that seemed to be looking at someone who couldn’t live under the same sky.

“Sisters?”

Their eyes resembled each other.

Nam Hye-rin flinched, and the one who seemed to be an instructor was smiling unpleasantly.

“You, with the humble blood, came here so well.”

Filled with animosity.

Judging by the badge, she seemed to be in the third year, yet she’s picking a fight with a first-year.

“Student Namgung Mireyo.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Namgung, huh.

“Is she the child of a low-born or something?”

This one also seems to have quite a complicated family background.

As he looked at Nam Hye-rin, he seemed to shrink.

“I’m sorry. I’ve shown an ugly sight.”

“Got it.”

“….”

The guy who seemed like a martial arts instructor raised an eyebrow. Seems displeased.

“Are you two sisters?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Oh? Didn’t notice because of the different last names.”

“It should be in the student roster.”

Nam Gung Mireya said.

I shrugged.

“I don’t look at that kind of thing.”

“So, you’re the eldest son of the Cheolhyeol Sword Clan. Overconfident, huh? You also carry the title of the youngest professor.”

“No, not really.”

“No?”

“It’s not overconfidence. I have confidence proportionate to my skills. Oh, but I guess subordinates usually can’t see that, so I apologize if I was rude.”

“….”

Nam Gung Mireya’s mouth hung open.

It was an awkward expression.

“It’s amusing.”

“I don’t find it amusing.”

Snick.

An infuriated martial arts instructor.

This is getting interesting.

“Do you know about the upcoming assembly?”

The assembly.

I heard it’s when students and professors join forces to fight.

“The upcoming duel might be between the third and first years.”

“Aren’t the first years at a disadvantage?”

“Not really, considering how spirited the first-year students are right now. Besides, even the headmaster approved it.”

Predictable.

They must have found it amusing, whispering, “How entertaining.”

“It seems they want to gauge our strength while they’re at it.”

Professors also mentioned it’s a chance to showcase how remarkable they are to the students.

In other words, an opportunity to humiliate the professors they don’t like.

“They seem confident in their skills.”

The first-year professors were different.

Even within the same rank, there are distinctions.

And the guy in front of me has seen humiliation.

That level of composure suggests great confidence.

With that level of confidence, they might consider themselves geniuses.

I looked at Nam Gung Mireyo.

The skill is quite impressive.

At that age, reaching that level could be considered promising.

“A teacher who thinks of himself as a genius and a student who might become more than that.”

I really like that dynamic.

It seems like it would be fun to crush them all at once and see the amusing expressions on their faces.

“The assembly is a month away. I’m looking forward to it. I wonder if you’ll still be able to say such things then.”

“Oh really? Are you so confident that you want to bet on it?”

“Betting? What kind of bet?”

“Who among our students will win.”

“Of course, I would choose Nam Gung Mire. Oh, unless your side also has our Nam Gung Mire…”

“We don’t need that. I’ll make the condition that Nam Hye Rin wins.”

“Isn’t that too unfair? Nam Hye Rin is called the talented one with great expectations, but she’s still considered an underdog compared to Seon Woo Hyun.”

The instructor looked at Nam Gung Mire.

“Our Mire is far superior to that side, isn’t she?”

“Is that so?”

Even though it seems like she’s below Seon Woo Hyun.

“But still.”

He hides a lot, so it’s possible for him to have such a misconception.

“That’s what I was thinking at that time.”

“Then, what will you bet on?”

“Well.”

In my heart, I’d like to make it a bet with nothing to offer.

“But even so, she probably won’t accept it.”

Still, I think I can tease out a decent amount.

People like her know how to set the stage well.

“Let’s make the bet an apology.”

“Apology?”

“What if the loser kneels down and says, ‘I am blind to my faults’?”

“Sounds good.”

“She’s more agreeable than I thought. I was considering being lenient, but I’ll give her a taste of it.”

Is she planning to pick a fight with me at the association? Is that why she wants to give me a taste of it?

Unbelievable.

As I chuckled and gave her a moderate affirmation, I looked at Nam Gung Mireyo.

Her eyes were full of confidence and arrogance.

There was a conviction in her expression that she would never lose.

“Interesting.”

I looked forward to the moment when her face contorted.

*

He entered the training ground.

A quiet place with no one around.

This place should be fine even if he teaches martial arts.

Nam Hye-rin approached me with a worried look in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fighting with Nangung Mire… Unni.”

“Lacking confidence?”

“To be honest, a bit.”

Nam Hye-rin’s eyes darkened.

“Mire Unni is really strong.”

“Indeed.”

It was because of age that I had confidence. If it were someone else, she might have been a woman who made them feel a wall.

A first-year defeated a third-year.

Though this phrase is often mentioned, it’s also a result of the confrontation between the lower ranks of the third year and the upper ranks of the first year.

“But it might be turned around quite a bit by the end of the first year.”

Most of them are characters in the growing period, growing rapidly.

The difference of one year is bigger than one might think.

“It’s okay.”

Still, I reassured her that it’s okay.

Her name was Nam Gung Mire.

Nam Hye Rin didn’t think she would lose to her.

“She’s not even in the top tier with her inadequate tactics and skills.”

If it’s talent, it overflows more on this side than that.

Did they call her Nam Gung Mire?

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“Isn’t it tough if you’re not desperate?”

She might end up crying and whining after losing, so I’m saying this.