I Possessed a Broken Academy Instructor

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Perhaps ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍it was compensation for everything they had gone through.

The ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍cadets caused no major incidents, and there was no contact from Rosen either.

Thanks ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍to that, aside from a few trivial matters, Jin Crow was able to spend the first half of the second semester rather smoothly.

“Ovia, ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍come here for a second.”

“H-Hiiik! ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍I'm sorry!”

Of course, that didn't mean there were no incidents at all.

For example, there was the time Ovia Timist secretly pocketed a few bottles from the alcohol she had confiscated, forcing him to go after her.

“Ner, this is what they call a graduate student. If you sign here......”

“Lillian, do you have a death wish?”

“P-Please stop her, Instructor!”

Or the time Naomi's internal report barely prevented Lillian, who had become completely infatuated with Ner, from recruiting her as a graduate student.

“Instructor.”

“What is it?”

“P-Please... just give me some merit points......”

Or when Dokgo Ran, on the verge of expulsion, burst into tears and begged him, so he awarded her ten merit points in exchange for one month of cleaning up the training grounds.

Still, nothing major happened.

You could say it was the first truly peaceful period since he had possessed this body.

If he were being honest, he wished things could stay like this forever.

But he couldn't help the anxiety that always lingered in one corner of his mind.

Naturally.

The peace of today guaranteed nothing about the peace of tomorrow.

‘I'm satisfied that the Ministry of National Defense has changed its stance.’

For one thing, budgetary support had increased dramatically, and the biggest beneficiary was Professor Lillian.

After all, she was the foremost authority on Training Dummies and the first person to create Creature Training Dummies.

He had heard that other Special-duty Officer Academies had also requested Training Dummies, but practical issues such as transportation had delayed the process.

Even so, the explosive increase in her workload must have been why she had eventually set her sights on Ner as well.

In any case, without any major incidents or accidents, the second semester was progressing peacefully toward its conclusion.

Thinking that, Jin Crow turned his gaze toward the training grounds.

There, the cadets were already handling two Knights per squad with ease.

“Hold the line!”

“I know!”

Five cadets formed a squad and moved as a single, coordinated unit.

The two Attackers stood at the front, intercepting the Knights' assaults while steadily wearing them down.

Whenever an attack couldn't be blocked, the Defender stepped in.

“Uaaaaah!”

Using the time bought that way, they continuously accumulated meaningful damage against the Knights.

Meanwhile, the Striker and Keeper prepared for a decisive finishing blow.

“Now! Get down!”

BOOOOM!

“This is it!”

At last, the overwhelming firepower unleashed by the cadet serving as the Striker staggered the Knight.

Immediately afterward, the cadet acting as an Attacker sprinted up its knee and drove a fist clad in reinforced knuckles straight into it.

The result, naturally—

KWAAAAAANG!

The Knight, which had been trying to straighten its back again, folded in half before crashing face-first into the arena floor.

Even Jin Crow, silently watching the scene, couldn't help acknowledging it.

‘Their growth has been phenomenal.’

The average Gear level among the cadets was Triple Gear.

However, compared to battle-hardened soldiers, their actual combat ability was closer to Dual Gear.

Naturally.

No matter how powerful your abilities were, if you couldn't use them at the right moment, could you really call them your own strength?

In that sense, the cadets were no different from the King he had faced before.

They possessed tremendous power, but lacked the ability to control it with precision and efficiency.

“Their positions are fully established now.”

At that moment, Ginnatio, standing beside him, spoke with faint admiration.

Jin Crow nodded.

Just as Ginnatio had said, their positions had now largely settled into place.

Moreover, they had adopted the system earlier than in the original story.

‘And Baek Hui-young played a huge role in that.’

Jin Crow had never explicitly said,

‘This is the right way.’

However, Baek Hui-young, who had previously hovered around the middle of the Martial Arts rankings, experienced explosive growth.

Once Squad Two consistently achieved exceptional results, the other squads naturally began copying the system.

They even came up with the names themselves.

Even so, watching events unfold exactly as they had in the original story stirred complicated emotions.

‘So what is destined to happen... happens regardless.’

Viewed another way, it wasn't exactly reassuring.

Taken to the extreme, it could mean that no matter how desperately one struggled to avoid that horrific future, it would still arrive in the end.

Perhaps it was because Jin Crow's sense of self had deepened.

Or perhaps the prolonged peace only magnified his anxiety, like the calm before a storm.

He narrowed his eyes, lightly shook his head, and spoke to Ginnatio, who was staring blankly at the cadets.

“It should be about time to prepare.”

“......You're really going to do it?”

Ginnatio instantly lost his absent-minded expression and questioned him.

Jin Crow simply nodded without changing his expression.

“A frontline inspection... The Headmaster will never approve.”

“Who knows. If I remember correctly, the second-year cadets went as well.”

“Well, that's......”

Ginnatio opened his mouth to object, then closed it again.

Over the course of nearly a year beside Instructor Jin Crow, he had learned one thing.

Once Jin Crow made a decision, he never changed his mind.

Besides, there was precedent.

The lead instructor in charge of the second-year Martial Arts Department, Ludvik Lee, had already taken seventy-five cadets on a wartime inspection near the beginning of the second semester.

They had completed it without incident and returned safely.

“......Sigh. I'll submit the proposal.”

In the end, Ginnatio had no choice but to accept it.

Once Jin Crow set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.

The only thing he could do was prepare the safest possible list of candidates and submit it to Ideale.

‘Something feels off.’

At that thought, Ginnatio suddenly reflected on one fact and couldn't help feeling strangely depressed.

‘......Wasn't I supposed to be monitoring him?’

If it somehow felt like he had become Jin Crow's loyal assistant instructor, then surely...

it was just his imagination.

In life, perception was incredibly important.

Naturally.

No matter how objectively people tried to view the world, they remained subjective beings.

Even when presented with the same facts, public opinion split dramatically depending on individual perceptions and beliefs.

From that perspective, what Instructor Jin Crow had done had undoubtedly been shocking.

Yet the incident faded surprisingly quickly.

“He pointed a gun at a cadet?”

“That's Instructor Jin Crow for you. He really has no brakes.”

That was the dominant reaction.

Some people might have found it strange.

The issue, however, lay in the unique nature of the Central Special-duty Officer Academy.

“He must be disciplined immediately!”

The instructors understood how serious the matter was.

No matter how powerful a Superhuman was, an unguarded bullet could still kill.

The cadets, however, were different.

“He couldn't even react to that?”

“If it were me, I would've caught it.”

Their confidence and sense of superiority as beings fundamentally different from ordinary people made it easy to mock the victims rather than the perpetrator.

Moreover, the circumstances themselves were rather peculiar.

“Didn't they know what kind of personality that instructor had? Why did they provoke him?”

“He finally met someone he couldn't mess with. If I'd survived that hellish battlefield and someone said that in front of me, I'd have shot too.”

It was already far too late to bury what had happened at Mercato.

Even cadets with no interest in Creatures or foreign nations had heard about the devastation there.

Once Instructor Jin Crow's notorious reputation combined with the clique's remarks, even some instructors found themselves thinking,

‘It's understandable that he snapped.’

Then another rumor spread.

Apparently, after meeting with Ideale, Jin Crow not only accepted his punishment without complaint, but even requested that the period of salary reduction be increased voluntarily.

As a result, public opinion shifted even further against the cadets who had foolishly provoked Instructor Jin Crow.

“And then they actually went and tattled?”

“They acted all tough before. What a joke.”

To begin with, their clique had been notorious enough to associate with the expelled Shans Mavre.

Naturally, they had plenty of enemies.

Perhaps because of that, it took less than a month for them to become completely isolated.

The result was the present situation.

“Fuck!”

“Shut up. You're getting on my nerves.”

In a secluded park that even cadets rarely visited, the leader of the clique, Aton, cursed loudly from a bench.

Martin, a cigarette hanging from his lips, replied irritably.

The female cadets who always used to accompany them were nowhere to be seen.

“What about Siillyna and Penia?”

“They told us not to contact them anymore. Tch.”

“Faithless bitches.”

As soon as public opinion turned against them, the girls cut off contact.

Now they openly acted as though they had never known them.

It had been a quick decision on their part.

But for the ones being abandoned, it left an awful taste.

To make matters worse, rumors now claimed that only he and Martin had openly confronted the instructor.

“......Ha. Maybe I should just drop out.”

He muttered the words unconsciously.

He had never intended things to reach this point.

Yet somehow, they had become known as

‘those bastards who clearly aren't fit to be soldiers.’

It felt deeply unfair.

What exactly had he said that was wrong?

What was there to fear about those stupid beasts?

Both the cadets and instructors were ridiculous.

“They're acting like heroes just because they destroyed stuffed beasts with machinery shoved inside them.”

“I agree. I'd smash a hundred of them.”

Baek Hui-young.

Everyone praised him for experiencing explosive growth after taking Jin Crow's class, even though he had originally been nothing more than a middle-ranked cadet.

Still, reality didn't change.

All they could do was sit in a corner, smoking cigarettes while trying to cool the aimless frustration and anger building inside them.

‘Should I just drop out?’

‘Ha... fuck.’

But in the end, they were still only cadets.

No matter how grown-up they tried to act, their identities had yet to fully solidify.

The cold stares of those around them were becoming increasingly unbearable.

There were practical concerns as well.

The instructors disliked insolent cadets almost as much as they disliked Jin Crow's unpredictable behavior.

As a result, more and more instructors had begun looking down on them.

That certainly wouldn't help when the time came for commissioning.

“Instructor Jin Crow. That fucking bastard......”

Eventually, all of their aimless anger converged on the one they considered responsible for everything—

Jin Crow.

Martin.

Aton.

As the seeds of resentment quietly took root within the two cadets—

one figure watched them silently from the shadow of the park.

‘Those two... should prove useful.’

There was no need to rush.

After all...

there was plenty of time.

The man, dressed in the black military uniform of an instructor, quietly observed the pitiful, foolish cadets before melting back into the shadows.

At that same moment.

Suffering from persistent headaches, Jin Crow visited the infirmary.

The moment he saw the military doctor standing there, he narrowed his eyes.

“......Ahem. N-Nice to meet you, Instructor Jin Crow.”

“I don't recall introducing myself.”

“......You're rather famous.”

Messy green hair.

The appearance of a gaunt young man.

A snake tattoo wrapped around the back of his neck.

A tongue as long as a serpent's slowly traced the lip ring decorating his mouth.

Captain Sigmund Nihel quietly spoke.

“U-Umm... by any chance...”

“What are you doing here, Viper?”

“......Ha. Fuck.”

In every sense of the word, it had been one hell of a day.

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