Chapter 76: Chapter 76

“The adults are here!”

When I, Jang Gangcheon, and the Vice Director appeared, the tangled children also backed away from each other.

The Vice Director quickly approached to check on the children.

He let out a shrill scream, unbecoming of his gruff voice.

“Young Master Gunsobong! A scratch on your face! Young Master Jangseongsa’s glasses are broken!”

It seemed that fights between the children usually didn't get this bad.

The Vice Director trembled, not knowing what to do.

I was about to look at him again, thinking he cared for the children, but then.

“How could this happen. What am I going to say to their elders……”

Hearing his muttering, it seemed he was worried about their parents, not the children.

I turned my head and observed the children.

The big kid crying with a scratch on his face must be Gunsobong.

And the small one examining the cracked glasses must be Jangseongsa.

But looking at the situation, it wasn't these two who had fought.

“You hit me first! You hit me first!”

There was one child standing a little away from the others, raising his voice.

He had a rather intelligent-looking face.

Something is strange.

‘What is this feeling?’

I feel something strange.

The child continued to shout by himself.

The Vice Director cautiously approached, belying his large frame.

“Young Master Handangyudo! You mustn't do this! You promised your mother you wouldn't.”

“Shut up! Bearded Vice Director!”

The Vice Director stopped in his tracks and didn't approach any further.

“Handangyudo! Stop it! I just touched your clothes because they were pretty!”

A girl raised her voice.

Her words seemed to have some effect, as Handangyudo quieted down.

Still, he was huffing and puffing. It seemed his anger hadn't subsided.

The girl approached Handangyudo’s side.

“Come here. Apologize to Brother Seongsa and Sobong.”

It had the opposite effect.

Handangyudo yelled and then ran towards the door.

“I said I don't want to!”

The girl blocked his path, but Handangyudo shoved her hard.

Whether it was because he was strong or because he was angry, the girl was about to roll backward for a moment.

I quickly approached and wrapped my arms around the child to prevent her from getting hurt.

“Instructor Jin, should I go after him?”

Jang Gangcheon asked, looking at Handangyudo.

First, the child in my arms.

The child seemed a little surprised but nodded.

“I'm the new martial arts teacher.”

Although I was selected as an instructor, my title here was teacher. I introduced myself as I had been told beforehand.

Then, I carefully helped the child stand on her own. The child looked up at me and made a fist salute.

“Thank you, teacher.”

She unfolded her small left hand and covered her equally small right fist.

Even with both hands together, it was still tiny.

“Heeeek! Young Lady Yeom Uhye!”

The Vice Director came running late.

He had been constantly surprised since entering here, but now he was trembling as if he had been struck by lightning.

“Hello, Vice Director.”

“Greetings. How could this happen! It is all my fault.”

“No, it's not. We were fighting amongst ourselves.”

Yeom Uhye was young, but her judgment of the situation was appropriate.

The Vice Director, on the other hand, was on the verge of fainting.

It seemed he was even more so after seeing Yeom Uhye get pushed.

As I looked down at the child for a moment, a face came to mind.

‘I can see a glimpse of her mother's face.’

“Is your mother Madam Hahou?”

‘So she's the daughter of the Virtuous Mothers' Association Leader.’

I could understand why the Vice Director was acting this way.

He was a man whose loyalty was excessive—

“Yes! This is all Instructor Jin's fault!”

Overly loyal subordinates sometimes say such ridiculous things.

The Vice Director nodded vigorously by himself.

“Yes. The class is the instructor's responsibility. This class is Instructor Jin's responsibility, so the responsibility for this situation also lies with Instructor Jin. Mm, mm!”

He even snorted at the end.

“But I just walked in?”

“It's still Instructor Jin's responsibility. Since you signed the contract, it has been Instructor Jin's class from that moment on.”

On paper, that is true.

The color returned to the face of the Vice Director, who had found a way out.

“But the teacher caught me, didn't he?”

Yeom Uhye said in a small but clear voice.

“That's right. The new teacher caught Uhye.”

The other children also gathered around Yeom Uhye.

“Then what about the Vice Director?”

“The Vice Director came with him!”

These kids are smart.

Their judgment is sound.

Having the children take my side feels strange.

It's different from receiving support from martial artists—

I feel all warm and fuzzy.

The Vice Director, on the other hand, became troubled.

“Still, someone has to take responsibility…. Young masters, young ladies. You know the word responsibility, right?”

To think he's so afraid of that word.

Looking at him, who was completely different in body shape and face, for some reason, Deputy Branch Leader Gong Pil-sang came to mind.

At the same time, a good idea came to mind.

“Vice Director. Let's do this.”

“I will take responsibility.”

The Vice Director's expression turned bewildered.

He was trying to shift the blame, but I was volunteering to take it.

“Of course, there is a condition.”

“Leave today's class entirely to me.”

“Yes. It's my responsibility for what happens in class only if I'm in charge of the class. Otherwise, I cannot accept it either.”

He was silent for a while.

He wanted to avoid responsibility, but he was worried about what else might happen if he left the class to me.

I could see through his worries as clearly as if they were in a dish of water.

In the end, the Vice Director made up his mind.

“Good. Then please leave immediately.”

“What are you going to do?”

Jang Gangcheon, who had been standing quietly by the side until now, approached.

“It's not yet Instructor Jang's turn to step up. Just wait a moment.”

Now, only we and the children remained in the training hall. The children's eyes gathered on me as I stepped forward.

I thought they might be difficult to handle because they were children of prestigious families, but that wasn't the case at all.

They are good children.

It can't be easy to be while following a difficult curriculum.

“Kids, can you tell me why you were fighting?”

The children spoke up, vying with each other.

“It's because Dangyu came wearing pretty clothes.”

“Brother Seongsa and Sobong touched them.”

“Dangyu suddenly got angry!”

“Dangyu is always like that! He gets angry and says we hit him first.”

I called over Gunsobong and Jangseongsa.

Looking at the children in front of me, I recalled the personal information written on the list.

“Are the other kids right?”

Gunsobong, the son of a military family who was the biggest for his ten years, timidly nodded.

“But Dangyu is a good boy….”

He's unexpectedly defending Handangyudo.

It was the same for Jangseongsa.

“Dangyu has a hard time when someone touches him.”

Jangseongsa was the son of a scholar family, and although he was twelve, he was the smallest.

But the way he took out new glasses and pushed them up with his finger made him look every bit the little scholar.

So you fought with Handangyudo, but there are no bad feelings.

It seems Handangyudo was usually a decent kid.

That strange energy I felt when I first saw Handangyudo.

That was the problem.

“The teacher needs to find Handangyudo, who should I go to to find out?”

I should go to the guards, right?

I knew the moment I entered the complex.

Warriors were guarding various places.

If so, they would know where a single child went.

It would be so, even if only for accident prevention.

But the children said something unexpected.

“The adults agreed not to bother Dangyu.”

“Dangyu… keeps going out…”

“He gets angry if they try to bring him back. They decided to leave him alone when he goes out.”

And at the same time.

The little ones sighed in unison.

That sight made me laugh.

‘No, I shouldn't laugh here.’

“The teacher has a secret method to stop him from getting angry. So shouldn't that be okay?”

Usually, that secret method was Mukheun.

But it seems I can really give Handangyudo a secret method.

“Yes. A secret method.”

The children looked at each other, hesitating whether to speak or not.

The one who broke the hesitation was Yeom Uhye.

“He'll be in the rear garden of the Music Hall (樂館).”

I didn't even need to ask anyone.

Right. The kids would know where their friend likes to go.

“Uhye, will you go there with the teacher? So that Dangyu doesn't get scared.”

“Teacher, then what should we be doing?”

“Instructor Jang, it's your turn.”

“Alright. According to the training regimen here—”

“Just make sure no one gets hurt.”

I smiled faintly at the children and said again.

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The children smiled too.

The rear garden of the Music Hall.

Handangyudo was sitting on a wide rock, looking at a single flower in front of him.

Sway, the flower swayed with the blowing wind and then returned to its place.

Usually, looking at flowers calmed his heart.

He was very angry because the other kids had hit him. They had definitely hit his arm. But they all lied and said they didn't.

Yeom Uhye had also told him to apologize to Gunsobong and Jangseongsa.

He thought she was on his side.

Still, it was wrong to push Uhye over.

He knew he shouldn't do it, but he was so angry he couldn't stop himself.

Himself, for not being able to control his anger.

He couldn't see the flower clearly.

The other kids don't fight this much. Only he fights this much.

They definitely hit me first, right? Do I have to just stand there and take it?

Maybe the other kids are bad?

Even if I'm bad, if the other kids are bad, then aren't we all bad together?

Being bad together seems better than just me being bad.

Then let's all be bad together…

What's so good about that. Everyone being bad is not a good thing.

Handangyudo resisted.

He couldn't make sense of anything anymore.

And so, tears were about to burst out.

There was no one here just a moment ago.

“Don't be scared. It's the new martial arts teacher.”

Yeom Uhye was with him.

“Why did you come! I'm leaving!”

Even the adults had agreed not to look for him at times .

Yeom Uhye brought a teacher.

Ugh, then I'll be bad too—

“The teacher has a secret method!”

Yeom Uhye said something incomprehensible.

“Yes! He has a secret method that will stop you from getting angry.”

A secret method that will stop me from getting angry?

The moment he heard those words.

There's no such thing as a secret method!

Something hot, whoosh, rose up from within his chest.

And in front of Handangyudo's eyes, the new teacher.

He wriggled his body.

And waved both his hands.

Was he dancing or what.

In a way, it looked like he was grabbing something from the air.

He glanced at Yeom Uhye to see if she knew something, but she too was standing with her mouth agape.

The new teacher kept wriggling his body, muttering to himself.

“What kind of turbid energy is this.”

“With so much turbid energy surrounding you, your senses get distorted. You must have thought they were hitting you even if someone just touched you.”

With incomprehensible words, he continued to wiggle, wiggle.

“You've suffered, you've suffered. When it comes to sensing energy, the teacher is the best in the world, so rest assured.”

His hands also kept waving.

But as he was mesmerized, watching those hands.

The anger that had been rising was gone before he knew it.

It felt as if those hands had swept the anger away.

This had never happened before.

The teacher went even further.

“Now, the teacher is going to place his hands on you.”

Handangyudo flinched, but.

The teacher's hands slowly, but without hesitation, grabbed Handangyudo's two arms.

Squeeze, the two hands holding his arms tightened. But it still didn't hurt.

Wasn't this originally what hitting was?

Jin Yeomyeong’s calm eyes met Handangyudo's surprised ones.

“This is what it means to reach.”

Handangyudo looked down at his two arms.

There was definitely a hand applying pressure here. This wasn't hitting.

What is this called? Reaching?

Jin Yeomyeong's face came close to Handangyudo's, cheek to cheek.

Jin Yeomyeong embraced Handangyudo with his whole body.

“Reaching. Do you understand?”

Handangyudo finally understood.