The Second Year Cadet Jeong Woo (2)
“It’s different.”
Lim Seong-Hyun muttered while cleaning up the list of cadets.
He had seen many talented cadets jumping into cracks and dying as hunters, consumed by personal grudges, unable to bloom that talent.
It was tragic whenever that happened.
Those students did not have to die.
Those talents deserved better use. Those lives didn’t have to end in vain.
However, Sung-Hyun Lim had seen that Jung Si-woo was special.
His insights surpassed even some of the professors, and the hunters themselves admired his creative yet accurate suggestions.
He was beyond the level of a second-grade student.
It wasn’t long before Lim Sung-Hyun started searching for information on Jung Si-woo. He found that Jung Si-woo was a ‘hunting man’ whose parents were slaughtered by a monster when he was young.
It was a pity.
He wondered whether a student who had talents that could bring great hope to humanity would, once more, be lost to the cracks.
That is why he searched for him and spoke to him.
To somehow persuade him not to let his talents rot and be wasted.
He was wrong.
In-person, Jung Si-woo was entirely different from what he thought.
Although Lim Sung-Hyun spoke sharply to make Jung Si-woo realize the reality, his gaze remained firm, without a trace of doubt.
It was as if he already knew of what was coming.
“Let’s give it a thought.”
Even as he said it, Seong-Hyun Lim already knew the answer.
Jung Si-woo will never give up his path as a hunter. Nothing can break his will.
However, Lim Seong-Hyun was not disappointed.
“Jung Si-woo’s cadet will be the best whether he is an analyst or a hunter.”
Lim Seong-Hyun looked down and looked at the documents placed on the desk.
<Second Grade Student Jeong Si-woo>
There was a photograph of Jeong Si-woo staring at the camera with a blank face.
“… I wonder why the other teachers still haven’t noticed. ”
Lim Seong-Hyun stared at the photo for a long time before closing the file with the name of the three letters on his chest.
* * *
<Superhuman Academy>
An educational institution designed to cultivate superhumans as its name suggests.
The Academy was a state-of-the-art facility, where anything required for ‘growth’ existed thanks to the generous funding from the government.
It boasted a wide array of resources, from expensive elixir created by alchemists to skill-books, which were difficult to obtain, even for a hefty price.
The Academy owned material that was guaranteed masterpieces, with information on the monsters and the fundamental values that a hunter must possess.
The Academy was the perfect place for anyone who wanted to be a hunter; rather, it was the ideal place for anyone who was dreaming of anything ‘superhuman’.
Of course, I dropped out before I graduated since I was scouted by a government agency. Still, perhaps with a little talent, this place would have bolstered my growth.
“Is that young man training properly this time?”
It was my first training in the second grade, so I guess I could have been noticed.
“… Well, even if you had talent, it would have been difficult to focus on growth in this environment, in your sensitive adolescence.”
“Well, if you are ashamed, why don’t you work harder on grasping your subject?”
Regret.
I pulled out the notebook from my bag, ignoring the chatter around me.
Honestly, I wasn’t so immature to respond to their words, and above all, I didn’t have time to care about those things.
-The first plague, the prophecy of the sage …
As I organized my coming events in my notebook, the other students turned to different topics of conversation, probably losing interest in me as I ignored them.
They were talking about how their close friends in the first grade were assigned to the same class, how difficult this professor was, and how frustrating the second-grade life would be and so on.
No one was interested in me in the back of the room and scribbling on a notebook as I tried to sort out my schedule until the training began.
“Hey, Jung Si-woo, you have to change your gym suit. What are you doing?”
“… already?”
Unless the training start time was earlier than I thought.
“You used to be smart in the first grade. Now you’re like me. ”
I looked up to meet the friendly voice and saw a familiar face.
The student who came to my room and brought me to the classroom was telling me that training was going to begin.
“… Oh, thank you. ”
During my time at the Academy, he was the only person remotely close to a ‘friend’.
He was more talented than me, though.
“Change quickly.”
Unfortunately, he was not talented enough. He lost his life in a crack two years after passing the Hunter exam.
Jinwoo Lee was standing in front of me, beaming.
* * *
“Nice to meet you all!”
A voice boomed out on the training grounds of the Academy.
“Some people know me… but since this is the first time we meet in second grade, let’s start with a brief introduction.”
The booming voice belonged to a man who seemed so strong that just looking at him was overwhelming.
“I’m Park Hyun-suk. I will be in charge of all subjects related to training for the next year.”
Park Hyun-suk.
I couldn’t remember him, even after hearing his name.
Either way, training was annoying, so I always missed it.
I haven’t met a first-grade training instructor, and I couldn’t remember a second-grade training instructor.
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