I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 38

"Is that his ability?"

While watching Jinwoo and the Ranger Club's sparring outside the sparring ground, I was able to confirm the truth of what was written in the [Character Codex] by verifying the skill he displayed.

"Even with buffs, to beat a second-year student alone."

His skill exceeded expectations; it was real.

His agility was uncanny, his movements so swift that even I could miss them if I let my guard down, and his proficiency in dagger techniques.

Above all, what I admired most was his ability.

"He must have inherited the bloodline ability."

At first, he mentioned that he could only handle the wind a little, and I thought it was just that, but wasn't the way he used it very similar to his father, Antonio Vivaldi?

The ability to control the surrounding wind and manipulate it freely.

Although he couldn't create the wind himself, it was certainly an ability that couldn't be ignored if the conditions were met.

In fact, isn't there a record in the game where Jinwoo's father, 'Antonio Vivaldi,' single-handedly destroyed an organization on a stormy day?

"Anyway, he's a commendable guy."

How surprised I was when he suddenly said in the group chat that he was going to fight the 'Ranger Club.'

"Ah, Boss! You're here?!"

The guy who, upon seeing me as soon as he came out of the sparring ground, waved at me as if he was glad.

Judging by his broad grin, it seemed the damage he took inside wasn't that great.

"I told you, didn't I? I don't get beaten up."

He looked so proud, chest puffed out, having beaten a second-year student.

"Indeed, the way you knocked away arrows was impressive. But, if it were me, I would have finished it with one strike."

"That's because you're a monster, Boss! I... I've been training to at least deflect your bullets."

It seemed he had been training recently since deflecting arrows looked familiar.

He must have been quite frustrated after being defeated instantly without being able to do anything.

If he had seen me wiping out the Triad guys at the dock, he wouldn't have even thought about that.

Imagining his reaction to that sight made me want to laugh for no reason.

"Well done. It seems you've also properly followed what I asked."

Saying so, I looked at the members of the 'Recipe Development Club' running towards me.

They all seemed to be holding something as they rushed here.

"Oh, senior sisters. Did you see? This body's woo-woo-woo?!"

As soon as they reached Jinwoo, they scooped food out of the containers they were holding and immediately stuffed it into Jinwoo's mouth.

"This is mugwort porridge, good for recovery."

"It's a stone mountain strawberry soup. It helps make a lot of blood."

"I just baked golden garlic cookies. They're a bit burnt, but they should be effective."

"Uguugugubgubgub!!"

It seemed they were quite worried about Jinwoo, as the sparring was for their protection.

Jinwoo, forced to consume the restorative food from them, soon began to relax his expression, his complexion changed, and he collapsed with a thud.

"J-Jinwoo?!"

"Did we mix something that shouldn't be mixed during the combination?"

"Quick, bring the black lemon juice for when someone faints!"

And there was Seah, watching the scene from behind.

"That guy... he's grinning even in his sleep. It's disgusting."

I agreed with her sentiment.

Meanwhile, I could see Youngje smiling at me from a distance.

It seemed the people around him were members of the 'Ranger Club.'

Youngje, mixed among them, seemed to be performing his duty well.

"Let's head back for now. That guy... looks like he'll wake up soon, judging by how he's still moving his mouth even though he's passed out."

Thinking he wouldn't be able to move on his own, I hoisted him onto my shoulder. I felt his jaw moving behind me.

"If you drool on my back, you're dead."

I definitely felt his jaw movements slow down.

...Is he really unconscious? From the energy I feel, it seems he really is unconscious.

As soon as we returned to the club booth and threw him onto the sofa.

"This body revives."

I saw Jinwoo rise like a ghost.

"Jinwoo, were you really unconscious?"

Seah asked, squinting her eyes at Jinwoo's perfectly timed revival.

"Didn't you see me getting shot with arrows? I told you, as soon as the sparring ended and I relaxed, I passed out right away."

Jinwoo protested, looking wronged, but Seah seemed unconvinced.

"Anyway, good job. With the sparring you showed this time, those guys won't dare to mess with Legado for a while."

As a first-year student, he dealt with the 'Ranger Club,' even one of the president's confidants, so they would likely keep a low profile for a while.

"Right? Right? Hahaha! See, even the Boss says I did well."

"More importantly, what's crucial is what comes next. Now that those guys know Legado has joined hands with us, they're bound to take other actions."

It would be ideal if they gave up the recipe for the 'Golden Walnut Pie,' but judging by the expressions of the guys watching the sparring, that seemed highly unlikely.

"It's getting late, so let's call it a day."

Today was the day to receive the Maestro's suit.

And just moments ago, I received a message from Parnello that I had been promoted to 'Executive' through the examination.

Before the celebration for becoming an Executive, I needed to get the prepared clothes and move, so it was time to start moving.

"I'll give my number to Lee Seri. If you encounter any trouble outside the academy, please contact me at this number."

Saying so, I quickly entered my number into her phone. Then, Jinwoo jumped up from his seat and entered his number as well.

"You mustn't forget me either. Lady, I'll rush to you like the wind anytime."

...I can't stop him, really.

Is he like this because his father is Italian, or is he just naturally like this?

After parting ways with the members, I left the academy and got into the sedan where Han Seojun was waiting.

"To the Maestro's."

"Yes, Young Master. I heard you've been promoted to an Executive of the Calione. Congratulations."

"Well, it's just a title since I don't have a designated area... Have you told the Maestro?"

The time now is 5 p.m.

I had just left, so I thought I should give the Maestro a separate call.

But Han Seojun shook his head.

"The Maestro's tailor shop is being used by Father today, as I understand. By now, he should be having tea with Father at the tailor shop."

"Father? Didn't he have an Executive examination today during the day?"

"Since you were the examinee, it seems he didn't participate to maintain fairness. If Father had been there, everyone would have unanimously agreed."

"That's certainly true."

Some members of the Family would have thought they'd incur Father's wrath if they opposed.

Well, I decided to ask Parnello for more details about the examination later.

The sedan eventually reached a bustling commercial district along a long road. Among the flashy buildings, a two-story old building caught my eye.

"This is the tailor shop run by the Maestro, [per l'Imperatore]."

[per l'Imperatore]. The name, meaning 'For the Emperor,' seemed very fitting for the tailor shop run by the Maestro.

"From the homeless man in front of the shop to the civilians wandering nearby, they're all organization members."

"...Did you notice?"

"If ordinary people walked like that, most Seoul citizens would be excellent hitmen."

It wasn't surprising, considering it was a place where both Father, the Boss of Calione, and I were outside together.

The thought that almost an entire block was filled with family members was chilling.

"I will escort you."

Han Seojun naturally got out of the car at the tailor shop's rear parking lot and opened the back door.

It seemed that from the parking attendant to the people inside other cars, everyone was present.

It meant Father's influence was beyond imagination.

Ding.

As I opened the door and entered the shop, a sweet yet heavy scent subtly tickled my nose.

At the same time, the employees bowed their heads to me.

"Welcome. We welcome the visit of Yoojin Han Calione Young Master."

I thought the exterior had a classic look different from the other buildings around, but the interior exceeded my expectations.

A feeling far from the modern atmosphere, as if I were in a high-end tailor shop from the industrial age.

First, I lightly nodded to acknowledge their greeting and then followed them to the Maestro's reception room where my father was said to be.

"Maestro. The Young Master has arrived."

A heavy voice came from inside as soon as I spoke after knocking.

[Come in.]

Beyond the door that opened smoothly despite looking old.

There were two middle-aged men seated facing each other at a round table.

My father, Don Vito Calione, in a black suit and smoking a cigar.

And a neat-looking man in a simple brown suit, the Maestro.

"Ha ha! So this is the son Don has been bragging about."

"Yes. One of my few prides. Yoojin, you already know about this, right? Here, the head tailor of Imperatore and one of the few Maestros in the world, Roberto Haverlanda."

At my father's introduction, Roberto stood up, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully.

"You spoke so grandly, but... I'm just an old man who can only make clothes. It is an honor to meet Yoojin Han Calione, the rising star of the Caliones."

"It is an honor to meet the Maestro, who is called a living legend."

"Hahaha! I'm grateful just for the words. Now that the Young Master is here, Don, let's start by taking the measurements."

"Please do."

With those words, Roberto approached me. Soon after he snapped his fingers, a bright blue measuring tape formed around his index finger.

"Then, Young Master, could you please take off your coat?"

"...The measuring tape is unusual."

"It's one of the insignificant specialties of this old man. It's a magical measuring tape that not only measures accurately but also discerns the nature and characteristics of the subject. Now, could you please raise your arms first?"

A measuring tape that can discern nature and characteristics. Do all Maestros have such a skill?

With that thought, I naturally raised my arms, and the measuring tape wrapped around my chest.

"The chest circumference is 102.3... Hmm?"

Then, Roberto suddenly tilted his head in confusion. And then,

"Huh... It's difficult."

Maestro Roberto. He suddenly sighed and lowered his head.

Why is this old man suddenly acting like this?