Third-rate School Leader

Episode 2

Do Cheok-san was very large for his age.

Hehe, he looks really unattractive when I just look at his smiling face, but when I talk to him, he seems like he has a smart mind despite his honest appearance.

Dokgo Kang, who rose from the rock, or rather, he who decided to live as Dokgo Jin from now on, took a step towards the priests.

The priests all stopped moving and looked at the archbishop.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Cheol Woo-young asked with a worried expression.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

Dokgo Jin answered lightly and asked a question.

“But Master… is that all the martial arts you learned from me?”

I felt sick to my stomach when I called Jangsan Lee, who was so young and innocent compared to me, ‘nim’.

But now, aren’t you his disciple?

After hearing the priests call me ‘Master’ for two days, I’ve become quite used to it.

“Yes! We learned the Samjae Sword Technique, the Thirty-Two Styles, Tai Chi, and the Seven Stars Technique from our Master.”

Cheol Woo-young answered forcefully.

The ambassador who fell from the cliff was now in a state of headache.

There were more than a few things I didn’t know that I should have known, so I explained them in detail as much as possible.

Dokgo Jin smiled bitterly after hearing the answer.

‘Taekwondo and Chilseongbo in Samjae Geombeop… Haa, really….’

The most basic of the basic martial arts of the non-partisan faction.

In particular, one could learn the Samjae Sword Technique and Taegeuk Chuan without formally joining the shamanist sect.

Even street vendors know how to spread it.

The only difference is that the posture is clearly defined.

‘I can’t let these Dokgo Kang priests learn such trashy martial arts.’

Dokgo Kang, who had become Dokgo Jin, gathered his thoughts and spoke confidently while looking into the bright eyes of the priests.

“From now on, this ambassador will teach you better martial arts.”

If the priests’ martial arts become stronger, wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you?

“Really?”

“Your Majesty! Do you know a really better martial art?”

“Wow! Is this real?”

Four of the priests greeted us with bright smiles.

Dokgo Jin felt happier than ever when he saw that sight.

‘Those guys really like it.’

That was when.

“Oh my, now that I look at it, it looks like our ambassador had some kind of hidden martial arts ability.”

Sa Jong-hak came into the yard with Yeong-ho-cho, twisting the corners of his lips as if he found it funny.

The faces of the other priests, including Cheol Woo-young, darkened.

“Let’s hear what kind of martial arts you’re going to teach me, Ambassador.”

Sa Jong-hak raised his chin and said with a sneer.

“That’s it….”

Dokgo Jin, who was trying to answer confidently, trailed off.

I knew a lot of martial arts.

I could say more than twenty things in one breath.

However, the martial arts he knew were different from the martial arts of the shamans. Most of them were killing techniques, hegemony techniques, and demonic techniques.

The gap in level was too big.

If priests today tried to learn such martial arts, their blood and energy would become entangled and their bodies would be ruined.

I don’t know anything about the martial arts of Jeongpa.

In the end, I just roughly glossed over it.

“I will learn it later and teach it to you.”

Then I glanced at the priests, thinking they would look disappointed.

However, the eyes of the four priests, excluding Sajonghak and Yeonghocho, were still sparkling with anticipation.

“If the ambassador teaches me, I will study hard!”

“Please teach me some really cool martial arts, Master!”

“The ambassador is the best!”

Dokgo Jin smiled broadly without realizing it.

I really liked all the priests, except for two.

“Huh. Are you kidding me? You’re trying to scam the priests without even knowing it.”

Sa Jong-hak sneered and mocked.

Dokgo Jin felt upset.

What’s wrong with a guy who’d explode with a snap of a finger?

But the current self was not Ma Cheon-jon.

He was just a seventeen-year-old patient who had difficulty even walking, let alone running.

But I didn’t want to look discouraged, so I spoke coldly.

“When did I ever cheat? I said I would learn and teach you.”

In the meantime, Sa Jong-hak, who had come up close to me, made a face and urged me softly.

“Stop talking nonsense and get better soon. That way we won’t have a hard time. It’s just us who are having a really hard time because you’re lying down.”

Akmun Dokgo Jin glared at Sa Jong-hak with a flushed face.

When we stood close together, he seemed taller than me and his body felt sturdy.

“you….”

“Fuck, you fell off a cliff and turned around… If you don’t want to get hit, then look down. You don’t think I’ll let it go just because it hurts, do you?”

“…….”

Dokgo Jin’s clenched fist trembled.

‘What the hell have these kids done?’

It seemed like I had suffered worse than I had heard.

Well, from the priests’ point of view, they couldn’t say anything harsh because they had to save face.

At that moment, Lee Jang-san’s voice flew into the back of my head.

“What’s going on?”

Dokgo Jin turned his head back.

Lee Jang-san was coming out of the room with his back bent over.

He said he wasn’t feeling well lately, but it seemed he was feeling worse than he thought.

Dokgo Jin felt angry when he saw Jangsan.

‘That kid! How on earth did he manage his disciples?’

But Sa Jong-hak turned around and smiled.

“It’s nothing, Master. It’s just that the Grand Master is teaching the disciples a new martial art.”

Dokgo Jin was dumbfounded by Sa Jong-hak’s sudden change in attitude.

Is this how you’ve been deceiving your master all this time?

“A new martial art? Is it true, Jin-ah?”

Lee Jang-san asked with a surprised expression, not knowing the speed.

Dokgo Jin was even more annoyed by Jangsan Lee’s appearance.

‘I guess you don’t know what’s going on among your disciples.’

But now, rather than worrying about that, it was more important to solve the situation in front of me.

“That… he said he would teach me later when I learned great martial arts.”

“Really? Well, you’re an ambassador, so you have to take good care of the priests.”

Knock, knock, knock… .

As soon as he finished speaking, Lee Jang-san coughed several times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed.

“Whew, you guys are having a hard time because this master is so incompetent. The only martial arts he really knows are the Samjae Sword Technique of the Wudang School, Tai Chi, and Chilseongbo….”

Dokgo Jin looked at Jangsan Lee with a haggard face with a look of newness.

‘But does that mean he wasn’t a fake master?’

He said, ‘I know martial arts well.’

It means that he knows other martial arts as well.

However, it was said that he did not teach anything other than ‘martial arts that he properly knew’.

It was a wise choice for Lee Jang-san not to teach his disciples the martial arts he knew so well.

For young disciples, such martial arts skills would only be harmful.

“Take it easy today and rest. It looks like it’s going to rain since it’s cloudy.”

Jangsan Lee, looking at the sky, said this, then turned around and went back into the room.

Dokgo Jin narrowed his eyes as he looked at his back.

‘He may not be capable, but he seems to treat children with sincerity.’

As Jangsan Lee entered the room and the door closed, Sajonghak turned his head towards Dokgojin.

“Ambassador, can I see you for a moment? I have something to say.”

‘Why that guy?’

Dokgo Jin, who felt embarrassed, pretended not to know and answered.

“Say it here.”

Sa Jong-hak’s eyes grew cold.

“It’s a bit awkward to say this in front of the kids.”

“Is this something that priests shouldn’t hear?”

“I know you well….”

“What can’t be said between brothers?”

“Oh, shit, really….”

Sa Jong-hak, who turned his head slightly and swore in an irritated manner, stuck his head out towards Dokgo Jin and growled softly.

“Are you really asking because you don’t know? Follow me when I say something nice.”

“You don’t like it?”

Sa Jong-hak’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected answer.

“What? You don’t like… it?”

“I’m not feeling well.”

The Dokgo Jin of today is not the Dokgo Jin of the past.

Although it was difficult to even swing my arms and legs, I couldn’t be pushed back by the momentum of a younger guy, even if I broke when I was younger.

You have to have pride.

Thud! Thud!

Sa Jong-hak, who had come close, pretended to push with his hand, clenched his fist, and hit Dokgo Jin’s chest.

Yeonghocho stood next to Sajonghak and cleverly blocked the gazes of Cheolwooyoung and Docheoksan.

It wasn’t something I’d done once or twice.

“Do you really want to try it?”

The eyes of the four-legged eagle, growling softly, flashed with venom.

“Do you think I can’t hit you just because you’re in front of the kids?”

Dokgo Jin took a step back and frowned.

‘Fuck.’

I knew what the two men were going to do and tried to avoid them. But my body, which hadn’t recovered, wouldn’t listen to me.

I had barely turned halfway when a fist struck my chest.

It was quite a sharp punch for a seventeen-year-old kid. Fortunately, I had some insight so I didn’t hit too hard.

‘We’ll see, you guys.’

Dokgo Jin piled up today’s events in his mind like a tower.

The tone of voice matched the intensity and the amount of money. He was determined to collect the debt, including the interest.

“Director, what are you doing?”

“Ambassador, are you okay?”

Cheol Woo-young and Do Cheok-san approached, shouting. Jin So-ha and So Kyung-hwan followed behind with anxious expressions.

Sa Jong-hak accepted it while mumbling.

“What are you doing, Inma? I guess the ambassador is not feeling well. Isn’t that right, ambassador?”

Cheol Woo-young bit his lip and turned his gaze to Dokgo Jin.

Dokgo Jin was quite sore where he was hit, but he pretended like nothing happened.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Do you think the director was trying to hit me?”

“But before that too….”

Cheol Woo-young was worried about the overly gentle ambassador, so he tried to say one more thing but trailed off.

If I said, ‘I got hit by Director Lee,’ I thought Director Lee would feel embarrassed.

Instead, I looked into private studies.

“Director, if you keep doing that to a sick Ambassador, I won’t tolerate it either.”

“Where did this kid come from….”

“If Director Lee said that to Ambassador Daesahyeong, then there’s no reason for me to not do it, right?”

Sa Jong-hak suddenly became annoyed.

Until Dokgo Jin fell off the cliff, he had never been able to protest so openly.

But after this incident, something was changing little by little.

Of course, if they fought, Cheol Woo-young would be no match for him. Even though the difference wasn’t that big, he could still knock him down.

The problem is that Cheol Woo-young is more of a toxic person than Yeong-ho-cho. He will keep attacking you even if he gets hit a few more times, so you have to be prepared to get hurt yourself.

Even if you hit ten times, if you get hit once or twice, it’s only a loss.

‘Ha! Did these kids eat something wrong? Or maybe… they know what happened that day…?’

At that point, Sa Jong-hak, whose feet were numb, took a step back.

“Okay, okay. If someone saw me, they’d think I was trying to hit the ambassador.”

He turned around after muttering a few words in a coquettish tone.

“Then I’ll see you later, Ambassador.”

He waved his hand dryly to Dokgo Jin and left with Yeongho Elementary School.

Only then did Cheol Woo-young, Do Cheok-san, Jin So-ha, and So Gyeong-hwan approach Dokgo Jin.

“Don’t worry too much, Ambassador. We’re on your side.”

Following Jinsoha, Docheoksan said with a smile.

“If Director Lee tries to hit me again, I’ll take the hit instead. I don’t feel pain very well, so it’s okay if I get hit.”

Dokgo Jin’s heart ached slightly.

It felt unfamiliar.

A feeling I never felt when I lived alone.

‘Oh, these guys. They really make my heart ache.’

Thanks to that, Dokgo Jin felt relieved and smiled faintly.

“I’m fine. And I’m going to teach you guys some really cool martial arts.”

The priests’ faces also brightened.

Thud, thud, thud… .

Raindrops began to fall one by one from the sky.

“Let’s go inside, it’s raining.”

Dokgo Jin urged the priests and turned around himself.

‘I don’t know how those kids will turn out.’

The Sajonghak he saw had a sinister and persistent personality.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who would give up easily just because he backed down this time.

Even the man named Yeonghocho, who rarely spoke, had poison flowing from his eyes.

The only difference from the four major studies is that the nature of the poison is closer to speculation.

Maybe they won’t have to wait long.

Like a mosquito in the bushes that cannot stand the smell of blood and spreads its wings.

‘I guess I’ll have to deal with those guys first.’