Upon awakening, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted Se-hee’s eyes. She blinked in surprise, gazing blankly at the ceiling.
‘Why am I here…?’
She was certain she had been training, so why was she lying here? She couldn’t recall anything after the 48th time she kicked the wooden log. She had been attempting to acclimate herself to a new sword.
A thin blue blanket covered her body. The pillow beneath her was plush. Observing the curtain drawn around her, it appeared she was in a hospital bed or a facility with a similar function.
She shifted to her side and then abruptly sat up in shock.
Sang-ho was seated with his legs crossed, engrossed in a book.
“Teacher?!”
“Ah, you’re awake.”
Seeing Se-hee regain consciousness, Sang-ho closed his book.
“I was quite taken aback when I saw you faint. Thanks to that, the school nurse was irritated. They mentioned it’s the first time someone has fainted during training on a day off.”
“I’m… sorry.”
“So, I just informed them that I’d take care of you. When you encounter them later, express your gratitude.”
“I’m sorry…”
“You don’t need to be sorry with me.”
Nevertheless, his expression bore a hint of sternness.
It wasn’t because he had to tend to a patient for several hours on his day off. With a piercing gaze, he seized Se-hee’s wrist.
It was so slender that he could feel her bones directly.
“You should apologize to your body. How much do you weigh, Se-hee?”
“40 kilograms.”
“I’ll withhold your sword until you gain 3 kilograms.”
“What?!”
Se-hee was taken aback, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Sang-ho sighed inwardly.
‘She’s obsessed with the sword… completely obsessed…’
“Gaining 3 kilograms is no big deal. And you’ll need to gain even more eventually. For now, focus on those 3 kilograms.”
“But… that sounds a bit…”
“I’m not just telling you to gain weight; you need to build muscle.”
“I, I struggle to gain weight…”
Just then, someone dramatically flung open the curtains and exclaimed,
“What’s this?! You have trouble gaining weight?”
It was Tae-hwa.
In an instant, Tae-hwa rushed to the bed and plopped herself on top of Se-hee. Her heart-shaped tail playfully slapped Se-hee’s cheeks.
“This mouth! How dare it utter such nonsense!”
“Ouch! Eek!”
Se-hee, taken aback, recoiled.
But it was only momentary. Soon, Se-hee retaliated by grabbing Tae-hwa’s cheeks. Despite her slender frame, Se-hee, who was majoring in martial arts, had the upper hand.
Caught in Se-hee’s headlock, Tae-hwa flailed her arms with a flushed face.
“Ugh… I surrender! I surrender!”
Sang-ho intervened, separating the entangled duo.
“Enough, both of you.”
“Teacher! She kept hitting me even after I surrendered!”
“You started it, Tae-hwa. Se-hee, stop too.”
“Yes.”
Se-hee calmly settled down, smoothing her disheveled hair, as if she hadn’t just been in a skirmish. Tae-hwa stuck her tongue out at her.
Sang-ho contemplated as he watched them.
Se-hee, an orphan, had grown up craving encouragement and praise from adults, while Tae-hwa, a survivor of domestic violence, had always fought against them. Their contrasting personalities stemmed from their different backgrounds.
How could he bring these two closer?
After some thought, Sang-ho spoke.
“From now on, let’s have meals together on weekends. Just the three of us.”
Tae-hwa stared at him intently.
“You’re not just going to feed us kimchi, are you?”
“I’ll buy whatever you want, whether it’s delivery or dining out.”
“Really?! Yay!”
Tae-hwa leaped up in excitement, but Se-hee appeared uneasy.
“It’s okay for me…”
“I’m buying it for you.”
Up until now, Sang-ho had believed that a teacher shouldn’t provide anything beyond lessons to a student. But he had a change of heart. A hunter’s job was to fight, and to fight, one needed a strong body.
So, feeding them properly was also a form of education.
“Whether it’s Saturday or Sunday, we’ll eat together at least once. Agreed? Starting today.”
Sang-ho looked back and forth between Se-hee and Tae-hwa.
“What would you like to eat right now?”
Tae-hwa’s eyes sparkled.
“Then, how about a blackout steak…”
“You’ve already had breakfast, so let’s exclude Tae-hwa from this one.”
“That’s not fair!”
***
After a busy weekend, Monday had arrived.
Early in the morning, Sang-ho departed from the male teachers’ dormitory. The sword he carried was his own, which he had taken from Se-hee. Se-hee’s original broken sword was also in his room.
His plan was to lend it to her only during lessons and then confiscate it afterward.
“Teacherrr~!”
A voice calling him, along with a loud thud, came from behind. Without turning around, he knew exactly who it was.
Sang-ho turned and asked,
“You’re up early, aren’t you? School hasn’t started yet.”
“Hehe, I spotted you through the window, so I came out.”
She was dressed in just a blouse and a skirt. Observing her bare feet in slippers without a vest or tie, it seemed like she had seen him while changing and immediately teleported.
As Sang-ho took note of her attire, he couldn’t help but notice that her skirt had become noticeably shorter.
“Did you shorten your skirt?”
It was so short that it was challenging to even recognize it as a skirt. Moreover, since it was a pleated skirt, it fluttered dangerously without clinging to her body. Tae-hwa responded playfully, her face beaming,
“You said you liked my legs, didn’t you?”
“I said ‘chicken legs,’ not referring to yours. This won’t do. Go change and come to school.”
Sang-ho was resolute about this; he had made up his mind not to compromise on the matter.
However, Tae-hwa pouted and gave him a mischievous look.
“I shortened all my skirts. It’s more comfortable for my tail when it’s shorter.”
“You can let your tail out above the skirt.”
“Then I’d have to wear the skirt around my hips. Do you want to see where my tail is attached?”
“You’re going to get into trouble, seriously.”
Sang-ho tried to appear stern and intimidating.
“Lengthen your skirt back to what it was last week by Wednesday. If not, I’ll tear all your skirts and make you wear pants only.”
But Tae-hwa blushed and giggled.
“That, uh, sounds kind of nice…”
“What?”
“You tearing my skirt… Hehe.”
Sang-ho stood in shock for a moment, then sighed deeply.
“Tae-hwa.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t talk to me until you’ve lengthened your skirt.”
“…What?”
Now it was Tae-hwa’s turn to be shocked.
Sang-ho quickly turned away. When Tae-hwa regained her senses, she clung to his arm.
“Hey, teacher. What’s with that~? I’m not a child…”
“…”
“My underwear won’t show, you know. I don’t even use stairs. I always teleport… When I sit, I cover with a blanket too.”
Despite Tae-hwa’s teasing and explanations, Sang-ho didn’t react. He acted as if she weren’t there.
Annoyed, Tae-hwa let go of his arm and stomped her foot.
“Ugh… whatever! I won’t talk to you either!”
“…”
“During attendance and greetings, I won’t acknowledge you! Humph!”
“…”
Sang-ho picked up his pace, attempting to hide his flushed face. If his squad members witnessed this childish scene, they’d tease him for the rest of his life.
Before entering the main building, he glanced back.
There was no sign of Tae-hwa. Only a wisp of black smoke dispersed into the air.
‘I’m not sure if this is the right approach…’
With a bitter taste in his mouth, Sang-ho headed to the staff room to prepare for his lesson.
***
Attendance time.
As Sang-ho entered the classroom, he opened the attendance book on the lectern.
“Se-hee is here.”
“Yes.”
“Na-bit is here.”
“Yes.”
Se-hee and Na-bit responded in turn.
Sang-ho let out a deep sigh.
“And Tae-hwa…”
She was absent.
The seat between Se-hee and Na-bit remained vacant.
Seeing his concern, Se-hee asked,
“Should I call her?”
“No need, she’ll show up.”
Sang-ho contemplated. She had definitely risen early and prepared herself, so why hadn’t she arrived?
There were two obvious possibilities. Either something truly unfortunate had occurred, which was highly unlikely. Or she was in a sullen mood.
‘Nevertheless, I should check.’
He decided to visit the dormitory.
As he headed towards the door, he addressed Se-hee and Na-bit,
“I’ll go see the dormitory. Keep studying.”
Then, he reached for the door.
However, just before his hand touched it, the door swung open by itself.
“─Ugh.”
Facing him, Tae-hwa recoiled in surprise.
She didn’t appear to be ill. Instead, she wore a sulky expression, with her plump red lips protruding like a baby bird.
Sang-ho discreetly checked the length of her skirt, trying to determine if she had lengthened it.
‘…How long was it originally?’
He couldn’t recall.
It was already quite short, and he hadn’t paid close attention. Consequently, it was somewhat perplexing. It seemed slightly longer, yet not by much.
‘If I can’t tell whether she lengthened it, she’ll be quite upset…’
Nevertheless, by his standards, it was still too short. In his opinion, at least half of the thigh should be covered, but Tae-hwa’s skirt barely reached above her thighs.
‘How am I supposed to remember the length of my student’s skirts?’
While examining Tae-hwa’s thighs, Sang-ho suddenly realized he was staring too conspicuously and quickly looked away. Tae-hwa’s red eyes were locked onto him.
Ignoring him, Tae-hwa walked past him and entered the classroom.
“Humph!”
With a small snort.
Sang-ho released a deep sigh.
‘Who’s at fault here…’
***
“Sang-ho, what are you staring at so intensely?”
“Huh?”
Sang-ho snapped back to reality and gazed at Seolmi.
They were in line at the teachers’ entrance of the cafeteria. Seolmi, standing ahead of him, cast a sharp glance his way with her eyes slightly narrowed.
“You seemed lost in thought… You don’t have any strange thoughts, do you?”
“No, it’s just that…”
Sang-ho lowered his head.
“A girl in my class has an extremely short skirt. We were discussing what an appropriate length should be.”
“Ah, I see. That makes sense.”
Seolmi, who had been nodding, suddenly appeared puzzled.
“But in Sang-ho’s class, there are only first-year students. How have they been here long enough to start shortening their skirts?”
“Exactly.”
“Someone must be quite bold.”
The line of teachers advanced quickly. As Sang-ho moved forward, he spotted Se-hee, Tae-hwa, and Na-bit at the front of the student line.
He hadn’t exchanged a single word with Tae-hwa since the morning.
While Tae-hwa was chatting with Se-hee and looking behind her, she quickly turned her head when she noticed him. Sang-ho tightly closed his eyes.
‘I’ll need to talk to her during the outdoor class in the afternoon…’
Being among the students, the shortness of the skirt was quite conspicuous.
Wondering if Seolmi had noticed, she nudged him and asked,
“Is that girl from your class, Sang-ho?”
“Yes.”
“It’s quite short. She might get scolded by other teachers too.”
Before he could respond, someone tapped on Sang-ho’s shoulder. He turned around.
It was Haelan.
“Ah, Principal.”
“Come to my office after lunch; we have something to discuss.”
Her tone was more business-like than usual.
He felt somewhat uneasy, but when summoned, he had to go. Sang-ho nodded.
“Yes, understood.”
Upon hearing his response, Haelan briskly walked away. Seolmi whispered in Sang-ho’s ear,
“It seems she’s going to scold you. Don’t argue back, just apologize. Understand?”
“I know. I’m not a child…”
“Still, you’re younger than me.”
Seolmi chuckled.
“Just giving some sisterly advice.”
Sang-ho wasn’t particularly amused.
If he were to be technical, he probably had a better understanding of obeying superiors from his military days. Of course, he didn’t feel the need to mention that; she meant well.
With the impending confrontation with Haelan on his mind, he followed Seolmi into the cafeteria.
***
After lunch, Sang-ho stood in front of the principal’s office.
He felt uneasy. While he wasn’t exactly afraid of getting scolded, it was undeniably a challenging and uncomfortable situation. Naturally, anyone would prefer to avoid it if possible.
But running away wasn’t an option. Sang-ho took a deep breath, collected himself, and knocked on the door.
“Principal, it’s Kang Sang-ho.”
“Come in.”
Sang-ho opened the door and entered.
Although he hadn’t been there often, the room had become somewhat familiar. Haelan gazed at him while resting her chin on the desk.
“Have a seat, Teacher Kang.”
Sang-ho sat down on the sofa, placing his hands on his knees.
“Do you know why I called you?”
“…Not exactly.”
“You don’t?”
Haelan asked in a stern tone.
However, that demeanor lasted only briefly, as she soon chuckled and waved her hand.
“Oh dear, I tried to joke like we’re in the military, but it felt too awkward. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious.”
“Honestly, I was quite apprehensive.”
“Ha ha…”
Haelan settled on the sofa in front of Sang-ho.
“As I mentioned, it’s not a big deal… There’s a student in Teacher Kang’s class who is a demon hybrid, right? The girl named Tae-hwa.”
As expected.
Sang-ho nodded.
“Yes.”
“I noticed her skirt is quite short. Were you aware?”
“Yes, I told her this morning to lengthen it.”
Hearing his response, Haelan’s expression brightened.
“I was concerned since this is your first time teaching, even though you’re proficient in combat… I just wanted to check if you were overlooking such matters or being too lenient.”
Sang-ho lowered his head.
“I apologize. I’ll make sure she lengthens it by Wednesday.”
“Will you scold her?”
“…Pardon?”
It took a moment for Sang-ho to grasp Haelan’s question. After some consideration, he replied,
“For Tae-hwa? I might, but… I’ll try to reason with her first.”
“And if reasoning doesn’t work?”
“Then…”
Sang-ho closed his eyes.
“…I’m not fit to be a teacher.”
If he can’t communicate effectively with a student through words, then he’s not qualified for teaching.
Furthermore, he had never wanted to resort to physical punishment with Se-hee, Tae-hwa, or Na-bit.
“I never wanted to use violence on Se-hee, Tae-hwa, or Na-bit from the beginning.”
“……”
“If I still can’t get through to her with words, I’ll resign from teaching.”
“There won’t be a need for that…”
Haelan gave a wry smile.
“For now, I understand. I believe Teacher Kang will handle it well. You may leave. And just so you know, I won’t accept any resignations until the end of the academic year.”
“Yes. I’ll take my leave now.”
Sang-ho stood up, bowed, and exited the principal’s office.
Then, he headed to the staff room to prepare for the afternoon class.