Chapter 77 : Chapter 77

Chapter 77. I Hereby Name It the Sunrise Cut (1)

Right. I thought it would be like this.

Guys like you always react in this way.

I'm used to it, if you could call it that, but….

‘To be having this kind of obvious scuffle with brats at my age…’

Patrick let out a sigh.

At Patrick's appearance, Zordic Panola frowned and said.

“Answer me. Are you not Patrick Schneider?”

“Yes. Yes. That's right. That's me. And you, senior, must be the son of the Marquis Panola, right?”

Zordic Panola, pointed out by Patrick, twitched his eyebrow.

‘He doesn't seem surprised at all. Does that mean he knew and followed me?’

“You're quick on the uptake.”

“Hehehe. That's just one of my many strengths.”

“……”

Looking at the genuinely proud Patrick, Zordic said.

“Then do you also know why I came?”

“Revenge for your pathetic younger brother?”

“Well, it's something similar.”

Zordic naturally faced Patrick.

The surroundings were already filled with the noise of the spar, and what the two of them were saying would not be heard by the professor.

No, in fact, it wouldn't matter even if he did hear.

‘Because the professor is probably in on it too.’

Patrick had felt a subtle hostility from the professor towards him before the class.

Furthermore, from his appearance of trying to act nonchalant even when he was being openly defiant and provoking him, he had already thought, ‘Something is going to happen.’

And the result was this.

You're going to legally beat me up by having me spar during class?

If something happens during class, even if it's something serious, it can be dismissed as an accident.

Furthermore, since he couldn't run away or refuse, it was truly a checkmate.

Having grasped the entire situation, Patrick thought.

‘That's a good method. I should use it next time.’

A bastard like this was called a Great Master in his past life.

3rd graders and 1st graders.

Or 2nd graders and 1st graders, scattered here and there and continuing their spars. In that place, Patrick and Zordic also faced each other.

There was nothing strange about it.

This was a class for seniors and juniors to have a guided spar.

The only difference was that an unusual killing intent was swirling between Patrick and Zordic.

No, to be precise, should it be said that it was a killing intent being unilaterally emitted by one side?

“Don't be too scared. It's still class, do you think I'd kill you?”

“Ha…. Hahaha…”

“Just think of it as taking responsibility for what you've done. If I break your arms and legs, my father's anger will subside a bit.”

“Are you watching, Master? This is how I live. Huh? This is how I live.”

Patrick, who was muttering pitifully while looking up at the sky, couldn't help but sigh.

Who was he?

The Radiant Dragon Great Master, Jin Cheon.

He was a master among masters, who had recorded a perfect victory in 100 duels he had requested against the prominent figures of the Murim, had taken the heads of numerous evil figures of the Unorthodox Alliance, and was mentioned as the best master of the Orthodox Alliance.

Usually, when people faced such a Jin Cheon with a sword, most of them would treat him with fear, terror, and a slight sense of respect.

But that was in his past life, and….

‘To think I'd be treated like a pathetic wretch by a brat like this. Aigoo, what sin did I commit in my past life to deserve this?’

In his past life, he had committed a mountain of sins.

‘Ah…. Um…’

It seemed he did have something to be pricked by.

Anyway, that was that, and from Patrick's perspective, how did Zordic, who was looking at him with a leisurely expression that said, ‘The time for punishment begins now,’ appear?

[Woof woof! Woof woof woof!]

Are you going to bite me?

I'm really going to bite you with my sharp teeth and make it hurt. If you're scared, surrender now.

I am the puppy-nim who was born a full day ago. Huh.

“……”

It looked something like that.

Zordic, who had no way of knowing that, interpreted Patrick's desperate expression in his own way and said.

“Now, draw your sword. I'll take a few of your initial moves.”

“Right. Right, alright.”

“If you can even cut a single strand of my hair, I might even consider the matter with my younger brother to be over.”

In an instant, Patrick flinched.

“Ah, really? So that's all it takes?”

“Hoo? Do you see a glimmer of hope? But…”

Zordic raised a clear aura from his sword.

Unlike his younger brother's, the aura that clearly enveloped the blade was a sure proof of his realm, which was at the end of 3-star.

“I heard you defeated my younger brother, though I don't know what tricks you used. You must be quite confident in your own skills.”

“……”

“But I am different from my younger brother. So…”

“Ah, enough of that.”

Patrick cracked his neck from side to side and warmed up by rotating his waist, arms, and legs.

And as if to confirm once more, he said.

“You said if I cut your hair, the matter would be over, right? You definitely said that.”

“The words…”

“Then it's settled. Now, here I come.”

“…Come!”

Zordic raised his sword to the center and took his stance.

Once a battle has begun, carelessness is forbidden.

A lion uses its full strength even when catching a rabbit. So, if you've drawn your sword….

Huh?

Patrick disappeared from Zordic's sight.

He was definitely in front of him, but his figure had disappeared like a ghost.

And what he felt after that was….

Huuuuung!

“Ut…”

It was a feeling of a sudden gust of wind brushing past his body.

The wind was so strong that his body staggered, and his stance almost crumbled for a moment. And then….

“Now, it's over.”

Patrick's voice, coming from behind him.

Zordic hurriedly turned his body and looked at Patrick, who was there.

“Keuk…”

He's fast. He didn't even feel when he had gotten behind him. But….

“Haap!”

Getting behind him isn't the end. If he can't continue the attack from there, the match is still….

Bbaak!

“Keeeuk…”

With a pain that felt like his head was cracking, Zordic sat down. And Patrick looked at such a Zordic and said.

“I said it's over. Don't you understand human words?”

“Uut…. What are you talking about? This…. huh?”

In an instant, Zordic's expression hardened.

He felt a smooth texture on his hand, which he had reflexively brought up to his head due to the pain.

Strange. Why is my head so smooth?

Where did the voluminous blond hair I inherited from my father go, and it's so smooth…

“So smooth!”

And he saw it. The thread-like blond hair falling down below him.

And Patrick nodded his head and said.

“I hereby name this hairstyle the sunrise cut.”

“Noooooooooo!”

A tragic scream echoed through the training ground.

* * *

“Ahem…. I've really become kind.”

Patrick was proud.

How could he not be?

He didn't beat the puppy that had bared its teeth at him to a pulp, nor did he cut its head off, nor did he mince its entire body into hundreds of pieces.

He just neatly cut off its hair without any pain…. Ah, well, he did hit him on the head once, but that was unavoidable.

Anyway, he peacefully resolved the incident by neatly cutting off only the hair on top, leaving the side hair out of pity.

“Ah, is this perhaps the ‘mercy’ my Master talked about so much? Seeing as I feel proud after doing it, I think it's right.”

No. It's not.

It's not, you bastard.

“Ahem. To think I've shown mercy in the world. It's something I've never done in my past life.”

Even though he was of the Orthodox Alliance and was a Great Master.

“The Shaolin kids said you have to show mercy to go to paradise. Am I going to paradise when I die this time?”

That's impossible.

No matter where the place is, the moment this bastard goes there, that place will become hell.

Anyway, looking at the results alone, it was a truly, truly surprising thing, but the matter was resolved quite moderately.

Patrick hadn't beaten up the opponent who had attacked him, nor had he beaten him to a pulp, nor had he finished him off.

Of course, Zordic, whose hair had been cut, had foamed at the mouth and charged at Patrick to kill him after confirming the state of his hair.

[I'll kill you! I'll kill this punk!]

[Eh, it suits you, why are you like this?]

[Uwaaaaaaaah!]

[Oh? Now that your face is red, it really looks like a scene from a sunrise.]

[Ke…. keeeeeu…]

In the end, Zordic grabbed the back of his neck, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed.

Looking at Zordic being carried to the infirmary by his comrades after that, Patrick said to those around him.

[Doesn't that look better than before?]

Is this bastard even human?

It couldn't have been a coincidence that all the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders thought the same thing.

“Anyway, he must have confirmed the difference in our skills. Now, if the thing called a brain in his head functions properly, he won't attack me again.”

Patrick thought so.

In fact, it wasn't just about making him have a ridiculous hairstyle.

To have made someone's hair like that in a single move during a spar was only possible because there was an enormous difference in skill between Patrick and Zordic.

Zordic, too, had blood rushing to his head at that moment, but….

“Pfft! It's funny even just thinking about it again.”

His personality….

Anyway, when he came to his senses and his blood cooled down, he would realize the difference in skill between him and Patrick.

Who would attack when the difference in skill was so clear? Wouldn't they?

To Patrick, who was chuckling while thinking about yesterday's events, April approached and said.

“Young Master. A letter has arrived.”

“A letter? From whom?”

“It's from someone named Zordic Panola.”

“…The purpose?”

“It's written ‘Duel Challenge’.”

“…Oh.”

The kid hasn't come to his senses.

What on earth should I do with him?

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