EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school-Chapter 944: The Last School Refusal (2)

Looking at their haggard faces, I should have felt sorry for them, but in the current situation, I didn’t.

On the contrary, seeing the two of them full of spirit made me feel uplifted.

‘Seeing them so angry, my efforts will pay off.’

Before the sparring yesterday, Kwak Kyung-gu had vaguely guessed that my side was a step ahead, and he had been cautious.

Maeng Hyo-don, no matter how well the second-year students fought, didn’t think he would lose when paired with Kwak Kyung-gu. He only thought about how to appeal as a dealer.

Neither of them would have expected to lose so humiliatingly.

"Hello, should we spar again today?"

"Of course."

"Absolutely! I wasn't ready yesterday. This time, we've even had a strategy meeting in a place where you can’t hear, so be prepared!"

Kwak Kyung-gu let out a short sigh while watching Maeng Hyo-don, who was blabbering about having a plan.

It seemed that the two of them had stayed up all night, planning and strategizing while breaking down their tactics.

The initial motivation I provided had clearly worked.

If I had acted relaxed after being so thoroughly defeated by a first-year student, it wouldn’t have ended well.

It’s always difficult to make someone who has no motivation grow.

Meanwhile, Park Seung-hyun, who had celebrated our great victory together yesterday, seemed full of spirit.

Before I asked him to form a team, Park Seung-hyun had proposed it himself.

"Yishin, if we're sparring again, I'll join! I think I can handle Gwanglim even better this time."

"He's been talking about Gwanglim since yesterday."

Hearing Kim Hyun-gu’s words from beside me, it seemed like Park Seung-hyun was eager to practice with "the general leading the army" again.

Having made such a tough request, he must have been exhausted, but seeing Park Seung-hyun’s state, I didn’t think there was any need to worry.

‘Should I give him an even tougher task today?’

Gwanglim needs to be manipulated as delicately as threading a needle, so it will be painfully difficult, but there’s no other way until he gets used to it.

Since he enjoyed practicing with Gwanglim, Park Seung-hyun probably wouldn’t mind.

As I was lost in thoughts of whether he would be happy or frustrated if he knew, Cheon Dong-ha spoke up.

"The first-year training camp ends today. When the two first-years join tomorrow, I’ll be leaving."

With the three-night, four-day youth training camp schedule ending today, two first-years would join tomorrow morning, and Cheon Dong-ha would leave.

Cheon Dong-ha had said from the start that he would leave when the first-years arrived, so it was a natural progression.

The reason he was saying this now was to subtly inform me that it would no longer be possible to request schedule adjustments from him.

Reading his intent, I responded.

"Training can continue until today. Thank you for considering it."

"Is that so? You all seem tired, and there's not much time left."

"You'll see for yourself."

From the beginning, both Cheon Dong-ha and I had expected a rematch, so the schedule was quickly organized.

Though the schedule was set, we had allocated part of the breakfast time for the sparring session.

Given the time and the sudden arrangement, I thought there would be very few spectators, but everyone, including the coaching staff, gathered in Eunryeong-gwan.

"...Vice president."

As I changed into my school sports uniform in the locker room and came out, I faced Maeng Hyo-don, who had been waiting.

It seemed that Maeng Hyo-don had something to say since breakfast, but he hadn’t found the right moment and hadn’t even greeted me.

I debated whether to apologize or ask something else first, and then said.

"Did you sleep well? Didn’t you have any strange dreams?"

"Uh... I slept well without any dreams."

I was relieved by Maeng Hyo-don’s words.

Given that there were traces of the nightmare lingering, it was possible the nightmare left some remnants.

I had thought that a part of the nightmare that attacked Maeng Hyo-don might still be lingering, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

To be honest, I couldn’t really know whether Maeng Hyo-don had dreamt or not.

Just like how I, who had carried the nightmare all along, had thought I didn’t dream.

‘But at least he didn’t have a nightmare.’

I sighed with relief and apologized.

"Sorry, that nightmare was my fault."

"I told you it’s nothing. It’s okay."

Maeng Hyo-don didn’t seem very surprised, perhaps already having guessed what had happened.

He quickly came to the conclusion as if someone had helped him figure it out.

There was one more thing bothering me.

‘Did Maeng Hyo-don immediately think of the Dreamcatcher and hang it up after having the nightmare? Something doesn’t feel right.’

Even if Maeng Hyo-don had brought the Dreamcatcher on the first day, he would have likely forgotten about its existence the next day.

If he had dreamed a nightmare, wouldn’t someone have suggested he hang the Dreamcatcher?

Since Maeng Hyo-don wouldn’t have voluntarily brought up the nightmare, it must have been someone observant enough to notice and conclude that he’d had a nightmare.

And knowing that Maeng Hyo-don had the Dreamcatcher, it seemed likely someone from our class was behind this.

"The remaining camp days will be spent in Joo Su-hyeok’s room."

"...Can’t we change that? You’re okay with it, right?"

"It’s nothing to me. Sorry."

"Oh, I didn’t mean for you to apologize. But are you really okay?"

Maeng Hyo-don, looking displeased by my apology, muttered and then finished his words.

"Got it. I’ll go study math with Joo Su-hyeok."

Being with me must have been strange and uncomfortable, considering the nightmares, but Maeng Hyo-don seemed unfazed. He only asked if I was okay a few more times before leaving.

With that, the time for the rematch drew near.

"Hmm, as a reporter, I can’t miss this big match! Since we’re out of time, I’ll do the interview all at once afterward."

Although she wasn’t staying in the camp, Moon Sae-ron, who had permission to report, spoke while adjusting her device camera.

Moon Sae-ron seemed more focused on taking dramatic shots to create a photo book of Joo Su-hyeok and An Da-in than on the sparring session itself, but I personally hoped she’d pay more attention to this event.

"Hey, do well."

"Our Miro’s cheering for you, Vice President of Class 0!"

Jeong Hae-on, the only third-year student from Class 0 who participated, cheered similarly.

The seniors of Class 0, spending their last summer vacation with Jeong Hae-on, had been caught up in fun rather than their future careers, but Jeong Hae-on chose to stay in camp.

The reason was probably because of Dokgo Miro.

Like Moon Sae-ron, Jeong Hae-on had received permission to take camp photos.

There was a condition to submit the photos later for school promotional materials, but most of the pictures were of Dokgo Miro, so I doubted how much they would help.

‘Thinking ahead, I might need to ask these two for help later.’

Though Baekho-gun had talked about various things yesterday, I still had a lot to learn.

I would need to make new moves to gather information, and to do that, I might need their help.

But I was still just vaguely thinking about it, without any concrete plans.

For now, I had to focus on the growth of the two in front of me.

"...Will you use only swords again this time?"

"Yes."

"Any thoughts on using all the items?"

"I’ll use a sword with the All Things Usage skill."

Kwak Kyung-gu, after looking at the item card in my hand, spoke sharply.

Since I was facing Kwak Kyung-gu, a master of dual swords, choosing to use only swords, despite being able to handle many weapons, seemed like I was intentionally provoking him.

But instead of reprimanding me for underestimating my senior, Kwak Kyung-gu took a deep breath.

Since I had been defeated so easily just a few dozen seconds ago, he probably thought he couldn’t complain if I was underestimated.

Before the sparring began, I said something important.

"Senior, both of you should use Gwanglim."

"You?"

"I’ll use it too if needed."

I probably wouldn’t need it here, though.

If I used Gwanglim and selected a playable character that no one here would recognize, my power wouldn’t be revealed. I just didn’t need to use it now.

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Yong Je-geon and Yeom Jun-yeol, who had noticed that I wasn’t planning to use Gwanglim, openly showed disappointment, but I pretended not to notice.

Maeng Hyo-don, confused, protested loudly.

"How can we use Gwanglim if you’re not using it?"

"Park Seung-hyun uses Gwanglim. And whether someone uses it or not isn’t important."

Even after hearing my words, the two of them still seemed displeased.

Despite their frustration, they hesitated to use Gwanglim, indicating they were still far from being ready.

I looked at Maeng Hyo-don and Kwak Kyung-gu directly and shared my thoughts.

"The goal of this camp is to get strong enough to represent Eun-gwang High. Both of your Gwanglim are famous here. So, please use them openly to counter my strategies."

Revealing something about Gwanglim should be done cautiously, but fortunately or unfortunately, the two’s Gwanglim were already well-known within the school.

The story of Kwak Kyung-gu drinking soju in front of the dojo after being displeased with his 100-second Gwanglim and being hit with a soju bottle by the Iron Blood Twin Swords was famous. Similarly, Maeng Hyo-don often ended up in a fire prison when using Gwanglim to summon a broken branch in front of Yeom Jun-yeol.

Since there were people watching, there was no need to hide Gwanglim. They should focus on refining and honing their skills.

"Senior, you both prepared for yesterday, and fighting with Gwanglim will make it harder, right...?"

After Maeng Hyo-don and Kwak Kyung-gu asked for a strategy meeting regarding Gwanglim, the sparring was delayed for a few minutes.

During that time, I spoke with Park Seung-hyun.

Though Park Seung-hyun seemed concerned about their Gwanglim, he hadn’t lost his morale.

I decided to make use of that.

"When I listened to the marching song yesterday, I thought the song could narrow the target range more effectively than just determining the target."

"Huh?"

"This time, use my right arm to narrow the range."

Having successfully limited the target in one go, Park Seung-hyun was able to narrow the scope even further than just identifying enemies.

He didn’t respond quickly, though, his mouth hanging open in confusion.

Earlier, I compared Park Seung-hyun using Gwanglim to running and rolling on a balance beam while singing, but now it was like asking him to run and roll while singing only the most difficult part of the song, reducing the beam’s area by half.

"I’ll start with a higher output from the beginning. Hold for 10 seconds, then send the melody of the marching song into the Inseomnium and pass it to my right arm."

"Can... I do it?"

"You can."

Since I had succeeded with a playable character in FlmaGo, I was confident that Park Seung-hyun, who had more room to grow, would definitely succeed.

The question was whether it would happen now or later, but I was certain it would work.

After our strategy meeting, a few minutes later, Kwak Kyung-gu and Maeng Hyo-don had finished their discussion.

Maeng Hyo-don occasionally raised his voice in excitement, but it seemed he had learned something from yesterday, as his voice wasn’t heard completely.

"Shall we start then?"

"I’ll be the referee this time."

"Oh, yes. I expected that."

Before Cheon Dong-ha could ask, Yong Je-geon volunteered to be the referee.

Yong Je-geon spoke in the same relaxed tone as yesterday.

"Start!"