Become A Music Monster Overnight! [EN]: Chapter 13

6. Black Tiger

-Roar!-

A muscleman wearing a black tiger mask struck a threatening pose.

“What are you doing?”

“…Aren’t you scared?”

“Should I be scared?”

At my words, Master Jang Tae-shik, who was next to me, looked at the black tiger mask with a truly disgusted expression and said,

“It *is* scary. In a different way.”

Then, as if confiding only in me, he raised his voice, loud enough for everyone to hear, implying the guy was a neighborhood crazy.

“You son of a bitch!”

-Twitch twitch!-

*Then* I was scared.

My body stiffened for a moment at the roar, which was far more intense than the first.

Fortunately, however, the black tiger mask was aiming for Master Jang Tae-shik, and only after hearing his desperate scream did he approach me again.

“It seems like it hasn’t caught on in Korea yet, but in the West, there’s something called Halloween. It’s a tradition where children dressed as ghosts or characters go around from house to house saying, ‘Trick or treat!’ and get candy.”

“…Why are you doing that, Master?”

I asked, because he looked a million miles away from doing anything cute. He shook his head.

“Adults have their own culture, too.”

“Oh… So, is the Captain dressed up as a black tiger?”

“No, to be exact, it’s the Black Tiger Mask! When I was young, a hero wearing this mask saved the world by defeating villains.”

“He’s a pervert. He walked around in his underwear in broad daylight!”

Master Jang’s groaning voice could be heard from afar, but the Captain didn’t care. Instead, he took off the mask and brought a face scarier than the tiger mask to me, saying,

“Anyway, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“What else? About naming our team Black Tiger.”

“Um. It’s a bit…”

‘Isn’t it childish?’ I was about to say, but Master Jang’s voice rang out again.

“You crazy bastard. Black Tiger? Did you eat your age with your ass!”

“That son of a bitch! How dare he insult Black Tiger!”

The roar was so fierce that I felt my body swaying like a reed right in front of him. Then, when his gaze shifted back to me, I gave a thumbs up with a smiling face.

“It’s the best. Black Tiger. There’s no better name than that.”

“…”

“…Monster. Even if you do well in the future, never act! What *is* that~ Ugh, goosebumps.”

That day, I had to add acting to the list of things I had no talent for.

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-Slurp slurp!-

A giant man was looking down at Young-chan, who was noisily eating a special iced caramel macchiato with plenty of whipped cream from C’est la vie, which he could now enjoy without paying.

The man, whose age was difficult to guess if it weren’t for his half-white, long white hair, was striking in many ways.

His menacing face, which would make even the bravest people flinch, and his massive, muscular build, comparable to a Baekdu Jangsa [a traditional Korean wrestling champion, typically over 140kg], were certainly intimidating.

He didn’t seem to like Young-chan, who didn’t show any fear in front of him, and finally took off his sunglasses.

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