Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 94

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 94

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius Episode 94

First Practical Assessment (4)

One by one, the remaining students took the practical exam.

As before, very few students succeeded on their first attempt.

In fact, none did.

After Seo Yerin, out of 1,000 students, only 3 succeeded on their first try.

Even when the students and teaching assistants thought the Grade 1 cut-off would drop, some students confidently aced the test.

“Leona, you supported the log with one hand and smashed it with the other in one go.”

“So, what grade is it?”

“Grade 1.”

A lion beastkin named Leona split a log in half with her bare hands, without using any magic or weapons.

A student who passed the practical exam with only overwhelming grip strength and physical strength. Her physical abilities even surpassed the giant Kim Suho.

The evaluating teaching assistants racked their brains, but after seeing Namgung Seongjin chuckling, they gave her a Grade 1 without hesitation.

‘If I get caught in those hands, I’ll be torn to shreds.’

—Contractor, you will probably be torn like jerky.

‘……I understand, you didn’t need the analogy.’

That girl is also promising.

Not a heroine, but the second daughter of the Leonhardt family, possessing the heart and abilities of a lion. Putting everything else aside, Leona and Kim Suho would be the best in terms of physical ability.

Her physical abilities must be at least a B grade on average, right?

Or maybe even higher.

I’m so jealous I could die.

I have to wear all sorts of accessories like rings, earrings, and necklaces just to barely match the average of the freshmen.

“Lee Ji, please come forward.”

The 1,458th student.

Lee Ji, who was quite far back in the line, succeeded in cutting down a huge bamboo tree after twenty strikes with an axe.

At first, like the other students, she struck a fancy pose for nothing and wasted five chances.

After regaining her senses, she managed to finish the assessment after about fifteen additional strikes.

“Twenty strikes would probably be between Grade 4 and Grade 5.”

“It depends on the number of successful people. If Grade 1 fills more than 4% here, it’ll be Grade 6. If the number of Grade 1 and Grade 2 students is insufficient, it’ll be Grade 4. If you’re lucky, you might even aim for Grade 3.”

“By the way… why are you here?”

“Why, can’t your ex-fiancé be nearby? Are you discriminating against me compared to the other students?”

“Do as you please. But you know your turn is coming up soon, right?”

“Of course.”

Isabel was full of confidence.

I don’t know if it’s because her major is magic engineering, so she can just take this practical exam casually, or if she has prepared something separately.

Soon, her turn came.

“Isabel, you chose a thin rapier for the test. Is there a reason why you specifically chose a rapier, which is good for thrusting?”

“Will I lose points if I don’t answer that?”

“No, not at all. I was just curious as to why you chose a rapier instead of an easy axe.”

“Then I don’t need to answer.”

“That’s right, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

She finished the practical exam in an instant and smiled brightly.

While many male students blushed and clutched their chests at her beautiful smile, I felt uneasy that the smile was directed at me.

“Then I’ll remain silent.”

“Alright, Isabel. You passed with one strike, so it’s Grade 1.”

Her assessment concluded with a Grade 1.

Tamamo, who had been observing her from beginning to end, raised a question.

—Did you see what just happened? I couldn’t figure out what happened. Ah, but instead… hehe… I definitely saw the girl’s smile.

‘It’s not about speed. The key was breathing.’

Tamamo glanced back and forth between Isabel and me, as if she suspected something.

I ignored her.

Isabel achieved the result by making the most of her body without magic or [Body Enhancement]. The secret is breathing.

However, handling breathing so flexibly is only possible for martial artists.

And even then, only those at a considerable level.

At least at the level of Seong Yenhwa or Seo Yerin.

‘Even though opposites attract.’

You’ve mastered magic, so you’re also good at martial arts?

That’s absurd.

I’m a very special case, and I wouldn’t have been able to learn magic in such a short time without the [Magic Divinity].

As my head grew complicated, Namgung Seongjin shouted in a loud voice.

“Okay, with this, all the practical assessments before the midterm exam are over. Finally, we have calculated the grades of all the first-year students on the spot, so we will announce the grades.”

Chilseong’s work is fast.

The grading criteria for the practical assessment have long been announced to the students and teaching assistants. Based on this, grading is completed during the practical assessment.

“Now, we will call out the students to fill the remaining 80 spots for Grade 1, in addition to the students who passed the practical assessment in one go.”

Thump, thump, everyone’s heart was pounding.

Seong Yenhwa and Isabel confidently expected Grade 1, while Seo Yerin was anxious even though it was already confirmed.

She was nervous that her name might not be called.

You’re confirmed for Grade 1, you idiot.

Why are you so nervous?

She was trembling like an aspen.

“…Isabel, Seong Yenhwa, Kyle Iris, Choi Jincheol, Kim Suho. And Seo Yerin. That’s a total of 80 students in Grade 1.”

She seemed to let go of her tension only after her name was called.

No, you were confirmed from the start.

By the way, there are 3 Grade 1 students in my group.

Half of them.

I was thinking that I taught them very well when.

“Wait a minute. I object!”

A man jumped up from his seat and stood between me and Namgung Seongjin.

The sword at his waist indicated that he belonged to the Department of Martial Arts.

“Mugung? Why all of a sudden? Did I miss something?”

Mugung. The powerhouse of martial arts whom Namgung Seongjin selected as his head teaching assistant.

His shadow flickered under his feet for a moment.

Mugung, feeling that everyone’s eyes were on him, smirked. Especially at me.

…What is this, a signal?

His smile was quite unpleasant.

* * *

“Professor, this isn’t right.”

Mugung said to Namgung Seongjin as if he were complaining.

There was a strange charm in his words that drew people in, but my mental discipline was not so weak as to be swayed by such things.

“I repeat, Mugung. If you have something to say, get to the point. Since this moment is an official occasion to conduct practical assessments, you are not my close younger brother Mugung, but the head teaching assistant.”

Head teaching assistant, the position closest to the professor.

It was a position at the top of the teaching assistants.

Since most of the teaching assistants were graduates of Chilseong, the head teaching assistant had to be backed by skills and achievements worthy of the position.

And Mugung was a man who satisfied both of those requirements.

“Isn’t it absurd that more than half of the students taught by Teaching Assistant Baek Seungwoo received Grade 1?”

“So, what’s your point?”

“Unless all the students have the same major as him—sword, spear, axe, magic, etc.—aren’t they too different? In my opinion, he definitely hired masters for each specialty with money.”

Thinking about it, that was true.

Usually, temporary teachers take in children of the same major or field as themselves in order to teach students in a short period of time.

A teacher like me who brought in all kinds of fields.

Probably… doesn’t exist, right?

Mugung clung to that point.

It is impossible for one person to teach so many fields of students at the same time and get good results.

So he must have hired skilled instructors with money to teach them. This was his position and delusion.

A guess with no proper basis.

He was just patching together plausible delusions like rags and pretending to be logical.

But when you look inside, it’s empty.

However, people began to listen to Mugung’s opinion and nod their heads. The basis is not important.

What matters is who is making the claim.

Mugung is the head teaching assistant who is trusted by people.

On the other hand, I am a temporary teacher who just joined this year, and I made three out of six students in my group Grade 1.

Moreover, my personality and behavior are dirty.

In this situation, it is strange not to listen to Mugung’s claim. That’s how agitation starts.

‘……Come to think of it, I’ve heard that voice somewhere before.’

Mugung’s voice.

If my memory is correct, our first meeting was in the grand auditorium.

It seems like it was the time when I was selecting students as a temporary teacher.

I think he stood next to me at that time and muttered his ambition to ‘teach students well, achieve results, and take a step towards becoming a professor.’

It’s not a very important memory, so I don’t remember it word for word.

Maybe.

Or not.

Even if I intervene and refute here, public opinion is not on my side.

I just sat still and indulged in trivial thoughts.

As a side note, the man’s name is not the Mugung in Mugunghwa (Rose of Sharon) [the national flower of South Korea].

It’s not the Mugung (無窮) in Mugungmujin (infinite) [a state of endlessness].

Mugung (武窮) of Hoban Mu (武) and Dahal Gung (窮).

The meaning is the end of martial arts.

I don’t know who gave him that name, but his parents must be players or interested in fighting.

And if they were here right now, I think they would have liked it.

Are you watching?

Your son may not have reached the end of martial arts yet, but his fighting spirit is amazing.

That’s because he’s picking a fight with me.

Haha, it’s really annoying.

‘……Well, I didn’t think everything would be solved as I wanted.’

Life doesn’t always go as planned.

Even the most elaborate plans can easily collapse if they go wrong once.

The more elaborate and large-scale the plan, the easier it is for everything to be ruined by just a few misaligned gears.

When I make plans, I consider anywhere from dozens to hundreds of variables.

Compared to others, I plan to an extreme degree.

The crazy meticulousness I learned through failures on countless battlefields was enough to give me the arrogant title of God of War.

It was within the expected level that a man like Mugung would suddenly block my path.

However, one thing that bothered me was.

‘Where the hell did this guy come from?’

I couldn’t figure out Mugung’s origin and intentions.

I didn’t know if he had any feelings for me or what he was thinking.

“I know what you’re saying, Mugung.”

“Then…!”

“But you know that even if what you say is true, it can’t be a reason to retest the practical assessment that I made myself, right?”

Namgung Seongjin, standing in front of his head teaching assistant, bent down and made eye contact with Mugung. Mugung took a step back at the sudden closeness of his superior for a moment.

Grab!

Namgung Seongjin grabbed Mugung’s shoulders with both hands.

He grabbed him a little harder so he couldn’t step back.

“Even if he used money, if you’ve been rolling under me for four years, you’ll know what I’m going to say, right?”

Mugung nodded.

He knows it well.

Everything in the world works on the principle of power.

That’s what Namgung Seongjin, born in Murim (Martial Arts World) [a world where martial arts are highly developed and influential], always says.

But the power he speaks of does not simply mean violence.

The martial arts that Namgung Seongjin speaks of is everything in the world.

That includes power and other miscellaneous things.

‘Financial power is also a kind of martial art,’ Namgung Seongjin thinks.

So even if Baek Seungwoo hired people with money and taught his students excellent know-how, it didn’t mean much.

That was also his ability.

“But if you really insist that it’s unfair, it’s not like there’s no way at all.”

However, isn’t martial arts about fighting with fists, spears, and swords?

If Mugung really wants to express his opinion, he can just prove it with his own martial arts.

That was Namgung Seongjin’s way of thinking and his worldview itself.

“If you really want to, prove it by fighting.”

“…Aren’t you going to ask for my opinion?”

Why are you two talking without me?

I raised my hand and asked.

“Then Teaching Assistant Baek Seungwoo, do you agree to the retest? According to Mugung’s opinion, there may be some unfairness in the group you are in charge of?”

“…I have to.”

“Then it’s settled!”

Namgung Seongjin patted me on the back, saying I thought well.

Ah, I almost dislocated my shoulder from the impact just now.

I grabbed my shoulder with my hand and looked at him.

The eight families of Murim.

The eldest son of the Namgung family, Namgung Seongjin.

His solution was barbaric and undignified, unlike the family’s honor.

If this were Murim, he would have been sanctioned by other families for making such a decision unilaterally.

However, this was Chilseong, not the Namgung family of Murim.

The professor’s authority was absolute in practical assessments and other areas.

There were few people who could object to Namgung Seongjin’s opinion to hold a sparring match unless they were the chairman of the board.

And those few people were not here.

In the end, the sparring match was held.

Watching Namgung Seongjin suddenly promote the sparring match, I thought.

His old nickname that was circulating on the internet, the Mad Dog of Anhui.

He was a martial artist who loved dogfights.

Even now, if you go near Anhui Province in China, there are rumors that people are causing PTSD by being mad at the four letters Namgung Seongjin.

“I’ve always wanted to say this once in my life.”

“Fight each other as if you’re going to kill each other from now on.”

That’s not a rumor, it seems to be real.

Namgung Seongjin is really crazy.

Since the professor is like this. It’s no wonder the head teaching assistant is like that.