I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

We, who were imprisoned in the facility, had to endure daily abuse disguised as “training.” Every morning, we had to run about 8 kilometers, and after that, we ate dog food-like breakfast and immediately headed to the martial arts training room.

However, no matter how I thought about it, the martial arts training after breakfast felt malicious. This was because the training partner was always my partner, and since I was always thrown by Baek, I had to vomit everything I ate that day.

The adults there primarily taught striking techniques like boxing, but didn’t teach any grappling techniques like judo. But somehow, she had learned those techniques and used them on me—‘every day.’

Baek handed me a bottle of water and asked.

“Baeksa, have you thrown up everything?”

“I feel like I won’t need breakfast because of you. Where the hell did you learn that technique?”

“I learned it from my dad. My dad is really strong.”

“So why were you brought here? If your dad is so strong, he wouldn’t have let you come here.”

It was a pure question. At least I didn’t have a family. I was curious why someone with parents would end up here. Baek made a bitter expression and answered.

“My dad… he collapsed because of an illness… He was worried about the surgery fees… Then some man in the hospital lobby told us that he would pay for my dad’s surgery if we followed him. So I confirmed that my dad’s surgery fees were covered, and I followed him. Hehe… I’m thorough, right?”

“Ah…”

“Why are you making that face? Am I not awesome?”

“… Yeah, you’re awesome.”

At that time, I couldn’t understand why anyone would sacrifice themselves for someone else. I always put myself first, I was the most important, and I could sacrifice others if it was for my benefit.

“But, can you teach me those techniques?”

“What techniques?”

“The ones you used on me. Throwing me, tripping me, bending my arm… Wait, now that I think about it, you really did a lot to me.”

“Hehehe… You really want to learn those?”

Baek extended her hand to me. Her smile was so dazzling and beautiful that, without thinking, I reached out my hand.

Then, Baek grabbed my hand tightly and…

She immediately locked in an armbar.

“Ahhh!”

“Look carefully, this is called an armbar!”

“You crazy bitch, get it off me!!!”

“Oh? Is that how you speak to your master?”

“No, you crazy bitch, get this off me!!!”

“Breaking out of an armbar is also part of the training, you know?”

I was stuck in the armbar for about 20 minutes, and for dinner that day, I had to eat with only my left hand. Baek still wore a face as if she didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Her expression was so irritating that, without thinking, I hit her forehead with a spoon that I was using to eat something like stew.

Naturally, a fight broke out. Of course, I got my ass handed to me. Damn it, at the time, I only knew some pathetic boxing, but she mixed in judo and all kinds of martial arts, so there was no way I could win.

“Goddamn, you crazy bitch…”

“I’m not crazy.”

Even while cleaning up the spilled food, I kept learning martial arts from her.

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After some time, the adults made us spar with other kids as well. Honestly, there were some who were physically overwhelming or had exceptional athletic abilities, making them tough to fight. But most of the others were easy to handle.

Because the one I fought with every day was the crazy girl who had mastered judo and all sorts of martial arts.

“Hey, how do you get so good at martial arts? Even if your dad was a martial arts instructor, how the hell can a girl beat people up like that?”

“Well, I’m a Cheonma, so it’s natural.”

“Cheonma? Like that drink you get in the car?”

I had a memory of seeing Cheonma(Heavenly Deamon) tea at a convenience store when I was little.

“Hehe… Alright, then I, Cheonma Baek, will personally explain it.”

“Here we go again, you crazy bitch.”

“Cheonma is the founder of the Cheonma Sect, an absolute being with the strongest martial arts. It doesn’t follow the orthodox rules and doesn’t compromise with the evil of blood cults or anything like that. An absolute powerhouse who goes his own way, no matter what! That’s Cheonma! Got it?”

“Well, I don’t know what Cheonma is, but I can definitely tell that you’re a crazy bitch who exceeds anything I could imagine.”

“You dare speak like that to the disciple of the greatest deity of all? You want to see the Cheonma martial arts, huh?”

Saying this, Baek started hitting my forearm. Cheonma martial arts wasn’t a cute little tap; I had a bruise on my left arm.

“Goddamn, I’ll punch you so hard!”

“How dare you hit a woman? And I’m one year older than you, you know? You’re disrespecting your elders? Want a Confucian punch?”

She taught me the Confucian punch. The original form of the Confucian punch hurt a lot. I had a bruise on my right arm.

“Hey! This really hurts!”

“Does it hurt? I’m hurt too.”

“How can you be hurt while hitting me?!”

“Ah, you won’t accept it, huh?”

Baek would always tell me about things she had seen outside. Anime, movies, dramas, novels, the internet, and even games… She told me a lot of things. Until then, I had no complaints about being locked up in the facility, but after hearing those stories, for the first time, I wanted to get out.

I started to get curious about what she was talking about. Until then, my only concerns were about food and warmth, but for the first time, I had an interest in something else. However, the adults wouldn’t let us go outside.

“If we went outside… I would want to try that game you mentioned. From what you say, it sounds really fun.”

“Not all games are fun, you know. There are games based on luck, or those run by money-obsessed assholes.”

“Well, I guess game companies need to make money too…?”

“If you say that in front of people who play games, you’ll get called a pawn and end up getting beaten to death.”

Baek said this while pretending to throw a punch at me. At the time, I didn’t understand what a crazy thing she had just said. But later on, when discussing reward issues in a game, I would find myself cursing at people saying that kind of thing.

“So, what’s the most fun game?”

“Hmm… Tales of Abyss was fun… Ah, Half-Life 3… Forget that… There are many, but for me, the best was Draginity Fantasy 1.”

“What kind of game is that?”

“It’s an RPG that mixes Western and Eastern styles… Eight companions go on an adventure to kill the Demon King.”

“Sounds kind of cliché.”

Immediately, a slap came flying at me.

“Cliché? It’s a classic! Take that back! If you don’t like clichés and want something innovative, go play The Last of Us 2!”

“What’s that?”

“Something like that exists. It calls itself a game, but it’s a toxic waste you wouldn’t even play if someone gave it to you.”

At that time, I didn’t know what game she was talking about. But later, I wanted to correct Baek’s words. “Toxic waste” was too good a term for it, and I wanted to tell them to apologize to the real toxic waste.

“But you know, the more I look at you, the more you look like a character from that game.”

“Where?”

“Your looks… The way you handle chopsticks… how you eat so messily… the way you get mad but still seem cute because you’re weak… Or how you’re smart but still have a lot of clumsy traits…”

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment at all.”

“Ah, did I get caught?”

We fought that day too. Of course, I got my ass handed to me. But that day, I was able to land one punch on her chin.

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The next day, the adults called us and handed us a small knife.

Then they threw bound men and women in front of us. They literally tossed the people up. These people, with gags in their mouths, were mumbling something as they struggled.

The man who was the leader of the adults crossed his arms and spoke.

“Today’s training is murder. No matter how much you learn techniques, if you can’t use them on a person, it’s garbage. Today, you must kill these people. Ah, after three hours, we’ll release all of them. But if even one of them escapes, you all die. Do you understand what I mean?”

The adults even showed us tears and made awkward bows, begging for their lives. But at that time, I couldn’t understand. If those people survive, we would all die. Does that mean they want us to die? I thought those people were incredibly selfish.

While everyone else hesitated, I grabbed the knife and walked forward without a second thought. I then stabbed the shoulder of the woman who had shown me tears.

The lukewarm blood splashed onto my face, which made me feel bad. That was about the extent of my feeling.