On my way back from work, I stopped by the market street to pick up a few items that I had pre-ordered. Once I had everything, I headed back to the White Dragon Manor and gathered the students.
Whats in the bags, Mr. Baek? Gongson Su asked, eyeing my haul with interest.
Instead of answering, I threw one bag in front of each student.
They stared at nervously, sensing that sothing was amiss.
Students, you have two minutes to change into your new martial arts gear and report back here, I said, putting so steel in my tone.
Huh?
The fuck is this all of a sudden?
Would you mind explaining
I ignored the barrage of questions, instead pulling out a red headband and securing it around my forehead. Emblazoned in the center were the words Success or Death ().
This reminds of the good old days.
Back in the Blood Cult, this red headband was my trademark.
If I win youll clean my room every morning and night.
You ought to read this at .
Determined to smash Namgoong Sus stuck up nose, Id ordered a new red headband.
I said two minutes, folks. Looks like you all have ti to spare. A smirk danced on my lips as I surveyed the clueless little lambs. Do I look like Im joking?
Go! Move it! Gongson Su, always the quickest on the uptake, darted off to his room with his bag in tow.
Hyonwon Kang and Wiji Cheon followed suit, vanishing into their rooms.
I hollered at the slowpokes, Anyone who shows up late can kiss dinner goodbye tonight.
Oof!
You scoundrel!
Nooooooo!
Like mice with their tails on fire, they sprinted to their rooms.
I leaned back, arms crossed, and watched the chaos unfold with lazy amusent.
One month
For one month, I was going to return to being a demon instructor.
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