My Dad Is Too Strong

Hunter Academy, Class B in the first grade.

During the break, Seol Yun-hee was preparing for the next class.

The intermediate stage of the equation, one of the three mana applications. She couldn't neglect her studies because she aimed to work hard and get a scholarship next semester.

Bam!

Seol Yoon-hee's desk while studying.

Someone struck lightly with the palm of his hand.

A woman who has bleached or has an impressive light brown hair.

She was her best friend, Jung Hye-jung, to Seol Yun-hee.

"Hye-jung, why?"

"I'm going to the resort tomorrow."

a pretty full-fledged look

Jeong Hye-jung's eyes were burning with passion.

Seol Yoon-hee, who stared blankly at her, smiled.

"Yes. Have fun."

Bam!

This time, he hits the desk with both hands.

Seol Yoonhee, a little flustered, pulled her body back.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"You're going, too!"

Usually, Seol Yunhee's friends recommend her to hang out.

I didn't take part in it with one excuse or another.

No, it would be accurate to say that you rarely go.

Seol Yun-hee liked going home earlier than playing with her friends.

"I, I have to do the housework, so I don't think I can...…."

But this time it seemed inevitable.

Seol Yun-hee answered with a sigh in her mind.

"......I'll ask my father."

"Go and come back."

Dinner time.

Dojun gulped down the rice and answered immediately.

Dojun gladly allows without hesitation.

"......even though it's a two-day?"

Seol Yoon-hee made a threat to herself.

That means, what are we going to do with dinner?

In addition, he was worried that he could handle washing and brushing his teeth alone.

"It's all right."

More than half of the children in the class go.

According to Seol Yoon-hee, the grandson of the chairman of Yeonggwang Group, who enters the top 30 conglomerates, Kim Soo-yeon, will rent a resort run by her company for one day to enjoy beach rides, barbecue parties and courage experiences. It was an opportunity to make good memories for the first time in a long time, and I felt it was too harsh to ask them to stay at home.

"Are you leaving right away tomorrow?"

Nodding.

Tomorrow is Friday and the sword festival will be held at the same time.

Since many guests from outside attend, the rest of the school year except for the third-year cadets can rest at the discretion of the Academy President. That's why a friend of mine suggested that we go on a trip on Saturday.

'Well... ...do I have to do it tomorrow evening?'

Do-jun wondered what side dishes he would make.

***

The next day, 6 a.m.

Seol Yoon-hee, who got up early in the morning and packed all her luggage, was wearing shoes.

Dojun is standing in front of the front door to see her off.

Soon, to Seol Yoon-hee, wearing shoes and holding a bag with both hands.

Dojun smiled and stroked his head.

"Have fun."

Took.

Suddenly, Seol Yoon-hee, who put down her bag, stared at Do-joon quietly.

Dojun has something to say, as soon as he was about to take his mouth off.

Seol Yun-hee hugged Do-jun without saying anything.

About 10 seconds. Seol Yoon-hee undid her hug and carried her bag again.

"I'll be right back."

I left home.

Dojun, who was tilting his head.

I soon shrugged my shoulders to get ready for work.

***

a swordsmith()

A competition where third-year cadets of Hunter Academy, who are about to graduate, compete for their skills.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the academy, Dojun brought up an official letter encouraging him to participate in the sword test and checked his directions.

Initially, the academy, which was built on a site that was a mountain with a private permit, was so wide that a shuttle bus was going around, and Dojun decided to walk without taking the bus.

Even though it's less than ten o'clock.

It was already hot enough to exceed 31 degrees Celsius.

However, even in this murderous heat, Dojun was not affected a little.

'There you go.'

A large building in the form of a dome.

It was a place where academy cadets usually use it as a training ground or a practice room.

The size of the building is so big that it can accommodate up to 1,000 people easily.

On the outer wall of the building was a large banner and placard reading " .

[Photo, Video Banning Guide]

At the entrance, there was a notice saying, "Don't film the swordsmith's game."

There was a message saying, "If you upload a video of a game on the Internet, you will be punished," and a message asking you to turn off your cell phone during the game.

"Where are you from?"

A staff member of the academy standing at the entrance asked Dojun.

Only officials were allowed to watch the games, so those who were not listed on the pre-submitted attendance list could not enter.

Dojun showed his civil servant's card on his neck.

I'm Lee Do-joon of the crack management department at Seoul City Hall."

Lee Do-joon of the City Hall Crack Management Division......... Oh, there is."

Not VIP.

The lower part of the public list.

The employee who found the three letters of the name Lee Do-joon circled the Viagoran.

"You can sit in seat 47 in row F."

"Yes. Thank you."

Entering the building, there were four small stadiums inside.

The number of seats was 500 which was not very large. Dojun sat in seat 47 in row F in the corner of the second floor and looked at the 100 Academy seniors waiting in the player's waiting seat.

They were all frozen together and looked so nervous that they didn't look so good.

Swoosh.

Dojun took out his notebook.

I didn't mean to record anything on the sword.

Just to think about what side dishes to make for dinner tonight.

Then someone sat next to Dojun and said,

"Where are you from?"

"What?"

A man in his mid-thirties.

The man was wearing a dark gray suit.

I could see the employee ID on my neck.

Management.

It's a little different from the guild.

Unlike guilds that focus on fostering Hunter.

It was a company that handled by-products that caught monsters, prepared a mind map suitable for each hunter, and carried out claims of monster possession (ownership) rights and lawsuits that could occur when hunting.

Even if you're above grade C, so if you're more than a veteran hunter.

Most people have a personal manager assigned to them by management.

This is why management can often be different even if they are the same guild.

"Oh, I'm a civil servant."

At Dojun's reply, the man laughed awkwardly and scratched his head.

Because he was on the second floor, where personnel managers of management or guilds were assigned to him, the man mistook Do-joon for the same class as himself.

"Haha. I see. Um... ...I'm Choi Yeon-gil of Yeon-gil Management. I'm glad to meet you since it's fate that I sat next to you."

Choi Yeon-gil asked Do-joon to shake hands.

Dojun smiled and accepted.

"I'm nervous because this is my first time using the sword. I really want to win a contract. Ha ha ha."

"I wish you all the best."

"By the way, that's great. Mayor of Seoul City and Rep.…."

The guests can see the game the best.

It was located in the VIP seat on the first floor.

Academy staff roam around their neighborhoods and see if they need anything. He was constantly checking to see if there was any inconvenience.

"That's right. The mayor is here, too."

Seoul Mayor Park Dal-myung.

Dojun looked at him from afar.

I work at the same Seoul City Hall, but maybe because of the difference in rank.

I've never talked face to face personally.

But then.

There was a commotion at the entrance.

"Do, Mr. Dojun! Look over there!"

Swoosh.

Dojun turned his head.

Chung Young-chul, director of Hunter Management.

And then ten hunters walk in.

Choi Yeon-gil, who was looking down from the second floor, couldn't hide his excitement.

S-class Hunters with the title of [Ranker] in South Korea, called Hunter Power.

They were being guided to the VVIP seats under the guidance of the Academy.

All of a sudden.

Everyone gets up from their seats.

Academy cadets, congressmen, much less Seoul mayor, everyone.

He expressed his respect for their position.

***

a gulp

Hold your attention.

Third-grade cadet Kim Young-hwi swallowed a dry saliva.

He had never missed the first place. He was called a genius in the Academy.

Gimyeonghwi try hard to die for at the moment and ran by.

I want to be recognized by the true 'genius' and S-rated rankers of the Republic of Korea to be on par with them. I want to be the idol of the people and to be the root of the class S crack with them!

Heoobuck.

Haha!

Right in front of you.

Less than a meter away.

Hunter Management Director and S-class Hunters were passing by.

Kim Young-hwi held his breath unconsciously, and sweat leaked out of his hands.

But the Hunters passed the cadres with a dull look as if they were not interested.

"Kang Min-hyuk Hunter...…!'

Kim clearly remembered the day.

When the Icarus Guild Briefing was held.

What Kang Minhyuk said.

That's right. The director and the top 10 rankers will judge.

introduced by the officials of the Seoul Metropolitan Government

The special contract was judged by the rankers.

At that time, Kim Young-hwi had some self-esteem hurt.

I don't think you're qualified to register.

What the hell is that special contract?

Are they asserting that they are not even qualified to receive applications?

'I'll show you clearly today.'

To win first place by overwhelming over the other cadets in swordsmanship.

He enters the four guilds, proving himself different from others.

No, it would be best to enter the Icarus guild.

Throbbing.

S-class hunters moving away.

I'm going to VVIP with the guidance of the Academy.

By the way, all of a sudden, including Jung Young-chul, Director of Hunter Management.

Ten S-class hunters braced their steps.

What is it?

The swordsman Lee Kang-hyun who was walking ahead.

I pointed my finger at the corner of the second floor.

The S-class hunters looked quite perplexed.

Like, people who saw things they wouldn't see.

And

after a light nod from Hunter's management director towards it

They walked straight to the VVIP seat.

"Ba, just now.What is it?

Kim Young-hwi's eyes turned to the corner of the second floor.

***

"Do, Mr. Dojun. Did you just see that?"

Choi Yeon-gil looked around, making a fuss.

Unless you were mistaken, obviously the Hunter Management Director and the S-class Hunters were staring this way.

Moreover, the director bowed his head towards this place.

"I'm sure you said hello looking here."

"What? Did you?"

Do-joon was looking at photos transmitted to his smartphone.

Seol Yoon-hee smiling in front of a resort in Gyeonggi Province.

And pictures of class children entering the accommodation and the entire resort.

[We've just arrived!]