The sun was s.h.i.+ning. Numerous people were gathered under the vast blue sky. This was Mulan's training camp. They were all young people who had been training together for the past week. Park Muyeol glanced around and found it strange.

'There are many people. There are so many people being trained.'

Today was a day for trainees. It was also a very special day. There were many foreigners and Asians mixed in. Of course, it was natural that there would be more Koreans. He remembered what Chuntaek previously said. He said it was a new world without racism and Park Muyeol seemed to understand now.

Just then, Kunta, the training camp director, showed up. “Mulan's Night will start from now on!”

“Waaaaahhhhh!”

The shouts tore at his ears. The sound soared up into the sky. At the same time, a message emerged.

[The 1387th Mulan's Night will begin!]

[All the trainees will start a team battle from now on.]

[The winning team will be given enormous rewards, including an early discharge.]

[Currently, you are the instructor of Group 7.]

[Lead your trainees to win.]

'I like the number.'

Seven was a lucky number. There were eight groups and it was currently the 1387th Mulan's Night. Park Muyeol looked back and saw the young people who had been going through special training together. The person at the front was Haeba, who looked rather dignified. He might be a public service worker but he had patiently completed the harsh special training. Now no one would laugh at him.

“Hey~ Instructor Park Muyeol. Have you developed your trainees' skills?”

He looked back at the sound and saw a familiar face.

It was Momori, who had proposed a showdown a while ago. Next to him was another instructor, Tarmo.

He was the one who secretly handed the buff potion to Momori the other day.

By the way, both of them were bald.

“Yes, they developed very well. You should be careful.”

“…I look forward to it. I won't lose this time, old instructor.”

“…Are you going to play tricks again? It would be a disgrace if you still lost.”

“Kuek…”

Momori's mouth and eyebrows twitched. Tarmo came forward. “Don't worry, those idiots can't beat us. Look, how many people does he have? It looks like they all ran away. He is an instructor who can't even crack down on his trainees. It is unsightly.”

Momori glanced behind Park Muyeol and laughed. “Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Kuhahaha!”

Then the two people turned away. The next moment, Park Muyeol could feel the killing intent coming from behind him. It was from the trainees of Group 7 who had been undergoing special training for the past two weeks. Their bloodshot eyes were full of resentment.

“Those d.a.m.n bald b.a.s.t.a.r.ds… Idiots?”

“Uhh! I will be furious if I lose to them.”

“Hey, what are their numbers?”

“It looks like Group 5 and 8?”

“Those dogs. I'll show them the result of the special training.”

Park Muyeol looked at their eyes and nodded.

'It is worth all the struggles in the past.'

The thing they needed was to firm up their relaxed spirit. Park Muyeol mentally armed them and also improved their abilities. He threw away the stereotypical training methods and taught them actual combat. It was a great help that he had gone to the Samcheong University of Education. The training he had received was still deeply embedded in his bones. It might be a bad memory but it was so intense that it was vivid. Certainly, there was no better way for mental training. One drawback was…

'There were defectors.'

There were many people who didn't come back because the training was too harsh and difficult. Some people changed instructors and there were only four people left. Still, those who had endured were now the elites. Park Muyeol was confident that he wouldn't lose to any of the instructors.

“Let's go for it. Ignorant guys.”

* * *

Kunta's speech began. It was a short but powerful speech as he elaborated on the traditions of Mulan's Night. His words were also exhilarating. “The first tradition will start now!”

[Mulan's Night. The first tradition, the single combat will begin!]

Mulan's Night had three special traditions. The first one was a single combat where the trainees of each group came out and competed. The instructor couldn't partic.i.p.ate at all and only the trainees would compete. Of course, if they won then there would be a reward. “I promise in the name of the training camp director! The group that wins the single combat will be provided with advanced weapons upon their discharge!”

“Wahhhh!”

The trainees roared. Park Muyeol thought about it.

'Son of a b.i.t.c.h. If I knew this then I would've been a trainee.'

The reason he came here in the first place was because he lacked weapons. He came in with the idea that he would be given a weapon if he completed all the courses here and it was the same now. However, the message that rose now caused Park Muyeol to frown.

[Currently, you are the instructor.]

[You can't partic.i.p.ate in the single combat at all.]

[However, every time your group of trainees wins, you will get a small amount of experience.]

'I'm glad that I will get some experience.'

A small stage was set up and it was the second-in-command, Rakan, who was the referee. He shouted loudly, “From now on, each group of trainees will come up one by one to compete here! You have to be careful because if you fall off the stage, you will be considered as out of bounds and it will be a loss! First, let's get Group 1 and Group 2 up here!”

One person from Group 1 and one from Group 2 came up respectively. Each one of them picked up the weapon they wanted and a moment later, the gong rang. They roared and struck at each other with their wooden weapons.

“I'll finish it at once!]

“I won't lose!”

Bang! Bang bang! Bang!

There were the sounds of wooden swords clas.h.i.+ng at each other multiple times. It was a pretty fierce fight. They would've made a lot of preparations for today. The fight lasted a long time.

“Hiyaaah!”

Bang! Bang bang!

The Group 1 trainee continued the offensive while the Group 2 trainee seemed to be in a hurry to stop him. After a short time, the winner was the Group 1 trainee. The trainee of Group 2 seemed dissatisfied. He struck the ground with his fist in a resentful manner.

“d.a.m.n!”

Another trainee from Group 2 climbed onto the stage. The fight was fierce.

'Everyone is quite good but there are many things that are still lacking.'

After a long battle, the first single combat ended with Group 1's victory. A message floated in front of Park Muyeol's eyes.

[The winner of the first single combat is Group 1!]

[Group 1 has made it to the top 4.]

[The second single combat will begin!]

“Group 3 and 4, come up!”

The ones who came up were a man with a st.u.r.dy body and a man with an ordinary body. No matter who saw it, the two people had a huge weight difference. All the people who saw it predicted that the big man would win. Only Park Muyeol had a different opinion.

'That young man… the way he is holding the wooden sword is unusual.'

At first glance, the young man seemed to have learned the sword. The extraordinary air around the young man caused Park Muyeol to frown and concentrate. Haeba came up carefully behind him and asked, “Who do you think will win? It should be that big guy?”

“Who knows… I feel like the little one might win.”

“Huh? Really?”

“If you watch then you'll see soon.”

The other trainees laughed at Park Muyeol's words but decided to take a look first. After a while, the gong rang and the single combat began.

“Kuhaha! You are a very little friend! Be careful not to get hurt!”

The huge man swung his long stick down. However, the young man with an ordinary physique moved his feet and lightly avoided it. He was seemingly cornered and was forced on the defensive.

“You are like a rat!”

The giant man once again waved his stick and the attack was very fierce. There were many gaps but he was powerful. Even so, the young man continued to block and didn't fight back.

Bang! Baang! Bang!

Eventually, he faced a crisis of going out of bounds. The big man saw this and prepared his final strike.

“Kuhaha! Now! It is the last one!”

At this time, the incident occurred.

'T-Those movements…?'

The young man on the defensive started to use familiar footwork. He quickly moved in front of the huge man and acted just once. He swung his wooden sword and struck the big man's s.h.i.+n extremely hard.

“Kuaaack!”

In an instant, the big man lost his center and stumbled. The young man easily hit his legs and in the end, the giant man fell out of bounds in vain. The next moment, a tremendous shout enveloped the training ground.

“Wahhhhh!”

The people watching from behind Park Muyeol exclaimed.

“Did he really win?”

“He knocked down that huge man.”

Haeba smiled.

“As expected, the chairman's discerning eye is amazing.”

However, Park Muyeol couldn't smile. He was now frowning heavily. The match continued.

“The winner is Group 4! Who will come up next from Group 3?”

“It's me!”

Another trainee of Group 3 came up energetically but the ensuing matches were disastrous. The young man defeated all the trainees of Group 3. The second single combat ended in vain with Group 4's victory.

[The winner of the second single combat is Group 4!]

[Group 4 has made it to the top 4.]

The shouts of Group 4 rang out loudly.

Everyone gulped as if they were wary of Group 4 and Group 4 quickly emerged as a strong winning candidate.

The small young man on stage placed his sword on his shoulder.

“What? It's already over? This is no fun.”

He scratched the helmet on his head and came down from the stage.

[The third single combat will begin!]

The third single combat was between Momori's Group 5 and Group 6. However, Park Muyeol couldn't afford to focus on it right now.

“Hey, old man. Watch the performance of my kids…”

Park Muyeol just walked pa.s.sed Momori.

“Kuuack…”

He left the angry Momori behind and walked toward the young man from earlier. That footwork and swordsmans.h.i.+p he just saw. Park Muyeol clearly knew them. The young man received the welcome of Group 4's trainees and instructor. Finally, Park Muyeol could place a hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you here? Seongchan.”

This person must be his grandson.