[Your trainees have won!]

[The semi-finals is a three match, two victory system.]

[If you win the next game, you will reach the finals.]

[You must win by an overwhelming gap to earn additional experience.]

[Your level has risen.]

“Um, it works very well.”

Park Muyeol turned off the Magic Power Hair-Clipper in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. He opened the status window and saw he was level 5. He invested everything into strength and he could see Momori's head exploding in anger in the distance. He must be furious.

“Dammit!”

Momori briefly reprimanded his trainees and started to distribute potions. As expected, he was once again using a shortcut.

'It is like this. It is another buff potion.'

Park Muyeol had already expected it. There was no law that the same shortcut couldn't be used twice. However, he should've looked at people well. Park Muyeol walked toward the group. “Everyone, listen quietly. As expected, he is using a buff potion.”

“Che. I thought he would do so.”

“He doesn't know how to be fair and honest.”

They spoke as if it was trivial while only Haeba showed a worried expression. Perhaps he was afraid this group would lose.

“Chairman-nim, are we at a disadvantage?”

“It will probably be a tough fight.”

“Can we win?”

“Don't worry, I've prepared everything.”

Park Muyeol pulled out buff potions that he had hidden. He had stopped by the grocery store after the special training. He handed the potions to the group and they smiled meaningfully before drinking the potions. One of them said, “Ohuhu. I can imagine their amazed expressions.”

“Let's just do it like before.”

“We'll crush all of them. Just wait.”

“Delicious.”

Everyone's eyes were burning. They were already confident of victory. Even so, they couldn't let down their guard.

“Do you best. Or… you know?”

The eerie Magic Power Hair-Clipper made a clicking sound. They gulped and Park Muyeol told them with serious eyes, “I am the one who will do it. If one person falls down this time, I'll shave all of you. Don't you know my personality?”

The group gripped their arms tightly at the eerie words. It was the moment when their anger turned toward Group 5.

“Group 5 and Group 7, return to your positions!”

The moment Rakan shouted, everyone went up to the stage. The pressure around all of them was quite sharp. However, Park Muyeol was inwardly laughing.

'There is still one more thing up my sleeve. Ignorant guys.'

Park Muyeol could see Momori's s.h.i.+ning head as he stared at him from the other side. Momori looked confident that he would win this time. At the same time, the gong rang and the match started.

“You son of a b.i.t.c.h!”

“Kill everyone!”

“Kiyaaaaak!”

It opened with harsh swear words from the group. The trainees of Group 5 laughed but it was only a matter of time before their expressions stiffened.

“W-What?”

“Why are we being pushed?”

“d.a.m.n! Stop them!”

Due to their carelessness, Group 5 allowed a preemptive strike and were pushed back in an instant. Some people started to be beaten and Park Muyeol laughed wildly at the sight.

“Kuhaha!”

There was the sound of flesh being hit and Park Muyeol's group was quick to kick and drive Group 5 back without a break. Haeba was at the center.

“I can't be bald, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!”

“I rose up again from h.e.l.l!”

“Everyone, pus.h.!.+”

“…Pus.h.!.+”

Suddenly, the Group 5 trainees on the defensive started to retreat and fall down. In the end, they all fell out of bounds. Park Muyeol's mouth curved.

“Stop! The winner is Group 7!”

There were shouts from all over.

[The sixth single combat is over!]

[Group 7 has made it to the finals!]

[You have gained additional experience from winning two consecutive matches!]

[The finals will begin five minutes later.]

“…I won.”

Park Muyeol grinned so widely it was as if his mouth was going to tear. Then a scream was heard.

“f.u.c.k! This is invalid! Invalid!” Momori threw the wooden sword in his hand and pointed toward Park Muyeol. He strode up to Park Muyeol and grabbed Park Muyeol by the collar. “Hey, old man! What type of trick did you use? Eh?! You must've fed buff potions to your soldiers!”

His words stirred everyone up. Momori probably noticed that Park Muyeol had used buff potions. He thought of turning Park Muyeol in the moment he lost. Hah, really…

“What are you talking about? Aren't you the ones who used buff potions first?”

Momori's lips curved up.

“I don't know what you're talking about. Is there any evidence? Still, one thing is certain. Didn't you say with your own mouth that you used buff potions?”

The surroundings became noisy. Some people were indignant while others watched silently. Rakan questioned, “Instructor Park Muyeol, did you really use buff potions?”

“Yes, we used it.”

At the same time, the voices of the trainees burst out.

“This scammer!”

“I was pathetic for cheering for Group 7!”

“Apologize now!”

They had already identified Park Muyeol's group as cheats. Park Muyeol's grandson sat far away in Group 4 and was watching with worried eyes. However, the secret card he prepared earlier hadn't come out yet.

“Everyone, be quiet!”

Everyone calmed down after Kunta yelled. Then they were astonished by his next words.

“This is something I allowed.”

It was the same with the trainees who started the commotion and the instructors. They looked puzzled at what was going on. Kunta continued speaking, “I heard from Instructor Park Muyeol in advance that Instructor Momori might secretly use buff potions.”

All eyes turned toward Momori. The fl.u.s.tered Momori stuttered with alarm, “T-This is a m-misunderstanding!”

Kunta shook his head. “No, I saw it myself, Instructor Momori. If you hadn't used buff potions then Instructor Park Muyeol wouldn't have used buff potions. He and I made that promise and it was you who used the buff potions first.”

His sharp words caused Momori's head to fall. The trainees around Momori were staring at him with cold eyes.

“This is… unbelievable.”

Park Muyeol slowly approached him. A Magic Power Hair-Clipper was held in one hand.

“Don't you still have your armpit hair…?”

* * *

The small incident pa.s.sed and the underarm shaving ceremony proceeded. The sound of the Magic Power Hair-Clipper resounded solemnly. Some trainees giggled while watching and others turned their heads away as if they couldn't bear to watch. Momori flinched every time the Magic Power Hair-Clipper touched his armpit.

“Ack! Sob.”

Before long, all the hair on his body was shaved and he finally shed tears.

“My precious hairs! Sob!”

He grabbed the armpit hair that had fallen to the ground and revealed his sorrow. Park Muyeol placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Come at any time in the future. I'm waiting for your challenge.”

“Kuock! Instructor Park Muyeol.”

Ttiring~

{Special Quest – Instructor Momori's Pride has been completed.]

[NPC Instructor 'Momori' will no longer despise you.]

[He will still challenge you at any time.]

'Hrmm. Challenge… It is annoying.'

He was reminded of the old days. It was that time with Chuntaek. There were many enemies so there were often challengers. Each time, Park Muyeol was the first to come forward and smash them. After that, there were some who wanted revenge.

'Well, I will leave soon anyway. It doesn't matter.'

At the end of this Mulan's Night, he planned to leave his position as instructor and travel around the world. The people of Group 7 had already promised to follow him when this was over. He was thinking this when a voice was heard.

“The finals will start now!”

* * *

[Your trainees have been defeated!]

[Your group has finished second and scored 8 points.]

[The second tradition of the training night will start shortly.]

In fact, Park Muyeol hadn't expected anything. He had long abandoned his expectation of winning after discovering his grandson was in Group 4. However, he hadn't expected to lose so badly.

'Seongchan has grown again.'

There was a saying that 'genius can't overcome those who try hard.' However, his grandson in front of him was a genius who worked hard. The saying 'explain one thing and understand everything' was probably meant for his grandson.

“The winner of the single combat is Group 4!”

“Wahhhh!”

Group 4 shouted and everyone clapped. They won 10 points for the victory. it was a two point difference from Park Muyeol's group. Kunta continued speaking, “Now the second tradition will start! The second tradition will be carried out by moving to another place! Everyone, follow me and the instructors!”

The large crowd moved. The place where they arrived was a mountain that was somewhat familiar.

'This place…?'

It was a geography so familiar that he could recognize it even with his eyes closed. It was a great place for an ambush with various topographic features and a mountain. Park Muyeol knew everything even if he didn't see it. It was because this was the place where they did their special training.

“The second tradition is to take away the headband. The rules are simple. The instructors can also take part in this compet.i.tion and each instructor will wear a headband that represents the group. It is a group compet.i.tion and the winner is the one who takes away the most enemy headbands in a certain amount of time. Points will be given according to the rankings and any weapon is allowed as long as it didn't have the ability to kill! However, once there are five minutes before the end of the match, everyone will have to come to the peak. Teams that come late will be eliminated.”

Park Muyeol's mouth curved up.

'I didn't expect this to be the venue of the second tradition. I will get to freely benefit.'

It wasn't just Park Muyeol who smiled. It was the same for the Group 7 trainees behind him. They had been running around this place like crazy for the past week. Park Muyeol had been chasing them in a game of 'death hide and seek' and would hit them with a wooden sword when he caught them.

Haeba chuckled in an eerie manner as he thought about the past. “Huhuhu. You're all dead.”

“I want to hunt quickly.”

“This time, we will win.”

“…Win.”

[The second tradition of Mulan's Night is 's.n.a.t.c.h the Headband'!]

[The instructors can also partic.i.p.ate in this tradition.]

[You are currently an instructor.]

[Be careful not to lose your headband.]

Every instructor was given a white headband. Everyone scattered to their own starting point. The whistle blew and the game began. Park Muyeol pulled out his sword and declared, “We will become legends today.”

He was holding a wooden sword in his hand. There was also a 'hair-clipper.'