“I would like Mr. Yu Il-Shin to be my opponent!”0

Sigh—0

I let out a curt sigh as I looked at the small and feisty Ko Myeong-Ji, burning with determination. Was she that eager to spar with me? 0

Actually, I could see why she was acting like that. She must’ve been frustrated at how I’d been conducting lessons in the past week. I left my students to self-study while sleeping the whole time. I must’ve been a bad substitute teacher.0

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This morning.0

“Ouch, my head.”0

As if having a splitting headache wasn’t enough, the first thing I saw in the wee hours of morning was…0

“Groooooook!”0

Homeless Uncle, Choi Kang-San, snored loudly with his stomach out. The redhead youngster, Baek Yoo-Hyun, who looked more like an idol than a Hunter, was snuggled up to him. They were both fast asleep.0

Fuck, my eyes! My eyes! 0

A few empty bottles of alcohol rolled near their feet. They chugged them last night.0

And you’re telling me they’re S-rank Hunters? I could sense a dark future looming over South Korea.0

“Haa.” Sighing, I kicked the two rude men lightly. “Excuse me. Shouldn't you be sleeping at home?”0

Neither of them reacted, so I decided to stomp on them instead. They didn’t budge in the slightest. As expected of S-rank Hunters and of the Combat-type. If it had been just a day or two, I’d let them be. But it’d been...0