The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong โ€“ Chapter 17.1

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•: ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ

Siwoo openly showed an expression of great annoyance.

A twisted mouth, slightly furrowed brow, and even his arms openly crossed.

It was rather the people standing before him who felt uncomfortable with his blatant attitude.

How much time passed in silence?

โ€œExcuse me. . . when will the lesson start?โ€

Someone timidly asked with a raised hand.

Siwooโ€™s cold gaze turned towards the source of the voice.

A terrifying glare reminiscent of โ€˜who made that coughing sound?โ€™

The person who asked involuntarily lowered their hand at that fierce glare.

โ€œHaaใ…ก.โ€

A sigh escaped him.

The man who raised his hand flinched at the sound.

Siwoo looked around at the dozens of people standing before him.

New Hunters.

Each one looked somewhat awkward, as if the words โ€˜rookieโ€™ were written on their foreheads.

โ€œLesson. . . .โ€

How long had it been since he taught someone?

ใ€๐•€๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ? โ„‚๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ?ใ€‘

Ten years in Earthโ€™s time, but nearly a hundred years in his time.

Siwoo searched for the fragments of old memories that he had shoved into a corner and pulled them out one by one.

From the first time he had taught his younger brother to the last memory of fighting alongside him to defeat the Demon King.

Min Si-joon, Xiaolong, Kang Yeo-hwa, and Jung Min-jun.

The happiness and satisfaction he felt when he taught someone.

The quiet emotion that came with the growth of his disciples.

It felt like he had opened a dusty album in an attic that hadnโ€™t been entered in a long time.

โ€œ. . .well, itโ€™s annoying, but thereโ€™s nothing I can do.โ€

Since he had already beaten up that son of a b*tch Hwang Jeong-gu.

Siwoo recalled the conversation he had had that morning, feeling a bit resigned.

๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ท

Hwang Jeong-gu, who had come to him as soon as he arrived at work.

He hesitated for a long time like a dog trying to poop, glancing at Siwooโ€™s expression.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again and scratched his head.

โ€œWhat the hellใ…ก what is it?โ€

Finally, an irritated Siwoo spoke first.

If he didnโ€™t speak up, he would spend his entire life glancing at Siwoo until he died.

What was so difficult that he had to hesitate like this?

Hwang Jeong-gu ran towards him as if he had been waiting for those words.

โ€œSir Hunter Siwoo. . . .โ€

โ€œWhat? What is it?โ€

โ€œDo you have anything urgent to do today? Of course, I know that you are always busy and that you are always at the forefront of fighting crime, but if you have any other urgent schedules. . . .โ€

โ€œHey, do you want to get hit?โ€

Siwoo nervously clicked his tongue and sighed.

If a rage gauge could be seen, a red bar would have gradually risen above Siwooโ€™s head.

โ€œN-No, then I will tell you.โ€

โ€œWhat is it?โ€

โ€œI would like you to do some training today.โ€

โ€œ. . .training?*

To him, training meant cutting someone in half or tearing their limbs apart so they could never walk again.

โ€œHow do you train them? Should I just cut their throats?โ€

ใ€๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•€โ€™๐•ง๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•’ ๐•—๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ!ใ€‘

โ€œYes. . . yes? Ah, no! Absolutely not! Not that kind of training!!โ€

Hwang Jeong-gu was so startled that he waved his hands in a panic.

Siwoo, realizing that it wasnโ€™t the kind of training he had thought, sank deeply into his chair with a deflated expression.

โ€œThen what kind of training?โ€

โ€œI would like you to give combat training to the new Hunters.โ€

โ€œWhatใ…ก?โ€

ใ€โ„‚๐• ๐•ž๐•“๐•’๐•ฅ! ๐•€โ€™๐•๐• ๐•—๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ!ใ€‘

He frowned deeply at Hwang Jeong-guโ€™s words.

There was only one meaning behind the expression on his face.

Why me?!

โ€œSir Hunter Siwoo? First, please calm down. . . I would also be grateful if you could unclench your fists . . .โ€

Hwang Jeong-gu gulped and raised both palms in a gesture of non-resistance.

He couldnโ€™t even speak properly under Siwooโ€™s murderous gaze.

It felt like excessive stress was causing his stomach acid to churn.

โ€˜This b*stard! Iโ€™m the Team Leader, yet I am not treated like one!โ€™

If it had been up to him, Hwang Jeong-gu would have refused outright.

Asking the great Siwoo to do annoying tasks?

It was a ridiculous idea.

It would be easier to ask an Orc Warrior to knit or a Troll to lead a book discussion.

But what if it was an order from a position he couldnโ€™t refuse?

A call from โ€˜that personโ€™ that even the hot-tempered Hwang Jeong-gu had no choice but to listen to.

โ”Hey, Team Leader Hwang. The atmosphere has been great lately thanks to those new rookies.

โ”T-Thank you.

โ”So I was thinking. It wouldnโ€™t be bad to stir the water a bit when the fish are biting.

โ”W-What do you mean?

โ”We could show off the prestige of HSIU and have you give a one-day training session for the other Hunters as an event.

โ”Training? But who would listen to . . .

โ”Iโ€™ll ask the Guild Masters to do that, so just talk to the rookies.

โ”M-Me? The Branch Manager should speak directly to themใ…ก Hello? Hello? Hello!! Hey!!

Hwang Jeong-gu screamed at the person who had said what they wanted to say and hung up.

This time, Siwooโ€™s training of the new Hunters was a direct order from Baek Geon-ho, the Branch Manager of the Korean branch of HSIU, not just a higher-up.

In other words, it was an order from the head of HSIU Korea.

Hwang Jeong-gu couldnโ€™t do anything about it.

โ€œSir Hunter Siwoo. . . itโ€™s not that I agreed! Not at all! Iโ€™ll do all the paperwork for you when you take on a case! Please put down your fist. . . Kuaaaak!!โ€

And that was how Siwoo forgave Hwang Jeong-gu with a single punch.

ใ€๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•’๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™. โ„๐•–โ€™๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–.ใ€‘

Of course, he passed out, but he was a tough guy, so he would be fine.

Siwoo recalled Hwang Jeong-guโ€™s fainted face and chuckled.

โ€œIโ€™ll be right back.โ€

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the crowd.

A few people were approaching Siwoo from the back, pushing their way through the crowd.

โ€˜Their mana flow isnโ€™t that of rookies.โ€™

He couldnโ€™t tell their identities right away, but their mana control was stable and there were no gaps in their bodies.

They seemed to have quite a lot of combat experience.

โ€˜Theyโ€™re around the same level as that Gert guy last time, or maybe a little higher.โ€™

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