Suzuki Ryo instinctively knew that this person was stronger than anyone he had met so far.

Ah- Korean names are too difficult. For example, if they were called Ren or Hibiki, he would choose that gloomy guy. Kim Ju-won, what kind of image is that supposed to be?

While he was calming his fluctuating heart and racking his brain.

“What? You know how to speak Japanese?”

“Uh-huh, to some extent.”

“This is- no good? Little Teacher! Aren’t you being patriotic?”

“Even learning E, English through private education…”

“Ugh, it’s getting more and more essay-like.”

“Lo, logic…”

The voices of the two people were heard.

Suzuki roughly gauged the situation and decided to introduce himself first.

At Suzuki’s words, the gloomy man rolled his eyes.

“<...Ah, Kim Ju-won is over here. May I ask the reason for your visit?>”

A lower and more polite tone than when speaking Korean. He couldn’t be said to have outstanding language skills, but there were no major flaws in his pronunciation. Rather, his slightly clumsy pronunciation added a fresh image, subtly breaking his sharp impression. The more he looked at him, the more he seemed like a wet violet. Suzuki thought that he would look quite good even if he was dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, and honestly revealed the reason for his visit.

“<...Are you talking about dojo storming?>”

Dojo storming. The gloomy man muttered the words and then requested Suzuki to “Please leave” with a gentle dismissal.

The gloomy man made a gesture as if he had nothing more to say, and he became anxious. Suzuki tried to stop him, saying “Just a moment (chottomatte)”. But.

“What? You want to match dicks? What the fuck, isn’t this guy a pervert?”

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the collar.

“Hyung!”

“This bastard sexually harassed you!”

“Th, that’s not it…”

“Disgracing the Teacher in front of his disciple means you want to fight.”

What, what is it? Suzuki was flustered by the strong force that grabbed his collar.

He also knew how to throw a punch, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t win against this brute force. He didn’t know how the story was unfolding, but he seemed to have angered that goril- no, Kim Ju-won. …Well, whatever. He wanted to check his skills anyway. It was a good thing. Now that things had come to this, he could take advantage of this ominous atmosphere and start a spiritual power fight.

“Speak in Korean.”

“Aang my ass, are you acting cute?”

A touch-and-go situation continued.

“Jo……! Jo-right……. Anyway, it’s not that. He just said to wait a moment, that’s what he said.”

Gloomy Man cut in. His face was flushed red as he stopped Kim Ju-won. He didn’t understand the language, but judging by the way the hand gripping the collar loosened, that was probably it. Suzuki took a deep breath of relief and coughed lightly.

Perhaps it’s foolish to judge by appearances.

He’s practically a gorilla tamer.

“This person is, um……. He, he seems to want to dojo storming.”

“Dojo storming? Like going to a martial arts dojo and causing a ruckus?”

“He, he seems to want to clash with spiritual power.”

“With me? …Sounds like fun? Sure. What’s the problem?”

“H, Hyung.”

“Might as well check my level while I’m at it.”

“…….”

“You think I’m gonna lose? I can lose to anyone but Japan. If you’re Korean, you gotta win against Japan no matter what.”

The Yankee laughed loudly, swaggering. It seemed he clearly understood what the other side wanted. The answer seemed to be yes? Hmm, a belligerent personality as expected. Good, Suzuki felt things were going well, but at the same time, he felt a great disappointment. He had come to find Kim Ju-won, but he had discovered an even greater figure, and if possible, he wanted to switch opponents.

Suzuki, who had been watching for an opportunity, subtly raised his hand to draw some attention, and then managed to get the floor.

Suzuki nodded. In the meantime, it was quite surprising that the pronoun referring to himself was ‘Ore’ instead of ‘Boku’ or ‘Watashi’. He thought he had a gentle personality that valued formality, but wasn’t he quite aggressive and masculine!

Gloomy Man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then muttered to himself, “It’ll be dangerous.” Iheonhatente? He had no idea what it meant. Hmm-. Suzuki shrugged, thinking that Korean was a beautiful but difficult language.

After a short moment of contemplation.

Gloomy Man nodded. Yatta (I did it)-! Suzuki cheered inwardly.

“Why, what is it? You wanna fight right now?”

“I, I’m going to do it with him.”

“What?! How did the story turn out like that!”

“I’m Hyung’s, s, Teacher. It’s my duty to protect my disciple. Don’t worry. I, I don’t plan on losing.”

“No! Who’s worried about little Teacher? I know you’ll win. The problem is that bastard, that bastard! Ah, he’s gonna faint for sure……. What if we both get scolded by Yeong Teacher for treating a guest badly?”

“Huh? Ah…….”

“Little Teacher, why do you keep trying to join in when the kids are playing? It’s better if I just do it! Why bother catching someone who came all the way on a plane?”

“I’ll do it a, appropriately.”

“What if you throw up? Is Teacher gonna clean it up?”

“That’s what the disciple does.”

“What are you? You’re talking very clearly right now.”

Suzuki briefly considered whether he should reveal that he was one of the strongest Exorcists in Japan. But there was no need to scare them too much, so he decided to keep his mouth shut for now.

Thus, the Korea-Japan match began.

Suzuki took out a transparent Candy ball from his pocket.

He slowly explained the rules.

The method was simpler than he thought.

Each person puts this transparent Candy ball, called an ‘Ogre marble’, in their mouth.

※ However, you must cover your mouth so that the gods cannot see you eating it. This is because there is a superstition that playing with spiritual power is inauspicious.

With the Candy ball in their mouth, they send spiritual power to each other. Here, the ‘Ogre marble’ becomes a vessel for containing the opponent’s spiritual power.

The first to break the opponent’s Candy ball with their own spiritual power wins.

At Suzuki’s question, Gloomy Man nodded faintly. His complexion seemed even gloomier. Yare yare. It seemed that the violet man was scared. Well, a man of his caliber would have noticed the strength of this side. Hmm, it’s understandable that he’s nervous. Suzuki smiled.

Suzuki mentioned ‘Chokaji Shrine’, subtly putting strength into his voice. In Japan, Chokaji Shrine was like the Gi Clan in Korea.

Gloomy Man fiddled with the Candy ball and moved his lips.

Eh? Suzuki’s pupils widened.

By Zephyria

Hello, I'm Zephyria, an avid BL reader^^ I post AI/Machine assisted translation. Due to busy schedule I'll just post all works I have mtled. However, as you know the quality is not guaranteed.

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