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84 – Extraversion. Los Zetas.

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“Why did you hire me to do this babysitting job?”

“Complaints? Everyone except you, Ross, seems to like it because it’s easy work.”

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The principal smiled softly and drank a cup of hot coffee.

An old lady with a noble impression, as if she never had a drop of water on her hands, but she doesn’t seem intimidated at all even in front of Ross, a former mercenary.

“Not like that.”

“Don’t worry. Ross, you will soon see why you were hired.”

Is that so? Immediately came to mind, but Ross nodded silently.

Sometimes you have to risk your life against the given pay, and vice versa often happens.

At times like this, just be silent and give thanks for the luck you have been given.

He must have lived like that all along, so why is he complaining so pointlessly?

“Is it because you hate children?”

“… Maybe so.”

“Then you’ll find out sooner. Ross’s job is to be strict with children.”

It didn’t take long for Ross to understand what that meant.

To be exact, it took exactly five minutes after I left the principal’s office.

“What are you doing?”

“You are… Where did you go, leaving me alone… !”

Dimas was lying on the floor, looking like he was about to die.

At least five or six children sat on top of Dimas, which was spread out on the floor.

Looks like a prisoner who was subdued on the battlefield.

“Miss Ross!”

“A blunt teacher!”

The eyes of the captive children turned from Dimas to Ross.

A little girl with a playful expression gets up from her seat.

“Take it!”

The little boy started waving her arms while shouting that.

What the hell are you asking for?

Ross’s gaze was already clear that her little boy’s hands were empty.

But Ross instinctively lowered his head slightly.

Then, something brushes past the place where Ross’s face was just before.

“I dodged it!”

“This is the first time a teacher has escaped Leah’s water!”

Children admire Ross’s movements with twinkling eyes.

In the meantime, I saw Dimas assimilating with the children and applauding.

“Oh… Brother Ross! That’s great! I was hit with a single blow.”

“Don’t be fooled, stand up. Please explain the situation.”

“That’s right, kids. Wake up, can you step aside for a second?”

With the children’s chorus of yes, Dimas rose from his seat.

“I ask again, what the hell are you doing?”

“What are you doing, playing with the kids?”

“… Do you want to play?”

“What are you asking again? Didn’t you go to the principal’s office to hear the explanation?”

Dimas giggled and slapped Ross on the shoulder.

Ross immediately frowned, but Dimas carried on the conversation nicely.

“These kids. Everyone is capable.”

“… Everyone?”

“I heard that there are quite a few in South America, isn’t it?”

As Dimas said.

15 Years since the attack of the irregulars.

All over the world, children with unidentified powers have appeared.

It was the same in South America, where Ross was a battlefield.

There were often child soldiers who gave better results than veteran mercenaries in battles with irregulars, and they were all talented without exception.

“There were, but not as many as this.”

“This island called Academia also serves as a place to study abilities. In the first place, only children with aptitude would come.”

“… So are you a mercenary?”

“Right. Ordinary teachers can’t handle these kids.”

Ross then glanced over the entire classroom.

Every window is equipped with iron bars, and the walls are also made of a special new material that absorbs shock.

“So this is no ordinary classroom.”

“Of course not. What are you talking about? Didn’t you go to school?”

Dimas giggled again after saying that, but when he saw Ross’s expressionless face, he stiffened his expression again.

South America is definitely a place where wars have always been fought before the Irregulars’ raid.

“… It seems that this is a lie. Sorry.”

“There is no need to be sorry.”

Ross said that and stood with his back against the wall.

“Anyway, our job is basically security, you can think of it that way.”

“Is that right? I just need to stop the kids making a fuss and stop them from skipping.”

“Then you don’t have to hang out.”

“Huh? Although it is. You have to be moderately close so that the kids will listen to you – Ouch! Just electric who!”

Dimas gave an exaggerated growl and turned his head.

The children who saw it laughed and giggled.

It’s a role that doesn’t suit him.

There are things each person can and cannot do.

If security is your main job, there is nothing you can’t remain.

Ross thought so, and looked at Dimas, who was chasing after the children, with pitiful eyes.

＜4＞

And two months later.

“… Hey, Brother Ross.”

“Why is that?”

“Why? “

Dimas smiled wryly at Ross at his desk and the three children surrounding him.

‘Didn’t I say that there was no need to hang out?’

That’s what he said, but Ross was now friendly with the children to the point of bringing them to his room.

In words, he said, ‘I’m just trying to dominate the head of the children for the efficiency of work.’

But to Dimas, that faint smile was never for businesslike reasons.

“Isn’t it roll call time soon? Please send it back soon.”

“We’ll take care of ourselves, bald head!”

“Right! Stop nagging, bald man!”

The names of the two screaming girls are Yan and Leah.

“… I’m sorry, kids. This is my room.”

Dimas muttered in a timid voice.

I don’t mind being called bald, but I’m not used to being called that old man.

In terms of age, Ross must be several years older than himself.

To Ross, he resents the two of them, whom he always calls “Teacher.”

As if someone were comforting him, he tapped the depressed Dimas’ thigh.

“Sorry, Dimas. My older sisters are immature.”

The name of this boy, the youngest of the three musketeers, is Paulo.

Thanks to this kid who has matured beyond his age, Dimas at least has the strength to endure the scoldings of Yan and Leah.

“Ehh, … bro, do as you like But if the housekeeper says something else, Mr. Ross is in charge, okay?”

“I will return it in time.”

The answer was as trustworthy as usual, but it was clear that he would be criticized by the supervisor again and again.

Dimas sighed inwardly and glanced up at the desk.

The paintings that even a professional painter would believe were being painted by Ross’ rough hands.

Thinking that if Ross had been born elsewhere, he might be a painter by now, Dimas draped a thin coat over his shoulders.

“Then excuse me.”

“Cigarettes again? Uncle, then you get cancer.”

“Then, let me go to the bathroom for a bit-“

As he said that, Paulo’s body stopped following Dimas.

Grabbing Paulo by the scruff of his neck, Chan Ross was shaking his head from side to side.

“It is bad for the body.”

“I just want to talk to Dimas.”

“The same goes for secondhand smoke.”

The way he speaks is like his blunt father.

“Yes, Paulo. Don’t even look at alcohol and cigarettes. There are a lot of women around, so look at them as much as you like!”

“… Chit.”

“That’s s*xual harassment, bald head!”

“Where did you learn those words again? Anyway, kids these days are precocious.”

Dimas muttered dissatisfiedly as he left his dorm room.

Although May is slowly approaching, it is still quite chilly in Academia.

Since it is an ark that wanders around the Pacific Ocean depending on the situation, I wonder if it has moved to a higher latitude now.

There are rumors that an artificial intelligence that controls the temperature of the island will come out soon, but it’s hard to believe simply because it’s a town where there are so many rumors floating around.

After exiting the building, Dimas lit a cigarette with a cheap but sturdy lighter.

At first, he smoked with Ross, but after some time, Dimas started to smoke alone.

“It’s bad for kids… , Can I be a real father?”

There was a faint smile on Dimas’ lips as he muttered that.

It was quite a spectacle to see the strange vitality on Ross’ face, which had always been hardened.

At the moment when the illusion of warmth, opposite to the cold air, swirled in his heart, Dimas saw something moving in his eyes.

“Huh?”

The kid from the next class.

Because of being a bit out of place in his class, he used to come to Dimas’ class from time to time.

The name must be… , It was Jake.

‘Can I go around at this time?’

After sunset, children are not allowed to leave the dormitory without the teacher’s or housekeeper’s permission.

I thought it was a bit strict, but since it’s all dormitory system, it seems like there’s nothing you can do for the safety of the students.

“Anyway, there is no time to rest.”

With his mouth full of displeasure, Dimas immediately tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

It’s time to take her lost child home.

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