The Only Asian in the Academy

1 – #001 Funeral Without Tears

I don’t want to criticize the dead, and I don’t want to curse at my own father, but looking at it objectively, my father wasn’t normal.

“Son, in fact, this father’s hometown is not a meadow. It’s not even the east that’s far east. This father is a foreigner from another world.”

“… ….”

At the age of 8, he was still young enough to know what to do, but he knew at least that his father was crazy.

At first she thought she was drunk. They say that she is a nobleman who does not do anything every day and lives with alcohol, so she is drunk again and talking nonsense.

However, his father’s eyes when he said that he came from another world were unusually clear and sincere, and he did not stop talking nonsense that should have ended once and for all.

“This world is a world in a game called Sage Academy. I was playing around with the concept of Kim Han-nam reincarnated in another world after making Hannam Con kerma, but when I came to my senses, I was possessed by this trashy world. Does this make sense?! Do you want me to possess you for playing a joke with karma?!”

Seeing my father heat up by repeating meaningless words, I didn’t know what to do, so I gave an appropriate reply with a bewildered face.

For some reason, the father’s words continued and ended with the absurd story that the devil would soon be resurrected and the world would be destroyed.

Demon God, the creator of demon lords who are said to have rampaged in various places, and an ancient evil god that only appears in fairy tales, not in history.

Well, let’s assume that the demon is resurrected soon at the concession of 100 steps. But what am I supposed to do to stop it?

I am not a descendant of a warrior, but the son of a mad barbarian who claims to have come from another world.

“Don’t worry. Originally, the player is not the son of the hero who defeated the demon king, but a person who has nothing to do with the hero’s lineage. So you can too.”

Even if I conveyed such a question to my father, my father would only cover it up with strange sophistry.

From that day on, the harsh training with the goal of defeating the demon in the fairy tale began.

Of course, I didn’t want to receive such training, but I had no choice as I depended on my father for everything including food, clothing and shelter.

“… Father, why do you have to hold two spears and wield them? It’s so heavy that I can’t hold even one bag properly. Can’t I just hold on to one bag?”

Even though he held out his bloody hand from bursting blisters and appealed, what came back was nonsense, not permission.

“No, if you practice with only one weapon, your dual weapon proficiency will not increase, and you will waste time later. It may be difficult now, but the twin spears are the best setting with excellent DPS as well as excellent move sets, so endure with evil and evil.”

“What nonsense is that? Can’t we fight with something like a shield instead of just a spear?”

“Taeng!!! Where else can a boy carry a shield that women and girls use!! Also, the combination of shield and spear is stable, but when enemies who learn penetration skills appear in the middle, it becomes very difficult until you get a penetration null shield!! It’s better to go with twin spears from the beginning and play with evasion and counters!!”

‘Someday I will hit it with a shield and kill it… !’

My father’s training was both difficult and difficult, but the bizarreness was different from other trainings.

I couldn’t understand half of the words because I kept overusing unknown words like DPS, PVP, and PVE, and I even felt like we were using different languages.

The training was arduous and bizarre, and the mind and body were very tired, but it was still one of the axes that could be endured.

I don’t want to admit it, but I realized that the more I devoted myself to training while receiving my father’s teachings, the stronger I became.

But….

“Son, follow me. Pink hair is a whore.”

“Pink hair is a whore… ?”

“Yes, pink hair is lewd and vulgar by nature. In this father’s hometown, prostitutes are also called pink women, which is the wise wisdom of our ancestors who saw through that all pink hair is a prostitute. So don’t ever get involved with pink hair either. All pink hair is whores.”

“Yes…. But father….”

“What is it?”

“What is a prostitute? Are you like a spearman?”

“Ah, I guess I should explain it from there. Then, first of all, I will teach you about non-virgins, who are to be avoided the most in this world.”

Even if I put up with everything else, I couldn’t stand the bizarre chastity education that took place every night.

After hearing that pink hair is a prostitute, I went out to town and called a girl my age with pink hair a prostitute and was slapped by her parents.

That girl, who only later learned the meaning of a prostitute, still gives me a particularly stinging look when I go to the village.

Although she did become a real prostitute later on, things wouldn’t have gone so twisted then if it hadn’t been for her father anyway.

Even if I went as her guest, she wouldn’t have let go of the ponytail.

The abuse under the guise of training did not end there.

There was a time when I was left alone in a remote mountain infested with monsters, and there was a time when I was forced to participate in a fighting tournament where killing was permitted in the name of training in martial arts.

It would have been nice if we had at least one good memory, but why do we not have a single ordinary memory?

“Once upon a time, I should have gone on a picnic in a field instead of practicing crazy.”

Looking at my father’s cold corpse lying comfortably on the bed in vivid reality, not a terrible old memory, I muttered briefly.

Today, no, maybe yesterday, my father died.

This morning, my father, who had been particularly weak lately, was asleep on the bed with a comfortable expression.

Usually, when a parent dies, at least a drop of tear comes out, but since our father-son relationship is so unique, instead of tears, a laugh leaked out.

“If I had at least one good memory, I would have sent it with a tearful face.”

Those words were true and false at the same time.

While I promised my father that I would one day pay for everything I suffered, I also worried about my father when he was weak.

Anyway, my father died. Finally, he was liberated from the madness of the abuse in the name of training.

“… ….”

But why am I not very happy when it must have been a moment I had been waiting for my whole life.

***

The funeral was held quickly.

Our rich man, who was despised as a savage by those around him, had no one to call for his funeral, so he had no time to prepare.

“Can I really send it like this?”

“Yes, I heard that it is a funeral custom in my father’s hometown. So you can send it this way.”

One day, my father taught me about a funeral custom called cremation, in which a body is burned and the bone powder is placed.

Maybe it was just a passing story, but it was quite rare for my father to talk about things other than training, so I wanted to send it this way.

“I see…. To be honest, I don’t quite understand it, but if it’s your customs, I’ll understand.”

Standing by my side, Mallock the Flame Mage, was one of the few people in the village who didn’t treat me and his father like uncivilized barbarians.

In order to burn the corpse in an instant, ordinary fire was not enough, so he deliberately spent money to bring it.

“No matter how much the bereaved family hopes, I feel resistance to burning people. Know that he would never have done it had it not been for your request.”

“Yes, I am well aware of it.”

“Then, now that the preparations are complete, you can do it anytime, but… Before that, would you like to say goodbye one last time?”

“…… I don’t really have anything like that, but hearing those words reminded me of things I hadn’t done yet.”

On top of my father’s body, I put the strategy book that my father handed over to me when he was weak.

Perhaps he had a premonition of his own death, but he passed the strategy book to me to refer to in case he dies.

“A book? Is it like your father’s journal?”

“It’s not a journal, but it’s true that my father wrote it.”

“Is it okay to burn such a thing? What you had must have been a keepsake left for you.”

“…… It’s okay.”

To be honest, I would have liked to have kept the unhelpful book if possible, but it occurred to me that I would not be able to escape my father’s madness in the true sense of the word without burning it.

When I nodded, saying it was okay, Mallock understood my feelings and chanted the incantation, not wanting to say anything more.

Then, along with the boiling mana, the flames attached to his father’s body rose high into the sky in an instant.

I closed my eyes for a moment thinking that everything was finally over, and opened my eyes again, reminiscing about the past.

[Complete transfer of system. Due to the death of the owner of the system, the authority of the system is transferred from ‘Hannam, the man who does everything’ to his relative, ‘Yujin Han’.]

“……… Uh?”

I began to see things that I shouldn’t have even if I could see them.

…… Why is this for real?