Group One formed a team of five, with Jung-han at the head.
Each of them held a battle-axe, a sword, a spear, and a bow and arrows.
‘They balanced close range and long range appropriately. It is planned in its own way, but....’
Yohan watched them from the control room and took a notepad from inside his coat.
Then he tried to classify and write down the people belonging to Group One.
"Class President, what are you doing?"
"This?"
At one student's question, Yohan looked at the ceiling for a moment, then explained.
"Classification codes. I am creating a classification chart considering people's fighting styles, strength, intellectual ability, strategy and tactics, action patterns, ability utilization, and the characteristics of their Ego Weapons."
"Does that help?"
"Does it help?"
Yohan had repeated this action endlessly since his days as an assassin.
Was it said that if one knew oneself and one's enemy, one would win every battle?
Just as Jong-pal had said Hunters classified magic beasts in order to face them, Yohan was merely classifying Hunters in order to face them.
Yohan could classify even in the middle of battle as if by habit, but this time was slightly different from before.
It was not classification meant to kill the opponent, but classification meant to make them grow.
If he was going to make these Hunters, who could not even be classified as D or E, grow from now on, notes and thorough analysis were essential.
"Yeah, a lot."
The student who could not understand his words could only think he had a bizarre personality.
When Group One began moving, the look in Yohan's eyes as he watched them changed.
CRASH—!
Jung-han, who ran at the front, missed his target, and his heavy battle-axe slammed into the ground.
"Next, the guy with the sword, follow up!"
As he tried to pull out the battle-axe embedded in the ground, a Mad Dog began charging at Jung-han.
"Hyah!"
The student holding the sword squeezed his eyes shut and swung at the Mad Dog.
SWISH—!
The blade did not touch the Mad Dog and simply cut through the air.
The student holding the spear behind them did not know what to do and merely held it up.
"You have to follow up next!"
"But you guys are blocking the front...."
"Shut up and do it!"
Nervous at Jung-han's loud voice, the students began pouring out indiscriminate attacks that could hardly be called coordination.
"Got it!"
In the meantime, Jung-han barely pulled the battle-axe from the ground and tried to crush the Mad Dog again with force.
"Look at these dog bastards dodge!"
The three Mad Dogs leisurely avoided Group One's attacks.
And when the students' attacks slowed from exhaustion, they did not miss that opening.
"Hiiik! Run! The front line has been broken!"
"Just shoot! Shoot them so those dogs run away!"
Yohan continued writing notes as he watched the continuously panicking Group One.
‘Jung-han. Strength is C. Judging by the group he prepared, I thought his tactics, strategy, and intellectual ability would be about D, but in the end, they do not even reach E.’
Then he wrote a code beside his name.
‘His actions are too large for attacking. He needs to make them simpler. And he trusts himself stupidly far too much.’
Yohan frowned, his head aching over the students' actions and the miserable analysis results.
In order to make them grow, he had to rebuild them from zero.
He had to think about the fastest yet most stable method.
Ten minutes later, to proceed with class, Jong-pal took the microphone.
[Students of Group One, Group One's mock training will end here. Please come into the control room.]
Jung-han and the students looked inside the control room while gasping for breath.
Then they watched Yohan's expression.
When Yohan gestured with his chin, the students lowered their heads and entered the control room.
"Well done, Group One. For your first time facing magic beasts, you did impressively."
Even at Jong-pal's praise, the students of Group One did not look very pleased.
They merely examined Yohan's reaction.
"You."
"Hm?"
The students of Group One quickly looked at Yohan when he spoke.
"Each of you will run thirty laps after class ends. Understood?"
"Yes...."
"Listen to the volume of your voices. Understood?!"
"Yes!"
Jung-han clicked his tongue and scolded the other members of Group One.
"If you had just done a little better...."
"I don't think you're the one who should be saying that!"
"What? Are you trying to go against me right now?"
When the atmosphere grew bad, Jong-pal stepped in.
"It is all right. Who can do well from the beginning? Next, Group Two, prepare."
Even with Jong-pal's comfort, the students' atmosphere did not change.
Jong-pal found that displeasing.
‘These things are ignoring me when I, an instructor, am speaking?’
But Jong-pal still did not show it.
The only moment one could reveal emotion to an opponent was when one was certain one could trample them.
Unaware of that, Group Two went out to the training ground while looking at Yohan's eyes, which had grown even sharper.
The result was worse than Group One's.
"Grrrr."
"The Mad Dogs are coming to bite us!"
"Where did the swordsmen go?!"
Only after Jong-pal touched the control room's equipment before any injuries occurred could it end.
Group Three, then Group Four. Far from improving, it would not be an exaggeration to say they had regressed instead.
A problem occurred with Group Four in particular.
They had tried to use one student as bait while the others attacked the magic beasts.
At the act of abandoning a member of the same group, Yohan's anger reached its peak, and he did not consider it a strategy.
Group Four's foolish strategy was stopped by Instructor Jong-pal before much time had passed.
Then the students of Group Four came into the control room.
"You dog bastards!"
As soon as the students of Group Four entered, Yohan looked at them and shouted.
"You used a group member as bait to hunt magic beasts? And you still call yourselves students of the same class?!"
"But...."
"But what?!"
One student gathered his courage and shouted.
"If we don't even do that, we'll have to run again!"
"Do you hate running that much? More than a member of the same group dying?!"
"Dying...? Who would die...."
"If this were real combat, you would all already be dead. Do you understand?!"
Yohan recalled the Shadow Unit he had ordered to survive when he faced the Hunters in the First Gate.
Even though they had been an assassin group raised professionally, not a single person had survived.
And yet, who would die?
Knowing that those were not words that should come from the mouths of people who would have to share hardship and happiness from now on, Yohan had no choice but to fly into a rage.
"We won't do it again...."
"Try it one more time, and then I will kill you myself."
"Understood...."
"You will run the same one hundred laps you ran this morning today. If someone cannot do it, the ones remaining will run in their place. Understood?!"
"Yes!"
Yohan clicked his tongue and calmed his anger.
Then he looked at the notepad again and began analyzing them.
That was the greatest courtesy Yohan could show them as people.
‘All of them are below a certain level in every area, but that is only the result of failing to make use of their strengths. I need to place them in more suitable positions....’
As Yohan's expression grew darker with concentration, the students only watched his mood even more closely.
"Group Five, please enter."
Group Five, which included Han-na, entered the training room.
Yohan held onto his notepad until the end and began writing about them.
[Now, Group Five's training will begin.]
When Jong-pal's voice came through the speaker, the atmosphere of Group Five changed.
The students holding bows had already drawn their bowstrings, and the student holding a sword ran toward the corner, except for one person left to protect the archers.
"Begin!"
As soon as the three Mad Dogs appeared, Han-na and the archers released their bowstrings.
SWISH—!
The arrows did not hit the Mad Dogs.
However, the Mad Dogs retreated from the flying arrows.
Not missing that moment, Han-na and the archers drew their bowstrings again and rapidly fired arrows.
"Left! Next, the center!"
THUNK, THUNK, THUNK—!
The arrows continued failing to hit the Mad Dogs and embedded themselves in the ground, but they succeeded in driving them into a corner.
"What the hell? When we listened to that moron Han-na, it actually worked?"
"How did she do that?"
"I don't know. For now, just keep listening to her."
Han-na, who had not stood out in class until now, was finally beginning to make her name known.
Yohan looked at her and began writing in his notebook.
‘Observation: C. She does not hesitate to act, and she has the ability to execute based on what she analyzed. However, in terms of stamina, physical strength, and basic physical ability, she is the opposite of Jung-han.’
Even in his previous life, the Unique Ability that had been hardest to face was Cold Judgment. Since Han-na possessed it, Yohan had held some expectations as well.
As if living up to his expectations, Han-na drove the Mad Dogs into the corner.
When the Mad Dogs were cornered, she tried to make her small voice as loud as possible and spoke.
"N-Now!"
The two swordsmen who had gone there in advance cut the necks of the Mad Dogs, which were busy retreating.
When their necks flew off, the Mad Dogs disassembled as if their holograms were disappearing.
"Success!"
When all three Mad Dogs' necks were sent flying, Jong-pal's voice came through the speaker.
[Clear time: 2 minutes 43 seconds! Good work. Everyone, please come into the control room.]
By defeating the Mad Dogs that no one had been able to clear, the students of Group Five proudly entered the control room.
Yohan looked at them and said one thing.
"Well done."
Hearing praise instead of punishment for the first time, the students were moved and clenched both fists.
"Han-na, come here."
When Yohan called Han-na over, she shrank back and approached him.
"Why? Did I make some mistake...?"
"No. It is the opposite. You planned the final strategy well. How did you do it?"
"I did not do it.... It was possible because the others showed me everything up front."
"Showed you?"
"Yes. It was possible because they showed me the Mad Dogs' movements. Though I could not set the arrows' trajectory because I could not read the wind...."
"How long did it take you to do that?"
"Hm.... Roughly thirty minutes?"
Yohan placed a hand on his lips.
‘Thirty minutes. The analysis is too slow. If this had been real combat, she would have died immediately.’
At that, Han-na looked at Yohan anxiously.
"What is wrong?"
"Nothing. You did well. If not for you, Group Five would have been running again."
"Really? Did I do well?"
"Of course. I will give you a reward later."
"Th-Thank you!"
Unable to suppress her trembling smile, Han-na went back to Group Five's side.
At that moment, Yohan thought.
‘Right. There is no need to raise them all into perfectly well-rounded people. If everyone builds basic stamina and makes use of their specialized areas, that will be enough.’
Based on what he had written in his notes, Yohan began constructing customized training methods.
‘Perhaps some of them may even become better than me in certain areas.’
As if the time had finally come, Jong-pal smiled wickedly.
"Last, Student Yohan, please prepare."
Before they knew it, the last group had finished training, and Yohan's turn had come.
Yohan left the control room and went out to the training ground.
As he waited while stretching, it was not long before a voice came from the speaker.
[Environment Condition: Before Hell Gate.]
One student inside the control room spoke.
"Something is different from what we did, though?"
At that, the control room was adjusted so the inside could not be seen from outside.
[3 A-grade Cerberuses summoned.]
Along with the announcement, Jong-pal's voice flowed from the speaker.
[Are you flustered, Yohan? I, Park Jong-pal, will suppress you, who has been running wild since the beginning of the semester.]