I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

The divine martial artist, Bruce Lee, said:

[Jeet Kune Do uses lawlessness to counter the law, and infinity to counter the finite.]

And I say:

[If you’re going to hit, strike the vital points. And if you’re going to strike the vital points, strike hard.]

Smack!

My palm strike landed on the servant’s philtrum, who had been aiming for my life.

“Damn, you took that hit? You probably lost a few front teeth. You might have to eat porridge for the rest of your life, but is that okay?”

“I…F-Hua…Hmm…Erla…”

Hua? Lan Hua Hong? That Chinese chef? Is this bastard calling me Chinese? One of the common racial discriminations against Asians abroad is asking, ‘Are you Chinese?’ I thought this bastard was just a Communist, but he’s also a racist. This is not only against democracy but also embraces white supremacy. As a guardian of justice, I must punish him.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, watch me! I’m about to punish this Communist and establish democracy!

My fist shattered the servant’s ribs. The bastard was in so much pain that tears were streaming down his face. Does it hurt? I feel like crying too, seeing the tragedy of how Communism has brainwashed you.

“Does it hurt? I feel pain too.”

As the successor of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, my heart aches that I couldn’t spread democracy further and ended up creating victims like you.

“Hua…Inga…”

Hua again? I’m not a Chinese chef.

Martin Luther King, watch me! I’m about to punish this racist and achieve racial harmony!

I raised both fists and slightly lifted my middle finger, striking the servant’s temple and then spinning him.

This is the ultimate technique of the Fist of Punishment, a skill I learned from a woman with a mischievous 5-year-old son.

The bastard died with a scream.

“May you be reborn in a world without Communism and racial discrimination.”

I clasped my hands and prayed for his proper reincarnation. Although you were a damn Communist and racist, it’s not entirely your fault. It’s the environment that made you this way.

But if these bastards came to me, there’s a possibility that they went to others as well.

I picked up the dinner knife from the table. Although it was a dinner knife, it wasn’t as blunt as a patty knife. Handling this type of knife wasn’t my specialty, but now wasn’t the time to be picky. First, I needed to check on Iris.

As I stepped out of the room, another dagger flew at me from the side. But these guys are terrible at throwing knives. If I had thrown a knife like that when I was younger, I wouldn’t have had dinner that day.

Fortunately, I caught the knife by the blade and spun it to grab the handle. Damn, a dagger is indeed a dual-wield weapon.

“Ah~ Did you bring me an extra weapon? Thanks.”

As expected of a Communist, you have a strong sense of equality. It’s a shame to exploit your weakness, but I’m also fighting for my life.

“…Why aren’t you using magic?”

“Do you think it’s worth using against you?”

I’ve been feeling too stiff lately, and I need to exercise at full power. Even the strongest can become weak without continuous training and exercise, and even the sharpest sword can rust without maintenance.

These bastards were just right for sharpening my skills.

“You’ll regret this.”

This bastard said he’d make me regret, but he charged at me. Is he obsessed with me?

“Sorry, but I don’t like regret-obsession novels. Harem, pure love, yuri, wuxia, SF, and more…”

“What’s this bastard mumbling about?”

This bastard was ignoring my novel preferences. I thought he’d show the strengths of Communism, but he’s showing its flaws without any filter. These bastards ignore individual preferences and likes. Aren’t they like the Red Guards who dug up Confucius’ grave and destroyed cultural heritage? In the name of Julian Huxley, the first director-general of UNESCO…

I stabbed the bastard in the gut with the knife.

“Cough!”

But my attack, inheriting the will of UNESCO, didn’t stop there.

Galileo Galilei said:

[And yet it moves.]

And I, Werner, said:

“My knife also spins.”

Stabbing the gut isn’t the end of a knife attack. A real knife attack involves spinning the knife. That’s why it’s called a knife attack, as it involves kneading-like hand movements.

But as expected of a Communist, he went into a frenzy. Despite his condition, he pushed me away and created some distance. His intestines were probably all messed up, and he’d either die or end up paralyzed.

“This bastard is treating the fight like a joke…”

“Then should I stop playing? It’ll get boring.”

“…What?”

“Then I won’t play. You don’t like jokes, do you, friend?”

I approached him and struck his chin, forcing his mouth open.

“Cough!”

His mouth opened wide, and I grabbed his upper and lower teeth. Then, like sliding open a door, I tore his mouth from ear to ear, creating a red mask. Actually, the Red Mask only has his mouth torn, but this guy’s mask goes up to his neck, so it’s a Super Red Mask. The Red Mask is a ghost-like existence, so I made a cross with my hands to exorcise him.

Seeing the cross, the symbol of God that exorcises ghosts, the Super Red Mask collapsed on the floor, bleeding.

“See, isn’t it boring?”

That’s why I wish they’d enjoy the fight a little. If they all die so pathetically, there’s no point in training. Could this be a strategy to rust my skills?

These Black Round Table bastards were despicable. They took away my great magic, and now they’re trying to take away my fighting and martial arts skills. I’ll surely bring divine punishment upon them.

At that moment, a scream came from a room at the end of the corridor.

“Ahhhhhh!”

This voice didn’t belong to Iris, Glacies, or Camellia. It was Flora, Ricardo’s wife.

Other women wouldn’t fall for these pathetic Communist bastards. So, it was the duty of an English gentleman to save the woman who sent out an SOS. I ran straight to the room where the scream came from.

I kicked open the door of the room where the scream was heard.

Inside, I saw a Communist bastard holding a long sword without a hilt, and Flora, bleeding while holding a baby.

“Be…Werner-nim? Help us! Assassins are after us…! At least save the baby…”

“What do you mean, just the baby…?”

“What?”

“If I kill this guy now, I can save everyone.”

The bastard changed the direction of his sword, perhaps because he was worried about me.

“Hey, put that away.”

He remained silent and just took a stance.

“I’m telling you for your own good.”

I was holding a pathetic knife, but if he had a proper sword, I couldn’t play around. Plus, if I used magic, I wasn’t confident I could control it well enough to not harm Flora and the baby.

Ignoring my advice, he charged at me.

I slightly dodged to the side, and he ended up impaling him swordon the black door. Using such a long weapon indoors, he was truly an idiot.

I struck his chin.

Despite getting hit in the jaw, he only hesitated for a moment before regaining his stance. I thought about throwing the knife, but I didn’t because he might dodge, and the knife could hit Flora or the baby.

I hated this cat-and-mouse game…

Fortunately, he charged at me again, relieving me of my worries. From his stance, it seemed like he was aiming for my eyes. Why was he targeting my eyes when I wasn’t even from the Uchiha clan?

And why was he attacking so obviously, showing where he was going to strike?

I grabbed his right arm.

“You need to relearn the basics.”

I twisted his arm and broke it with a knee strike.

“Aaaahhhh!”

“Why are you making such a fuss when the baby is quiet?”

Just as there are No Kids Zones that don’t allow noisy kids, I thought there should be No Assassins Zones to ban these noisy assassins.

Daring to kill a weak woman and child, my English gentleman’s blood couldn’t stop my right hand.

“Ggrrr…”

I made him a Super Red Mask too.