[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 47

The sergeant who heard my words glared at me, his jaw trembling.

“Watch your mouth. This is the military, not your playground.”

“Can’t you see his arm’s torn? You rotten little brat, are your eyes just for decoration? Why are you dragging him around? Should I tear it off for you?”

Ignoring the sergeant, I looked at the ring and saw a soldier who had been going wild against Gang-cheol. Upon hearing my cursing, he kicked Gang-cheol’s shin with his military boot.

Gang-cheol, clutching his shin where the boot had landed, bent over.

“Ugh…”

“Gang-cheol!”

I urgently stepped into the ring and blocked the soldier.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine. Sister, please step down.”

“Damn it. Fine? It’s already swollen.”

While I was checking on Gang-cheol, a mocking voice came.

“Are you filming a soap opera? Why is a civilian up here? Go down and watch from there.”

I looked up and saw the soldier’s name tag: Kwak Jun-myung. Turning my head, I saw the sergeant: Kwak Man-je.

“Ah, now I get it. It’s the two idiots, father and son, causing trouble, huh?”

As I helped Gang-cheol out of the ring, I saw three officers looking at me.

“Battalion Commander.”

“Yes, Miss Ga-eul.”

“It seems Cheol has fallen out of favor with that idiot. And that North Korean pig seems to be backing that idiot who’s been bullying Cheol. What do you think?”

The Battalion Commander, deep in thought, slowly replied.

“…That seems to be the case.”

“Anyone can see that bug who can’t even throw a punch is acting up because of his daddy, right?”

“…Yes.”

“It’s not like I’m blind. To me, it looks like the 901 Special Operations Unit is licking the ass of that North Korean pig.”

“….”

Leaving the silent Battalion Commander behind, I grabbed a plastic chair and sat Gang-cheol down.

“Sister, I’m fine.”

“Cheol.”

I picked up the phone I had thrown on the floor and handed it to Gang-cheol.

“Yes, sister.”

In the now quiet gym, I spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Even a passing civilian can see the idiots playing around. You guys who live here day in and day out can’t be blind to it, right?”

I scanned the soldiers looking at me and finally turned to the sergeant.

“Aren’t you ashamed at your age?”

In the hierarchical military, with the high-ranking Battalion Commander and Sergeant Major staying silent, the other soldiers were quiet too.

“I’m a trashy woman, and I really enjoy bullying. Why? Because it’s fun. Right, Man-je?”

The sergeant, hearing my words, was only checking the Sergeant Major’s reaction.

“Gang-cheol.”

“Yes, sister.”

“Take a good picture of me.”

Ignoring Gang-cheol’s attempts to stop me, I climbed into the ring and gestured for the sergeant to come up.

“Man-je, come up quickly. You’re not scared of a girl, are you?”

The sergeant, who had been watching the Sergeant Major’s reaction, seeing no response, heaved his bulky body into the ring.

Though he’s gained weight now, his years in the Special Operations Unit showed as his body moved lightly despite its appearance.

“Wear a headgear.”

“Stop messing around, you North Korean pig. You wear it.”

“…Don’t regret it later. This isn’t a place for kids to play.”

“Man-je, don’t ask me to pay for the damages later.”

“That’s my line.”

Ignoring the sergeant’s nervous babbling, I turned to Gang-cheol.

“Red, can I beat this guy to death?”

[Ding!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[With so many eyes watching, as long as you don’t kill him, I’ll handle the aftermath.]

[Crazy woman, just get down.]

[He may look like that, but he’s a muscle pig. Just get down, Room Master.]

As I gritted my teeth, looking at the sergeant, the Sergeant Major’s voice came from behind.

“Eye gouging, headbutting, biting, pinching, hair pulling, and strikes to the groin and back of the head are prohibited.”

“That’s what he said. Are you warmed up, Man-je?”

At my teasing, the sergeant, moving his thick arms around, took a fighting stance.

At the same time, a loud sound came from outside the ring.

─Ding!

With the sound of the bell, I calmly walked to the center of the ring.

Having never fought before, let alone done martial arts, I raised my arms and slightly bent my upper body, mimicking what I’d seen on TV.

The sergeant, seeing my clumsy stance, smirked and lowered his raised arms.

“Pfft.”

Unable to hold back his laughter, he scoffed and, without moving from his corner, wiggled his fingers at me.

I stepped close enough to reach out, but the sergeant raised his guard and wiggled his wrist, daring me to hit him.

Wanting to land a punch on his face, I pulled my fist back to my shoulder, gathering strength like I was hitting a punching machine.

As I threw my punch, my twisted shoulder and waist straightened, and my fist landed not on his guard but on his protruding belly.

─Thud!

“Ugh!”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed ominously through the gym.

[What…]

[Can you hear the damn drum sound?]

[Is it just me or did my guts just explode?]

As I retracted my fist, I saw the guy’s face flipping forward, his eyes rolling back.

I quickly pulled my fist back, gathered strength, and drove it into the falling superior’s face like an uppercut.

—Whack!

I felt a crushing sensation in my hand as the superior’s massive body shuddered and fell backward.

Looking at the superior’s trembling face with his eyes rolled back, his nose was smashed, and his cheekbone was caved in.

“Whoo— North Korean pig, cut!”

[You crazy bitch!!!!]

[Ahhh, Room Master, you psycho!]

As my voice echoed in the now silent gym, the soldiers around finally started murmuring and hurriedly climbed onto the ring.

“Supply Officer! Supply Officer!! Snap out of it!!”

“Quick, call the medic!!”

I watched the frantic scene on the ring for a moment, then came down and approached Gang-cheol and the officers.

“Battalion Commander, I think we need to replace the Supply Officer.”

At my words, the Battalion Commander let out a hollow laugh.

“I’m not the one who appoints them, but I’ll have to request it from higher-ups.”

Meanwhile, the Sergeant Major stood silently, arms crossed, exuding the aura of a seasoned veteran.

I glanced at the Sergeant Major, then turned my gaze to Gang-cheol, whose face was even more swollen than before.

“Cheol, you need to ice this.”

“I’m fine.”

“Fine my ass.”

Just then, I saw the medic running in from the gym entrance, carrying a medical kit.

“Over here!”

The medic, who had run over to us, asked a question as if something was off.

“Is this the right person?”

“Yes. Our Cheol is hurt. Please treat him.”

The medic looked at Gang-cheol’s leg, which was rolled up as he sat, and pulled out a cold pack from the kit.

“Just add water, and it’ll get cold immediately. Use this for the compress.”

As I took the pack and thanked him, a loud shout came from beside me.

“You crazy bitch! What are you doing! Medic, over here!”

Finally sensing something was wrong, the medic climbed onto the ring to check the superior’s condition.

“This isn’t something we can handle here. We need to get him to the military hospital. No, a university hospital. His face is caved in!”

Watching the medic frantically call for an ambulance, I told Gang-cheol I’d add water to the cold pack and was about to move when a soldier blocked my path.

“Hey, you damn bitch!”

The soldier, fuming, started hurling curses at me. I recognized him as the guy who had been hitting Gang-cheol earlier.

“What, you idiot? Do I need to dig your grave for you? Be satisfied with what you got.”

[LOLOLOL]

[Damn, that’s refreshing. That’s our Room Master for you.]

Unable to contain his anger, the guy tried to charge at me, but the Sergeant Major stepped in.

“Sergeant Kwak Jun-myung. If you want to fight, do it on the ring.”

“Didn’t you see what she did?”

“I did. You underestimated her because she’s a woman, and you got beaten.”

The guy, unable to retort, trembled and glared at me.

“What are you looking at, you bastard? Want to share a coffin?”

[Room Master, maybe tone it down a bit, LOL.]

[LOLOL, whatever.]

[For real, LOL, I feel so relieved.]

“That’s why you shouldn’t mess with my kid. These idiots can’t touch anyone but me.”

“This had nothing to do with you.”

“How is it not my business? Did your brain short-circuit? I said he’s my kid. Why are you kicking him with your boots? If you hadn’t done that, I would’ve let it slide.”

“You crazy bitch, you’re not even a soldier! It’s training!”

The guy, clearly out of his mind, started spouting nonsense and tried to charge again, but the Sergeant Major blocked him once more.

“Sergeant Kwak Jun-myung. I said fight on the ring.”

The guy glared at me with bulging eyes and threw a finger glove at me.

“Come up…”

I peeked out from behind the Sergeant Major, who was blocking the now red-faced guy, and said:

“Alrighty. Yes, fart fart tee. Sergeant Major Grandpa shield tee. Impenetrable shield, right? Super tough, huh? All you can do is tremble, right? I sent that North Korean pig packing, so I’m a national hero, right? Sent him off on a Taepodong missile, right? You’re pissed, right? Super pissed, right? Want to kill me, right? But you can’t, right? Your parents’ enemy is right in front of you, but you can’t do anything, right? Useless, useless tee. Yes, Sergeant Major Grandpa’s shield is too tough.”

[LOL, you crazy bitch, stop provoking him.]

[Damn, this is so childish LOLOLOL.]

[Ah, this is so infuriating LOLOLOL.]

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