While watching Jin-woo and the Ranger Club's sparring from outside the sparring hall, I confirmed the ability he displayed, reaffirming that the description in the [Character Guide] was indeed true.
"Even with the buffs, to defeat a second-year student on his own."
His skills exceeded my expectations and were genuine.
His flexibility was remarkable, and his movements were so swift that even I might have missed them if I let my guard down, not to mention his proficient dagger techniques.
Most of all, what impressed me the most was his ability.
"That kid must have inherited a bloodline ability."
At first, when he said he could manipulate the wind a bit, I thought it was just that, but his usage was strikingly similar to his father, Antonio Vivaldi.
The ability to control the surrounding wind and use it freely.
Although he can't create wind, it was definitely a formidable ability if the conditions were met.
In the game, Antonio Vivaldi is said to have single-handedly wiped out an organization on a stormy day.
"Well, that kid is quite impressive."
When he suddenly said he was going to fight the 'Ranger Club' in the group chat, I was quite surprised.
"Ah, Boss! You're here?!"
As soon as I came out of the sparring hall, the kid spotted me and waved his hand happily.
Judging from his broad smile, it seemed he hadn't suffered much inside.
"I told you, didn't I? I said I wouldn't get hit."
He seemed very pleased with himself for defeating a second-year student, puffing out his chest proudly.
"Indeed, the way he deflected the arrows was impressive. Still, if it were me, I would have ended it in one strike."
"That's only because Boss is a monster! I... I've been training to deflect even a single bullet from Boss."
It seemed he had been training recently to deflect arrows, which he found familiar.
He must have been quite frustrated to be defeated so quickly without even a chance to fight back.
If he had seen me sweeping away the Triad members at the dock, he wouldn't have thought that way.
Imagining his reaction made me want to laugh.
"Good job. It seems you followed my instructions properly."
I said this while looking at the members of the 'Recipe Development Club' running towards us, each holding something in their hands.
They all seemed to have brought something to help him recover.
"Ooh, seniors. Did you see? This body's uuuuuup?!"
As soon as they reached Jin-woo, they started spooning food from their bowls directly into his mouth.
"This is mugwort porridge, good for recovery."
"This is Dolsan strawberry soup. It helps produce a lot of blood."
"These are the golden garlic cookies I just baked. They're a bit burnt, but they should work."
"Uguuuuugugugug!"
It seemed they were quite worried about him, as he had fought to protect them.
Jin-woo, who was forced to consume the nourishing foods, soon started to look better, but then his face changed and he collapsed.
"Jin-woo?!"
"Was there something in the mixture that shouldn't have been combined?"
"Quick, get the black lemon juice to make him faint faster!"
Se-ah, who had been watching from behind, commented.
"That guy... He's still grinning even while unconscious. Creepy."
I couldn't help but agree with her.
Meanwhile, I could see Yeong-je, who was smiling from a distance.
It seemed he was surrounded by members of the 'Ranger Club,' and he was doing his job well.
"Let's head back. Since he's... well, he's moving his mouth even while unconscious, he should wake up soon."
It didn't seem like he could move on his own, so I slung him over my shoulder. I could feel his jaw moving from behind.
"If you spill on my back, you're dead."
I could feel his jaw movements slowing down.
...Is he really unconscious? It seems so, based on the aura I'm sensing.
After we returned to the club room and threw him on the sofa,
"This body has revived."
I saw Jin-woo wake up as if by magic.
"Jin-woo. Were you really unconscious?"
Se-ah, who had been watching, asked with half-open eyes, amazed by the perfect timing of his revival.
"Hey, didn't you see the arrows sticking into my body? I really fainted as soon as the tension eased after the sparring ended."
Jin-woo protested, but Se-ah didn't seem to believe him.
"Anyway, good job. With the sparring you showed today, those guys won't mess with the Recipe Development Club for a while."
Considering he's a first-year student and managed to defeat a member of the 'Ranger Club,' who seems to be close to the vice president, they would likely lay low for a while.
"Right? Right? Hahaha! See? Even Boss says I did well."
"More importantly, what happens next is crucial. Now that they know the Recipe Development Club is working with us, they'll likely take different actions."
Ideally, they would give up on the 'Golden Walnut Pie' recipe, but judging from their expressions during the sparring, that seemed unlikely.
"Since it's getting late, let's call it a day for today."
Today was the day I was supposed to receive Maestro's suit.
I had also just received a message from Farnello that I had been promoted to 'Officer' through the evaluation.
Before the celebration for my promotion, I needed to receive the suit and get moving, so it was time to leave.
"I'll give you my number. If you need to contact me about anything outside the academy, use this number."
I said this and quickly entered my number into her phone. Jin-woo, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up and entered his number as well.
"Don't forget me. Lady, I'll come like the wind whenever you need me."
...I can't stop him, really.
Is it because his father is Italian, or is he just like that?
After parting with the club members and leaving the academy, I got into the sedan where Han Seo-joon was waiting.
"To Maestro."
"Yes, young master. By the way, I heard you were promoted to an officer in Callione. Congratulations."
"Well, I don't have a designated area, so it's just a title... By the way, did I tell Maestro?"
It was 5 PM.
Since I had just come out, I thought I should contact Maestro.
However, Han Seo-joon shook his head.
"Anyway, Maestro's tailor shop is rented by Don for the whole day today. He's probably having tea with Don at the shop right now."
"My father? Didn't he have the officer evaluation today?"
"Considering you were the subject of the evaluation, he didn't participate to maintain fairness. If Don had been there, everyone would have unanimously agreed."
"Indeed."
Some families might have thought that opposing him would incur my father's displeasure.
I decided to ask Farnello about the evaluation later.
The sedan soon arrived at a bustling commercial area, and among the buildings, a two-story old building stood out.
"This is Maestro's tailor shop, [per l'Imperatore]."
[per l'Imperatore]. The name, meaning 'for the Emperor,' seemed fitting for Maestro's tailor shop.
"Even the homeless man in front of the shop and the citizens loitering nearby are all members of the organization."
"...You noticed?"
"If ordinary people walked like that, most of Seoul's citizens would be excellent hitmen."
It made sense, given that my father, the boss of Callione, and I were in the same place outside the academy.
The thought that almost an entire block was filled with family members was quite chilling.
"Please follow me."
Han Seo-joon parked in the tailor shop's rear parking lot and naturally opened the back door for me.
It seemed there were people in other cars as well, from the parking attendants to the other vehicles.
This showed the extent of my father's influence, which was beyond imagination.
Ding.
As soon as I opened the door and entered the shop, a sweet and heavy fragrance subtly tickled my nose.
The employees bowed to me.
"Welcome. We welcome the visit of Eugene Han Callione, young master."
I thought the interior would be as classic as the exterior, and it was even more impressive than I imagined.
It felt like I had stepped into a high-end tailor shop from the industrial era, far from the modern atmosphere.
I lightly bowed in response to their greetings and followed the guide to the meeting room where my father was waiting.
"Maestro. The young master has arrived."
As I knocked and spoke, a deep voice came from inside.
[Come in.]
Despite the old door, it opened smoothly.
Inside, two middle-aged men were sitting across from each other at a round table.
My father, Don Vito Callione, in a black suit with a cigar in his mouth.
And a neatly dressed man in a brown suit, Maestro Roberto.
"Haha! So this is the son Don has been praising so much."
"That's right. One of my few prides. Eugene, you already know this gentleman, right? This is Roberto Haber, the head tailor of Imperatore and one of the few Maestros in the world."
Roberto stood up, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully.
"Though you make it sound grand... I'm just an old man who knows how to make clothes. It's an honor to meet you, Eugene Han Callione, the rising star of Callione."
"It's an honor to meet you, Maestro, a living legend."
"Hahaha! I'm grateful for your kind words. Well, since the young master is here, Don, let's start with the measurements."
"Please do."
As Roberto approached me, he snapped his fingers, and a blue tape measure formed around his index finger.
"Could you take off your coat, young master?"
"...Your tape measure is unique."
"One of my few talents. It's a magical tape measure that can measure accurately and also reveal the nature and characteristics of the subject. Could you please raise your arms?"
A tape measure that can reveal nature and characteristics. Do all Maestros have such a skill?
While thinking about this, I naturally raised my arms, and the tape measure wrapped around my chest.
"Chest circumference is 102.3... Huh?"
Roberto suddenly looked puzzled and then sighed.
"Phew... This is difficult."
Maestro Roberto suddenly sighed and lowered his head.