The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Lee Ho-jae, 60th Floor: All right… Don’t die.]

I sent the message to Lee Yun-hye.
I’m sure she will do well.
She’s made plenty of preparations. The rest is up to her.

I was about to close the large book on the desk, but I stopped my hand.
Instead, I flipped to the front page.

The contents at the beginning of the book were the records up to when Lee Hyung-jin challenged the 17th Floor.
Most of the contents were about plans and records for accelerating his development.
Also, the pages were filled with comparative a.n.a.lysis between him and the mirage at the 17th Floor as he continued to develop.

I flipped each page slowly as I read the contents.
Soon, I got to the part that was just before Lee Hyung-jin challenged the floor.
The day before he challenged the 17th Floor, the records showed a detailed a.n.a.lysis of his growth, simulation of his duel against the mirage, the result and his a.n.a.lysis of the simulation’s results.

That was the end of the records by Lee Hyung-jin.
As for the records afterwards… They were not by Lee Hyung-jin.

Ugh…
I brought out a piece of candy from the inventory and bit on it.
I decided to correct my habit of signing whenever I felt uneasy.
As Yong Yong grew, he started to be even more disapproving toward my singing.
Does he hate it that much?
Whenever he heard me sing, he snarled like a cat who just heard the vacuum cleaner turning on. Thinking about his reactions to my singing shames me a little.

I could understand Yong Yong.
I was well aware that I was terrible at singing.
So, instead of singing, I decided to put something sweet in my mouth.
I’ve heard that sweet substances improve one’s mood, although I don’t think it is helping much.

I was thinking about this while remembering a friend who always looked happy to have something sweet. However, this turned out to be not all that great of an idea.
Thinking about the friend made me feel good for a moment.
However, right after that, I felt low again.
I have not seen that friend for such a long time now.

Didn’t you sever all links with me?

[I reconnected them. I was wondering what was going on.]

Is that so.
Um…
Hey, what would my mirage at the 17th Floor think when it meets someone of Lee Yun-hye’s caliber as the opponent?

[It probably will curse at the difficulty.]

That’s probably it.
It will promptly swear at the G.o.ds.

[It might lose. Out of 100 fights, about 80 of them.]

What about the rest?

[They will both die in about 15 fights, and maybe it will manage to win in the over five?]

That’s probably right.
No matter what, it was not possible to raise Lee Yun-hye’s chance of victory any further.
Her power was in no way insignificant.
Lee Yun-hye was already significantly more powerful than my former self at the 17th Floor.

[What could we do now? We did everything we could. Lee Yun-hye grew as much as she could as well. This is the limit. Nothing is going to change even if we delayed this any further. I am certain about this.]

Still, I am so worried.

[By any chance, if something goes wrong this time again, don’t go kicking yourself and dig a hole on the ground. It is so unsightly to watch. You have Yong Yong now.]

Do you have to talk to me like that?
Aren’t you anxious?

[I don’t have much thoughts on the matter. To begin with, I was born at the 60th Floor and have been living here since. It was an incredibly boring life. Still, since Yong Yong was born, I felt like I could enjoy living. I had been living well since. When I can go outside, that would be fun too, but I won’t be so shocked if I cannot.]

It must be great being you since you don’t have any worries.

[Why don’t you come out soon? Yong Yong is waiting.]

Having heard what he said, I checked the time.
It was almost time for dinner.
After dinner today, we were going to have Yong Yong try out polymorph magic.
Yong Yong was very excited about the prospect of transforming into a form that was similar to me and the clone.
Yong Yong had been waiting for this for days and focusing on polymorph magic.
He will want to finish dinner as soon as possible and challenge polymorph magic.

Thinking about Yong Yong who was probably anxiously waiting for me to join them for dinner, I got out of the room.

“Shall we start?”

Having heard the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Yong Yong stepped onto the magic circle. He bobbed his head up and down eagerly.
Actually, it has been a while since Yong Yong mastered the polymorph magic.
It’s been two rounds… So, two months?

However, Yong Yong wanted to look completely human.
Also, he did not want to show his progressive iterations to us.
He obsessively tried to hide his intermediate forms of being about half human and half hatchling.

The clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d thought of it as a teenager who would not want his parents to see him changing clothes. I thought it was because Yong Yong was a perfectionist when it came to magic.
Anyway, we never saw Yong Yong in a polymorphed state.
Of course, if we wanted to peek at Yong Yong’s polymorph training, it’s not like he could stop us, but we didn’t because we were certain that Yong Yong would hate that.
Perhaps it was something unique to dragons, but Yong Yong was especially sensitive to privacy.
Slowly, Yong Yong started to recite the incantation.
Although polymorph was a high-level magic, the incantation was completed quickly.

“Polymorph.”

With the activation word, white smoke was generated and hid Yong Yong.
Actually, polymorph magic didn’t have such a smoke effect.
It was a special effect added by Yong Yong.
Could it be that he is embarra.s.sed about the transformation sequence, just as the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d thought?

I could hear cracking noise and Yong Yong’s faint cries.
It seemed his mastery was not high enough to go through the polymorph painlessly.

After a while, the white smoke was gone. Yong Yong looked human. He shouted brightly,

“Success! Dad! I succeeded!”

He was excited. Yong Yong was running toward me. I wanted to smile back at him, but the tip of my mouth refused to move because of one problem.
Yong Yong looked unrealistic. He looked like something straight out of a fashion magazine.

First, as of a hatchling of a silver dragon, he had silver hair and silver eyes. He was short, reaching around my waist.
Also, he was wearing extravagant clothing, something that people from the days of Rome wore.

[PR Note: Basically your super-cute adorable anime kid with silver hair and silver eyes wearing a toga.]

Silver hair and silver eyes were common in anime. However, seeing them in real life looked very unrealistic.
I was not saying they were odd. I was just saying his appearance was that mesmerizing.
Actually, that was not the real problem.
I was panicking for a completely different reason.
It seemed the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d was panicking for the same reason. Confused, the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d said,

[Was Yong Yong a girl?]

She was sitting on my lap. Yong Yong was curious about having ten fingers on her hands now. She fiddled with them as I watched her.
I still could not recover from the shock.
No matter how I looked at her, Yong Yong’s polymorph appearance was not a boy who happen to look really good and fair. Yong Yong appeared to be a girl.

[I thought she was a boy because you told me Yong Yong is your son.]

I thought so too.
d.a.m.n it, how did I screw this up?

My brain was not running properly because of the shock.
No matter how I look, she is a girl.
Her long hair was coming down to her shoulders.
The skull structure of her face, the shapes of her facial features…
Also, below her head…

Kang!

Yong Yong suddenly got down from my laps. She generated a transparent barrier.
It was a seal that prevented mana from approaching her.

“No!”

She created a barrier between me and her. She showed her palm toward me and shouted in a stern voice.
If anyone else saw this, they would have been reminded of a policewoman who was directing the traffic.

“… That’s right. If someone tries to examine you with mana, block it like that.”
“Yes! I did well, right?”
“Yes, yes. You did well, our Yong Yong. You remembered my words well. You are so smart.”

I praised her like that. Yong Yong disengaged the barrier and smiled widely, thinking she accomplished something monumental just now.
I stroke her head and sighed inside.

Ugh…
I was too thorough in protective education.

[Should I try to examine her without her knowing?]

Don’t bother. If she notices still, then how are you going to explain that to her?
Considering Yong Yong’s caliber, it won’t be easy to get past her barriers and examine her internal organs while keeping her oblivious.
Also, I taught her that examining another person through mana is very rude. I also taught her that it should not be done to anyone except to enemies.
On top of this, I told her that she could not let down her guard, especially among those close to her.
Yong Yong hated doing this in the first place as well.
I was glad that Yong Yong thought what I did earlier was just a test like the ones I had been giving her in the past.

Ugh… The early education is coming back to haunt me.

[Check after having Yong Yong turn back to the hatchling form.]

Check what?

[Check the thingy. She is wearing clothes in polymorph form. Won’t the thingy be visible if you flip Yong Yong in the hatchling form?]

[PR: I’m a.s.suming “thingy” refers to Yong Yong’s genitalia.]

… It is not possible to check the gender via visible inspection.

[What? How could that be?]

It turns out there are some species of lizards where determining the gender through visual inspection is not possible.

[… In that case, let’s check in the current form.]

What?

[It’s easy to determine gender for human beings.]

Having said that, the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d bravely approached Yong Yong.

“Yong Yong, try holding still for a bit.”
“Okay, Uncle!”

Yong Yong smiled and responded.
It seemed the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d was relieved to hear that. He relaxed his face a little and grabbed Yong Yong’s clothes.
At that moment, Yong Yong showed an extreme response.
She s.n.a.t.c.hed the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s wrist and twisted it behind his back to neutralize him. She then shot a powerful shockwave at the defenseless clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s back.

The quiet residential area was filled by a violent sound of explosion. The centerpiece of it all was the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d, who was thrown to the distance and plummeted on the ground.

“No! I hate it! Stop!”

Yong Yong shouted those words in loud, exhilarating voice as if they were the one-liner for a magical girl’s transformation scene. Yong Yong then looked at me.
She looked like she was expecting me to praise her.

… I think I was way too diligent in s.e.xual education.
I struggled to hide my troubled mood as I held Yong Yong’s hand.

“Yong Yong, you should say ‘No’ first and then attack. You reversed the order of things.”

Yong Yong panicked a little.

“Still, you did well. If anyone tries to take you to a corner or offer candy and asks you to go somewhere or grab your clothes without your permission, then…”
“Shout NO and then attack!”
“That’s right. That’s right. My Yong Yong is so smart. You remember everything I taught you. Well done.”

Perhaps because I tried to examine her with mana earlier, it seemed she was a.s.suming the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s move was also a test.
I taught Yong Yong to fight off any suspicious individual who tries to approach her; it could be an attempted kidnapping or s.e.xual a.s.sault. I taught her to promptly declare that she is refusing such treatment and then attack with full force.

Yong Yong seemed to be in a great mood because of the two consecutive praisings. I stroke her head and said to the clone b.a.s.t.a.r.d who was thrown to the distance.

Hey, are you all right?

[…]

Are you not all right?

[What the… She is not even two years old. Why did you teach her such things.]

I heard that things like this should be taught early on.

[Who said such bullc.r.a.p?]

I read it from a book about raising children.