Is This Godfather's True Strength!?

Hissss!

Every child gaped and sucked in a cold breath.

Snot ran down some of their lips and into their mouths, but they did not care.

Everything that had happened in less than two minutes had shattered their understanding of the world.

It had also overturned their impression of the kind gentleman who, according to legend, was skilled at healing and saving people.

Especially that final blow—he had killed a Gifted using a gesture they played with every day!

It set their imaginations racing.

Could those movements and poses they treated as games really wield extraordinary power in their teacher's hands?

The children remembered his gentle smile that afternoon and evening as he praised and encouraged them.

His smile had been so sincere and warm. He had seemed like an older brother.

Despite his high standing, he had never looked down on their humble origins or their cheap little creations.

Every bit of creativity and effort earned a reward and praise!

Until five minutes ago, they had seen him as a gentle, kind, easygoing gentleman who cared about children.

Now everything had changed.

The children stared at the scene before them.

Though only two minutes had passed, it felt like a year.

Their teacher's strength and ferocity far exceeded anything they had imagined.

His sheer range of methods and overwhelming power shook every child to the core, leaving a mark deep in their souls that would never fade.

"Is this how the Gifted fight?"

"Is this what he expects of us?"

"Is this the battlefield we'll face someday?"

"Could we... be as strong and cool as him someday?!"

Every child's breathing quickened. A fire they could not describe burned in their chests.

They clenched their fists and stared, determined to sear everything into their memories.

Yet not one of