I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I smacked the back of Charon’s head, and he fell flat on his face.

“Ack!” He asked, “Why did you hit me all of a sudden...?

“Just cause.”

“‘Just cause’...? I see—no, I mean, there must be a deeper reason behind it. Let me try to figure it out...”

I gave him a flat stare and shook my head. Had I beaten him too hard these last two days? It seemed like he wasn’t quite all there.

Ignoring the baffled looks from the young heroes, I recalled the events of the past two days.

Though there wasn’t much to recall.

I’d taught him, advised him, and beaten him up. That was it.

Honestly, I don’t enjoy teaching others, nor do I think I have any talent for it.