Every hero builds a legacy.Jaehyun built a daycare with vegetables.
The Opening Ceremony
The banner fluttered proudly above the greenhouse:
"GREEN AURA DEVELOPMENT CENTER — HOPE BLOOMS HERE!"
Below it, chaos.Children chasing butterflies made of light.Old men arguing over which soil tasted "happier."A girl accidentally grew a watermelon the size of a car.
And in the center stood Choi Jaehyun — dark circles, clipboard, dead eyes.
"I used to be cool," he muttered. "Now I'm headmaster of a salad."
Enter: The Cowardly Hero
A loud voice echoed from the entrance."SON! MY PRECIOUS SON! ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"
Jaehyun froze. "Oh no. No. Not him."
Through the gates came a tall man in a ridiculous white cape, ducking behind it every time a pigeon flew overhead.Hair slicked back, armor still shiny — and trembling.
"Behold!" Woojin shouted. "Choi Minho, The Wind Hero!"
"Wind Hero my foot," Jaehyun said dryly. "He ran away from a vacuum cleaner once."
"I DID NOT!" Minho yelped, dramatically hiding behind a potted plant. "It was an industrial-grade menace!"
Father-Son Reunion of Regret
Jaehyun crossed his arms. "Why are you here, Dad?"
"I heard rumors!" Minho declared. "You've become a world savior! A leader of green destiny! I came to offer my fatherly wisdom!"
"Your what?"
"Cowardice," Woojin muttered under his breath.
Minho turned, tears welling. "I was brave enough to flee when necessary! That's strategy!"
Jaehyun sighed deeply. "Please go home before you traumatize the seedlings."
Kindergarten Training: Day One
"Okay, sprouts!" Jaehyun clapped his hands. "Today's lesson — control your aura. No spontaneous photosynthesis indoors!"
The kids cheered.An old man sneezed. The walls turned green.
Jaehyun screamed. "WHO SUMMONED GRASS INSIDE THE CAFETERIA AGAIN?!"
Bongyu sat nearby, clapping happily and accidentally growing clovers around himself.Minho, trying to look helpful, held a tiny whistle."Don't worry, son! I'll handle discipline!"
Two minutes later, he was trapped in a vine cocoon, yelling, "CHILDREN ARE TERRIFYING!"
Jaehyun sipped his cold coffee. "Welcome to my life."
The Garden Disaster
One bright afternoon, Jaehyun tried introducing practical farming.
"All right, everyone. Plant one seed. Just one. We practice patience."
Within seconds—A boy summoned a forest.A girl grew beanstalks into the clouds.An old man accidentally grew potatoes shaped like dragons.
Jaehyun screamed into the sky, "PATIEEEENCEEEEEE!"
Minho peeked from behind a scarecrow. "Maybe yelling isn't helping—"
"Dad, I will feed you to the compost."
Heartwarming Chaos
Later, when the children napping under the shade of magically grown trees, Jaehyun sat nearby, exhausted.
Minho plopped down beside him, clutching a juice box. "You know… you're doing well, kid."
"Doing well?" Jaehyun muttered. "I'm babysitting photosynthetic disasters."
Minho chuckled softly. "When you were little, you used to cry whenever your mother made you water plants. Said dirt was 'emotionally aggressive.'"
Jaehyun frowned. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because," Minho said, eyes softening, "you turned that fear into something beautiful."
Jaehyun blinked. For a brief moment, the noise faded. The wind carried the children's laughter through the air.Even the crops seemed to glow a little brighter.
Then a toddler yelled, "THE TOMATOES ARE RUNNING AWAY!"
Jaehyun stood. "Moment over."
Evening: The "Parent-Teacher" Disaster
That night, the Green Kindergarten hosted its first "family dinner."Parents of new Green Awakeners arrived — terrified, proud, or both.
Minho tried giving a speech."Fear not! For the future is bright and leafy!"
A child in the crowd cheered, aura flaring—BOOM!
Half the cafeteria turned into a jungle.
Minho fainted mid-sentence.Jaehyun held up his coffee cup and muttered, "This is why heroes shouldn't reproduce."
End Scene — A Sprout of Hope
Later, when the chaos finally quieted, Jaehyun stood outside under the moonlight.The kids slept soundly in their greenhouse beds.His father snored in a hammock made of vines.
He glanced at Bongyu, curled up on his lap, glowing softly.
"…You know," he murmured, brushing the baby's hair, "maybe this isn't so bad."
Minho stirred from nearby. "You're becoming a real teacher, son."
"Yeah," Jaehyun said quietly, smirking. "Just one who wants to retire already."
Thus bloomed the strangest school in history — run by a depressed gardener, protected by a cowardly hero, and powered by the laughter of glowing children.