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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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The best way to cultivate his talent.
The direction to utilize his special Jet Black.
Simon pondered Bahil’s words, gazing at the field of blue flowers surrounding him.
“Professor,”
“Yes?”
“Could you give me some feedback on the curse I just used?”
“Oh?”
Bahil smiled.
“It’s a good mindset to objectively evaluate yourself, even after achieving success. Very well. If I had to say something, your curse needs more emotion.”
“Ah, like when giving commands to the undead?”
For a moment,
Simon thought he saw Bahil’s expression harden.
He blinked, and Bahil was smiling gently again.
“Yes, similar to that. Emotion is a crucial element in all dark magic.”
Bahil removed his hand from Simon’s shoulder.
“Please don’t forget what I just said.”
With a snap of his fingers, the boisterous chatter of the other students returned.
Bahil patted Simon’s head lightly and walked away.
“Professor Bahil!”
Rick raised his hand. Bahil stopped and asked, “What is it?”
“C-Could you assist me as well? Making the flowers bloom isn’t easy…”
“Hoping for a fluke and waiting to be spoon-fed is the mindset of a low-level servant. Keep trying.”
“Ah… Yes, sir.”
As Rick lowered his hand awkwardly, Meilyn, sitting next to him, snorted with laughter.
“…….”
Simon, who had been lost in thought, focused and held his palms facing each other.
‘Alright. This time, I’ll do it on my own…!’
Before the end of class,
Simon had completely mastered the ‘Curse of Transfer.’
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The next class was Martial Combat with Hongpeng.
As usual, they were clinging to hippos, heading to the lesson location.
Today, Hongpeng had chosen a clearing in a bamboo forest, where a cool breeze was blowing.
After their usual hard run as a warm-up, Hongpeng taught the students basic fighting techniques like punches and kicks.
Everyone spread out, throwing punches and kicks infused with Jet Black.
The assistants walked around, correcting their postures and giving advice on Jet Black control.
And then.
“Here!”
Slap! Slap!
“Put more power into it!”
Simon, who was also practicing his stance, was blushing furiously.
Hongpeng was repeatedly slapping his thigh with her hand.
“Your arm should be here! When you extend your leg, your other arm should act as an axis! Tighten your core! Tighten your core!”
“Y-Yes, ma’am!”
This was torture for Simon.
It was normal for professors to physically guide their students, but for a hormonal teenage boy, having a beautiful woman like Hongpeng so close was difficult to handle without showing any reaction.
“Simon! Are you going to keep neglecting your toes?”
“I’m sorry!”
Fearing another slap, Simon quickly corrected his posture.
Satisfied, Hongpeng crossed her arms and nodded.
“Good. Prepare for the roundhouse kick.”
Simon moved his legs, placing his left foot forward.
“Jet Black control.”
He channeled Jet Black to his core while rotating his body.
His heel naturally lifted as his waist and body twisted into the ideal position.
Then, he extended his right leg.
Whooooosh!
His leg sliced through the air.
Jet Black flowed from his foot, leaving a long, black streak like paint.
It was a picture-perfect kick.
“Excellent!”
Hongpeng clapped and smiled brightly. Simon, dripping with sweat, bowed.
“You managed the roundhouse kick, but you messed up four basic elements. Poor eye contact, insufficient core strength, your heel should have rotated more, and the timing of your Jet Black release was too early.”
“…I’m sorry. I’ll pay more attention.”
“Mm! But you’re doing well, Simon. Keep practicing!”
Hongpeng patted Simon’s shoulder and moved on to help other students.
They were given a short break.
“Hmm.”
Rick, sprawled on the grass, opened his eyes slightly.
“Cami,”
“Yes, Rick?”
“Don’t you think the professors are playing favorites with Simon lately, especially in Curseology?”
Camibarez, sitting demurely beside him, covered her mouth and giggled.
“Isn’t that a bit of a stretch?”
“Hmm, something’s definitely weird.”
“Oh, you’re just being petty.”
Meilyn, dressed in her training uniform, approached with a click of her tongue.
Her usually flowing sky-blue hair was tied back tightly today.
“And you call yourself a Kizen student? Instead of wasting time being jealous of others, work harder to impress the professors.”
Rick chuckled.
“Jealous? I’m just raising a question. And you’re one to talk? Miss Meilyn, who shamelessly deactivated her curse and climbed the hill during Martial Combat class.”
Meilyn’s face flushed.
“Ah! Stop bringing that up!”
“No way~ I’m going to milk this dry~ And did you even speak to Professor Hongpeng once this class? I bet she’s totally got it out for you.”
“You should worry about your own head getting kicked before you worry about mine.”
Meilyn raised her foot threateningly, and Rick rolled away, laughing.
“Honestly.”
She sighed and turned to Simon.
“Hey,”
“What?”
“Teach me.”
Simon looked at her, confused. Meilyn blushed and cleared her throat.
“You’re good at Martial Combat. Since Professor Hongpeng isn’t coming over, I want you to check my form.”
So that’s what she meant.
Simon just smiled without replying, and Meilyn, flustered, quickly added,
“Y-You know I’m facing the Cyclops in the practical assessment, right? If you help me improve, it’ll boost our assessment score…”
“Don’t worry, I would have helped you anyway.”
Simon smiled kindly and stood in front of her.
“Show me your stance.”
“…….”
Meilyn coughed awkwardly and muttered a quiet “thank you.”
She then assumed a clumsy kicking stance.
Simon squatted down and looked her up and down.
“It’s a mess.”
“I-I know!”
Meilyn yelled.
Simon pointed.
“First of all, you’re too stiff. I can tell you lack confidence just by looking at your stance. Relax your body and try again, as naturally as possible.”
She nodded and stood more comfortably. The stiffness seemed to lessen slightly.
“Place your left foot a bit further back, and lightly clench both fists forward… No, that’s your right foot. The foot opposite your dominant hand is your left foot.”
“I-I know, idiot! I just got confused because I’m nervous!”
She retorted while quickly adjusting her stance.
“Gather Jet Black in your core and wait. Yes, that’s right. Now, put strength in your toes and rotate.”
“Like this?”
“No, no. Not like a spinning top. You have to rotate using your core strength, like you’re twisting. And when you rotate, the Jet Black should be at the back of your thigh…”
“Here?”
She touched her leg, and Simon shook his head.
“A little higher.”
“Here?”
“No, too high. A little lower.”
“Is this right?”
“That’s your knee.”
“Ugh! I’m wearing training pants, not bare skin! Just touch it!”
She yelled in frustration.
But her outburst was a bit too loud.
“Touch it! Touch it! Touch it!”
Her voice echoed through the clearing.
“…….”
“…….”
Heads turned.
The romance-obsessed girls started whispering.
Even Camibarez demurely covered her mouth.
Meilyn blushed and flailed her arms.
“No, no! That’s not what I meant! I meant for him to adjust my stance! My stance!”
But the truth no longer mattered.
Meilyn watched, dumbfounded, as the rumor spread like wildfire among the girls.
She turned to Simon desperately.
“W-What are we going to do? Say something!”
“I don’t know. But you said ‘touch it,’ so I will.”
Simon stepped closer and placed his hand firmly on Meilyn’s training pants.
“Gather your Jet Black here.”
He then grabbed her ankle.
“And shift it here as you rotate.”
‘You idiot!’
Now wasn’t the time for this!
Her face flushed crimson, and her lips trembled.
Simon whispered,
“Just do as I say.”
“W-What?”
“Frantically trying to explain will only make it worse. We have to show them it’s a misunderstanding.”
Simon calmly stood up and adjusted her arms and shoulders.
Meilyn nodded absently and corrected her stance.
The students who had gathered to watch saw this.
“He really was just adjusting her stance.”
“Meilyn’s a bit dramatic.”
“Simon’s so kind~”
Finally, with her stance corrected, Meilyn rotated and kicked high.
Her leg swung up with force, but she lost her balance and landed on her backside with a thud.
Laughter erupted from the onlookers. Simon chuckled and placed his hands on his hips.
“You’ve got a long way to go, but good job.”
“…Yeah.”
Just then, some of the girls approached Simon, asking him to help them with their kicks as well.
Simon smiled kindly and adjusted their stances.
‘…Just who is this guy?’
Meilyn bit her lip.
Time passed, and Martial Combat class ended.
Once again, Kizen had prepared teleportation magic circles for the exhausted students.
“Meilyn! I heard the rumors!”
Rick appeared, grinning, with his hands behind his head.
Meilyn, who had been talking to Camibarez, glared at him.
“Hey, stop it. Seriously.”
“No, I’m talking about my friend. If a conversation between a boy and a girl includes the words ‘touch it’ and ‘stance,’ what do you think…”
“I said stop it!!”
Meilyn pulled her bag from her subspace and started hitting Rick.
Rick, trying to escape, tripped and fell onto the grass and yelled.
Simon and Camibarez burst out laughing.
“Ow! Ow! Don’t just stand there, help me!”
“Let’s go, Cami.”
“Okay!”
Ignoring Rick, they hurried to join the line for the teleportation magic circle.
“By the way, Cami, do you remember what our next class is?”
“Oh! Yes, it’s Summoning.”
A smile spread across Simon’s face.
‘Finally!’
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