[Bonus Chapter: 3/6]
Alex reacted quickly, using a fire blast to move out of the way in ti. He wouldn't have had enough ti to dodge if he hadn't thought about such a possibility earlier.
He was certain that the firebolt sent toward him would have killed him if it had landed on him, yet from what he could see, not a single person moved to help him.
Even Silas, despite looking engrossed in the fight, didn't move a muscle to help him.
'Is there so kind of formation that makes it so I can't get hurt.' Alex thought as a cold sweat covered his back.
The rest of the fight went on pretty normally. Alex did his best to fight against the person before him, yet no matter what he threw at him, the young man would walk out of the dust cloud without a single scratch.
Alex would have thought that he might have been invulnerable to fla-based attacks, but if that was the case, wouldn't his clothes be affected by his attacks?
Unless, of course, it was the clothes that were helping him.
However, Alex had forgotten a key point, and that was the fact that the young man had golden hair.
Suddenly, toki burst out of the young man's body as he shot forward at a speed that even Nymira would have had to worry about.
Alex tried his best to slow him down by throwing several spells at him while dodging and weaving his attacks; however, despite the young man clearly holding back, Alex couldn't do anything.
Eventually, he was struck in the stomach. The wind left his lungs instantly, and before he knew it, Alex dropped to his knees and reeled forward with a gasping cry.
"He's amazing..." The young man spoke with a weird smile on his face that unsettled everyone who saw it.
"How about this." The young man's grin grew wider, but it was filled with confidence this ti while an air of cockiness perated around him.
The young man crossed his arms and spoke.
"Beco my disciple, and I'll teach you everything you need to know about magic."
There was a sense of silence, but it was not because Alex was thinking of the proposition. It was because he tried his best to talk without a croaky hoarse voice coming out instead.
"No thanks." Alex finally breathed out, yet his voice was still very croaky.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The young man's face turned grim as he asked-
"Why?"
"Because I already have a master teaching ." Alex said before looking at Silas.
Silas, on the other hand, was slightly shocked.
He was almost certain that Alex would take the opportunity. Actually, he was pretty certain that there was no way Alex wouldn't say yes.
The young man gazed at Silas for a mont before narrowing his eyes.
Right now, he didn't feel a single thing coming from Silas. Even his instincts didn't ring a bell when he looked at him.
At the sa ti, the young man could tell that Silas' core was about the sa level as Alex's, so he didn't understand why Alex had refused his offer for soone so clearly weaker than him.
It left him perplexed, but he quickly changed the offer.
"How about for just when you are here? He can continue being your master after you leave the academy?" The man smiled.
Alex looked at Silas with a gaze that asked him what he should do, but again, Silas simply shrugged, as if he was telling him to do whatever he wanted.
"Are you sure." Alex mouthed while Silas slightly nodded with a smile.
He understood what the young man was trying to do.
In no way, shape, or form did the young man think highly of Silas. Due to how old Silas looked, especially compared to those around him, he didn't gain the respect of anyone in the hall.
"I accept your offer." Alex finally said while bowing toward the young man.
It didn't feel weird doing such a thing despite the person before him not looking much older than himself. After all, he had been doing it with Silas for a few years now.
When the young man returned to his chair and sat down, he looked below and smiled.
"You will be a part of the fourth year's special class, and you will be taught personally by ." The man said.
Alex was escorted out of the hall after a few more seconds of going over the basics, such as the schedule and penalties for being late.
"Since Aka did it, I might as well do it to." The burly woman's beast-like ears twitched as she shot up from where she sat and slamd onto the ground.
"You." She pointed at Nymira. "Spar ." She ordered.
Nymira walked forward and took out her sword.
Her face looked like a hardened warrior's, and all her features had beco much more angular than they would have normally been in similar situations.
Toki flared off her body with so much intensity that the woman could not help but smile.
Stretching her hand out, a large sword ca from below the table and was imdiately in her hand when she clasped down.
She swung the enormous sword a few tis, sending cutting gusts of wind in every direction.
They weren't technically powerful; however, if they were to hit a significantly weak creature, it would definitely kill them.
Nymira held her blade up as well and swung once.
An extraordinary gust of wind shot out in front of her. If there were furniture around her, it would have most likely turned into dust from the sudden swing.
"Co at ." The woman spoke, and the mont she did, Nymira stabbed her sword into the ground and breathed.
"Sword King Style..." She muttered, yet the woman heard her.
And when she did hear her, she halted her movent and widened her eyes slightly while a shiver went down her spine.
A certain mory flashed before her eyes... A mory of another user who whispered those words before placing her on the brink of death.
And then, she heard the last words that ca out of Nymira's mouth.
"Multiform."
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