Happiness ca way too quick, too sudden, too unexpectedly.
Xander was speechless for a long ti, or at least he felt like it had been a long ti. In fact, it had only been a few seconds of silence.
Finally, soone's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"I have the feeling that Xander's silence is not wholly because he has nothing to say," Levi comnted after he folded his handkerchief back into its original shape and returned it to his side pocket.
Emilin didn't understand what Levi was trying to insinuate, and so she just took it for small talk used to alleviate the silence, which she appreciated, and nodded.
'How co I don't feel like the adult here?'
As for Xander, he blushed when he heard from Levi, but he didn't refute.
Xander felt like he was a little kid at a candy store for the first ti, wanting to eat candy, but then waiting for his parent's permission.
Just when he thought he wasn't going to get it, a bag of his favorite sweets dropped from the clear blue sky.
It was a nice, but baffling feeling.
"Ah-ah-ah, tomorrow? Tomorrow sounds great! Does your school have any rules for accepting disciples? Should I call you Master Emilin from now on?"
When it ca to academics, Xander couldn't help but admit that even a genius like himself couldn't compete with a monster like Emilin.
He would feel no reluctance whatsoever calling soone a decade younger than himself, teacher if they deserved the title.
It had nothing to do with age anyways.
Xander didn't an school as in a place, but rather when Masters took in students, and then those students took in students, they would soon be connections too hard to keep track of.
At so point, people would just say, 'I'm part of XXXXX school'.
Of course, there were still so old-fashioned people who would say 'XXXXX faction', but that way of saying soon faded because the academics found it gangster sounding.
They had a whole conference about it, and in that conference, they put it more adequately and nicely since many martial arts or sports schools still used the term faction, but they made their point.
Well, those people as well as most divisions in the military.
They did not take it well when they heard the term gangster-sounding used to describe their faction behind their backs.
"There are no such rules, and there is no need for a change in the way you address , just keep calling Emilin," Emilin spoke sowhat absentmindedly as she kept tight control over the situation on the computer.
There was a sudden change on the screen.
The opponent's level first dropped by a great deal (When Giovanni started using the captain's level as reference), and then the whole style of attack changed to sothing that wasn't nearly as confrontational, but rather more on the sly and sneaky side.
In Emilin's eyes though, these poorly laid traps only made her eyes furrow in displeasure due to a level of OCD that every human would have.
It would be like when you saw rolls of toilet paper ripped poorly and wet at its ends all over the floor, arranged in rows and columns where one just so happens to be out of place on top of a misfit tile.
Even if you don't have OCD… you have OCD.
The nervous Xander didn't notice that Emilin's attention was elsewhere, nor the small displeasure that could be seen on her face, but how could the observant Assistant Levi not notice?
'Is that kid TWO having so troubles?'
Levi felt a strange taste in his mouth when he had to process that TWO, the sa person that he had imagined as an eccentric middle-aged man, was in fact in his teens.
He cringed when he tried to perceive the boy's age back when they first made each other's acquaintance, but he didn't show it on his face visibly.
'Fuck… a eigh- I can't even.'
If he didn't say the whole thing, maybe he could convince himself that he was about to think eighty-year-old and not eigh-- year old.
In his heart... ( >︹
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