Chapitre 41: Implausible and ridiculous, like the fantasy of a child
This boy...
'He's the only person that acts so natural around us,' Anon mused inwardly.
It wasn't that Anon desired to make others feel uneasy; he didn't care about such things. However, it was natural for the students of this camp to be on edge in the presence of the duo.
After all, they were part of the six who were already stellar fighters.
Even if it wasn't official just yet, they were genuine students of the military academy.
And yet, in Bolan's first encounter with them, on the second floor a few days ago, he did not seem to suffer from the same jitteriness as he greeted them, but they had ignored him.
The next day, he hadn't seen them... or rather, they hadn't seen him. While the rest of the school moved with precise timing, Anon and Seth didn't seem to care.
As a result, that day, no male student had breakfast because Anon was still in his bedroom.
On the fourth of July, their paths crossed once more, and Anon replied with pleasantries as well. That same day, Bolan approached them in the cafeteria and took a seat next to them.
Though he was confused, Seth's words at the time gave him a slight shock.
"Out of the thousand children here, only you are slightly interesting."
He said, "But tell me, you've been a stellar fighter for a while now. Surely the exams weren't that difficult for someone with a stellar fighter's mind… So, why are you hiding yourself to such a degree?"
At that moment, Bolan did not answer.
Now it was the seventh, and Seth's words had yet to receive a reply.
Bolan slowly chewed, his droopy eyes fixed on Seth's blood-tainted orbs. "If one is the first in the official camp to become a stellar genius, it would draw unnecessary attention… This does not suit my style."
"One brings two, two brings three, and three brings myriad things. Only when students step down from the enlightening platform without causing a ruckus would others know that I, Bolan, am a stellar fighter."
Seth snickered as Anon mused aloud, "To go to such lengths to be viewed as 'just another stellar genius'... it makes one wonder, why?"
Resting his face in his palm, Anon observed Bolan with intrigue. "But if you just say why, it'll be too boring."
"Hey," Seth frowned, noticing Anon's expression, "You're only allowed to look at me like that!"
The group of three fell into genuine laughter.
Anon glanced at Seth, at times, the devil was quite fun to be around.
…
After dinner, the duo made their way to the combat hall. Although Seth insistently requested for them to have a spar with each other, Anon refused just as relentlessly.
It was already half nine in the night.
Within one of the white rooms, Anon sat in a meditative posture as he internally summarized everything swirling around his sense of self.
Seth's words from earlier echoed in his mind.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyways."
Seth said, "Military zone #91 does not have a single high-level technique, much less, the necessary amount that'll allow you to grasp mastery over a weapon, whether that weapon be your body or the staff."
Military zone #91 was merely the host for this year's camp of ten thousand.
Although it also housed a part of the city troops, military zones didn't have such high-level techniques.
Even low-level techniques were of limited number having a amount of techniques that could just barely gloss over the many weapons.
The camp of ten thousand was only created to assist geniuses at becoming stellar fighters, as for what happens thereafter, that'll only be decided upon entering the military academy.
Due to this, before entering the military academy, Anon would have no choice but to forget about grasping mastery over a weapon.
Well, that would've usually been the case…
Military zone #91's lack of high-level techniques blocked his path to mastering his body, but it did not mean that he could not grasp mastery over the staff.
Why was this the case?
To understand, one must comprehend a little bit more of the existence that called himself Seth Constantin.
When Anon asked him if he had attained true mastery over the staff, he did not reply.
Instead, he showcased an incomprehensible level of control over the staff that then ruthlessly lashed out and completely dominated Anon in the duo's spar.
This was Seth's way of responding...
One that could not be seen through, or heard by anyone rewatching the recording, if there was even a person who would do such a thing in the first place.
It was a cryptic message that could not be understood by most. And yet, this way of answering was something that Anon could perfectly understand.
'Seth says, he does not have true mastery over the staff...'
Anon thought, 'Instead, his mastery is beyond that…'
Sometimes, he really wondered if what Seth said wasn't just him exaggerating.
To boot, when thinking it over, it almost seemed as if Seth simply desired to brutalize him.
'Even if someone rewatches the recording and hears of what we're speaking,' Anon frowned whilst musing inwardly, 'Wouldn't they just think that we're a pair of children that know too much and think too highly of ourselves?'
One must understand, true mastery was much different compared to 'just' mastery.
This was the case for a low-level technique like "Man Like Beast," let alone a high-level technique.
Still, achieving true mastery over a high-level technique could not compare to what they were discussing, true mastery over the weapon itself.
Grasping true mastery was in and of itself an incomprehensible act.
If the weapon in question was the body, Anon's thoughts revealed just how incomprehensible true mastery was…
'He said those who attain true mastery over the body can create clones of themselves.' Thinking this, his countenance darkened.
It sounded implausible and ridiculous, like the fantasy of a child.
Even though he was the child of humanity's leader and possessed a wealth of knowledge, it didn't make him an omniscient being.
Especially since, while living in the city lord's manor, he was still under ten years old. Although he was a stellar genius at the time, he was no fighter.
His understanding of the world far surpassed his knowledge of magic, cultivation, martial arts, and weapon mastery.
'Anyways, with Seth, I'll learn a myriad of high-level staff techniques.'
He thought, 'As for cultivation, I'm already stuck at a bottleneck, so I'll focus more on these staff techniques. A goal, then: before entering the second world, I should grasp mastery over the staff.'
Was it that simple?
Of course not…
Then again, being the child of humanity's leader, the son of humanity in its entirety, wasn't a simple matter either.
…
Speaking of sons of powerful figures, the son of an Otherworldly Knight twisted and turned in his bed.
Today was a heck of a day.
After ridding that strange disease, Nickyle hadn't seen those accursed runic characters since, making him quite pleased.
But right now, he tried all kinds of breathing methods, sleeping positions, and counting techniques to simply get some sleep...
And yet, there was a relentless restlessness that assaulted him, preventing him from falling asleep.
Knock! Knock!
"Hmm…?"
Dorm room three had a rather strange place in the hearts of others.
On one hand, it was the dorm of a stellar genius, one of the six brought into the genius program.
On the other hand, it was home to that particular stellar genius, Nickyle Orland, son of an Otherworldly Knight, a child whose emotions flared quickly.
"Which bastard dare to disturb me?" He grumbled under his breath.
As his sickness healed, some clarity returned to his mind, so the foul language that he instinctively used before, had been replaced with more refined curses.
But as he approached the door, a dark, cold aura washed over him…
'Eh?'
For a moment, Nickyle's body froze in place.
Not letting it deter him, he stepped forward, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door wide—
"Huh?!"
He stepped into the hallway.
To the left and right, the corridor was empty.
"Some people are really daring!" Nickyle growled under his breath as his blood heated up. He turned around and entered his room, slamming the door behind him.
As he turned his back to the hallway, he seemed oblivious to the multiple shadowy figures that approached him. Some walked on the ground, others on the ceiling, and some moved sideways, using the air as their ground.
All of them followed Nickyle back into his room.
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