Bab 15: Chapter 15: Angel, Spying on Class Monitor
"Hah!"
"Ha!"
"Hey!"
In the vast and flat Domination Theater, a row of Angels in loose martial arts uniforms practiced Schicksal's basic fighting techniques.
Their punches and kicks were as fast as the wind, honing their body's flexibility while consuming significant physical energy to exert the strongest physical strength. Schicksal's physical training was scientifically grounded and incredibly effective.
"Alright, you're familiar with the postures. Now, start dividing into groups. Half of you, input Honkai energy, while the other half focuses on mobilizing more muscle strength. Physical skills will eventually be used in real combat. Remember, we are not afraid of death. Find the strongest attack method at all costs!"
An Angel, flipping through a book, passed by and addressed the training group without looking up.
Another Angel, also engrossed in a book, walked by and added casually, "Think about our enemies, our deadly Herrscher identity, and the fact that we only have 30 clones left! If we don't improve our combat effectiveness, we'll be defeated by future bosses in minutes. Comrades, our lives are at stake!"
These words ignited a strong fighting spirit among both the large physical training group and the smaller group deepening their theoretical knowledge.
Roll! Roll, all of you! I, Angel, believe in myself, not destiny. As long as I train enough, I will have the last laugh!
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In the real world, at St. Freya Academy:
In the morning mist, a girl with glasses in short-sleeved sportswear ran steadily on the playground. The white mist lingering around her made it hard to tell if it was fog or evaporated water vapor from her body.
Fu Hua completed her usual 20-kilometer morning warm-up and stopped at a corner of the playground.
Her slightly rapid breathing returned to normal after a short walk.
"Hu~~" Fu Hua exhaled strongly, her breath piercing the fog like an arrow. She then spread her legs, bent her knees, and moved her palms naturally, performing a set of boxing techniques that had become instinctive.
Sometimes still, sometimes moving, her limbs flowed like a dance. There was no audible force cutting through the air, but the fog around Fu Hua swirled and followed her movements as if magnetized, forming a beautiful and mysterious pattern.
Fu Hua's movements were not fixed; she moved instinctively. As the ancestor of Shenzhou's martial arts, her actions were the epitome of perfection.
As a crimson sun rose from the horizon, the morning light penetrated the mist and illuminated Fu Hua, making her seem to glow. Typically, Fu Hua would enjoy the morning light, immersing herself in a state of mindless serenity, moving when inspired and stopping when satisfied.
However, today, she stopped before the light passed, turned around, and looked up at a nearby tree. "Student Angel, you've been staring at me for several days. Do you need something?"
"Swoosh!" The dense branches shook.
Fu Hua saw a shadow dart into the bushes, disappearing along her blind spot. A fallen leaf drifted from the treetop where Angel had been.
Fu Hua sighed, pinching the leaf with her fingers, rubbing her brow in frustration. "Is she holding a grudge because I knocked her out? She could just say so. No need to hide and watch me for days. Though it was a mission requirement at the time, we're classmates now. Maybe I should apologize in person?"
Fu Hua pondered how to resolve the situation. She had experienced being followed before by a support group of classmates. Though she didn't understand their behavior, she managed to persuade them to stop.
This shouldn't be difficult, she thought.
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"You were spying on the Class monitor again today? Good morning, ah~~" Kiana, wearing fluffy slippers, yawned sleepily as she descended the stairs.
"I wasn't spying, just observing! Humph!" Angel puffed her cheeks, handing a cup of warm water to Kiana.
"Gugugugu! Ah! Feels good! Thank you, little Angel~~" Kiana grabbed the empty cup, suddenly hugged Angel, and began to pet her—a daily routine.
Angel nestled into Kiana's soft bosom, sniffing the intoxicating fragrance, and squinting in enjoyment. "Chin... scratch the chin a little... yes... it feels so good..."
"Yoshi yoshi yoshi! Good girl, good girl!"
"Well... continue... don't stop... ah hey! I'm not a cat!!"
Angel's rational side pulled her back from indulgence. She escaped Kiana's arms, eyes wide in anger, then took the cup Kiana had drunk from to the kitchen to wash it.
'So scary! Why is she so soft and fragrant? Is this the legendary succubus physique? That's why I fell so easily?'
'No, we should reflect on our concentration first.'
'But she is the ultimate invincible giant cute bug!'
'... I think what the last person said is right!'
Angel hung up the cup, holding her face in both hands, lamenting her pitiful life of being surrounded by beauty but unable to enjoy it. "Ah..."
"Hmm? Angel, what are you sighing about?" Raiden Mei, cooking soup, turned her head with a beautiful smile.
Angel picked up a knife, helping with the ingredients on the chopping board, and said woodenly, "That person is super strong and has no flaws."
"That... ah, you're talking about the Class monitor, right? I heard from Kiana that you've been observing her. Why?"
"Learn, defeat, and revenge!"
"Pfft! Are you still upset about being knocked out and brought back by the Class monitor?" Mei tried to stifle her laughter, looking at Angel with a smile.
Angel raised the shiny kitchen knife, its blade reflecting her serious purple eyes. She then pulled Raiden Mei's apron, bit her lip, blinked her big, watery eyes, and begged softly, imitating Bronya's voice: "Help me, please."
Plop!
Raiden Mei covered her heart, nodding resolutely after three seconds of suffocation. "Leave it to me! As the daughter of the Raiden family, I promise to help you get what you want!"
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