Lucian’s Talent was quickly recognized, and when the Class Teacher brought the news to the principal, he was shocked as well.
A Talent that let you master something after learning it just once?
No matter what you did with it, that was absurdly overpowered.
Teacher Hale struck while the iron was hot and raised the matter from their earlier meeting again.
“Principal, I think we should go ahead with what we discussed before: open a special class to give focused training to students with good Talent.” She pressed the point.
Hearing her bring it up again, and thinking of Lucian’s Talent, along with the Talents of many other students this year, the principal considered it.
He was decisive and agreed outright.
“I agree.
I’ll handle it.
Head back to your classroom for now; when the time comes, you’ll be leading this class.”
Special Talents deserved special methods; he agreed with that, and Lucian’s learning Talent was exactly that kind of special.
Moreover, as far as he knew, there were quite a few students with special Talents this year, so if that was the case, it would be best to put them all in one class.
That class would teach not just martial arts but magic too; as long as the students could keep up, the school would teach them.
At his words, Teacher Hale’s eyes lit up with joy.
She replied at once, “Yes, thank you for your trust, Principal.
I’ll lead that class well!”
Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted?
If she could truly train a group of powerful students, she’d have no regrets in life.
What teacher didn’t hope for their students to succeed?
She wanted it so badly.
Now that she had a batch of good seedlings to teach, if she couldn’t even manage this, she might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes.
“Work hard.
You can go now; I’ll notify the other school leaders shortly.” After a few words of encouragement, the principal got busy.
Teacher Hale left his office beaming and returned to her class.
Seeing the Class Teacher’s undisguised delight, everyone understood at once that she must have gotten some good news.
“All right, those of you who’ve finished the forms, hand them in quickly.
The school will be assigning classes soon.” She didn’t explain anything.
She simply had them turn everything in.
She had no intention of mentioning the special class yet; the school would announce it in due time.
Once all the forms were collected, the Class Teacher began flipping through them quickly.
Quite a few students had fairly good Talents, and several made her eyes light up.
But with Lucian’s cheat-like learning Talent leading the pack, the ones that followed only mildly surprised her.
After sorting the forms by the paths the students had chosen, she said, “Next, study on your own for now.
You can also pack up in advance and wait for word.”
Having arranged all that, the Class Teacher left the room with the forms.
At that, the students got busy, those who needed to pack packed, and those who wanted to chat chatted.
As for studying?
Not a chance.
Only a handful actually studied; most were chattering, guessing which classes they’d be assigned to next.
Lucian, meanwhile, quietly took out his books and kept flipping through them, rapidly recording every last one.
With the Eye of Revelation’s help, the contents were absorbed and mastered with ease.
In just half an hour, he’d finished off every book he had.
With no idea when the teacher would be back, Lucian pulled out his phone and started messing with it.
Many of this world’s apps were no different from the ones in his old life; there were even certain short-video apps.
Opening a black musical-note app that looked oddly familiar, Lucian started searching for bloggers who taught Martial Skills.
Sure enough, there were plenty of such videos, some even covering a wide range of weapons.
Seeing that, Lucian simply started watching them one after another.
Useful or not, he’d learn them anyway.
It hardly took any time; he just treated it as scrolling through videos.
And so the store of Martial Skills in Lucian’s mind kept growing.
Even force-exertion techniques that some bloggers never taught outright were grasped by Lucian, thanks to his powerful learning ability.
He even suspected that if someone were teaching a training method right now, he could probably master it at a single glance.
The Eye of Revelation really was formidable, an invincible Talent, plain and simple.
Best of all, Lucian wouldn’t be plagued by any nasty side effects; the Eye of Revelation came with none of that.
With no social life to speak of, Lucian let two whole class periods slip by just scrolling short videos.
When the bell for the third period rang, the Class Teacher came back into the room.
She was holding a list, and the students went instantly quiet at the sight of it.
“The class assignments are out.
When I call your name, pack up and head to your next class.” She got straight to the point.
At that, everyone perked up.
This decided whether friends would end up together, so they all listened carefully.
“Ryan Foster, Marcus Bell, Colin Vance, Dylan Pike: Martial Arts Class B.” The Class Teacher began reading out names by class.
When some heard they’d landed in the same class as their close friends, their faces lit up at once; for some high schoolers, that mattered more than anything.
Thrown into an unfamiliar class, it was of course best to have people you knew; there was simply no need to rebuild your whole social circle.
As she kept reading, the room grew noisy again, but a single slap of her hand on the podium instantly silenced everyone below.
Teacher Hale carried a lot of weight in that class; the smallest gesture could make the students go quiet at once.
Seeing that they’d all stopped talking, the Class Teacher kept calling names, but Lucian found it stranger and stranger.
Why wasn’t his name being called?
As the list was gradually read through, the doubt in his heart only grew, and it wasn’t resolved until the very end.
“Lucian: Special Class.
Wait, and come with me.” Having finished with everyone else, Teacher Hale called his name on its own.
Those words left many students baffled.
What was this Special Class?
They’d never heard of such a thing, not once.
“Teacher, what’s the Special Class?” If you don’t know, ask; some students upheld that fine tradition very well.
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