The next day, Avur got up early to go to the Roswall Academy.
He had already been surprised the previous day when he learned about the difference between his world year and this one.
Avur entered the classroom.
To his surprise, no one else was there.
Was he perhaps too early?
He glanced at the magic clock.
It could function like a system and follow you anywhere.
It could connect to wristwatches, cell phones, or other mobile devices.
The magic clock could even fight if you asked it to.
Since it belonged to the school, it remained in the classroom and hovered above the door as always.
It could transform into a screen displaying the lunch break, other breaks, and other daily schedules.
Those who couldn’t use magic couldn’t make the magic clock speak.
Avur only wanted to know what his first class was on the second day, so it wasn’t that important to him whether the clock spoke to him.
8:10 a.m.
He wasn’t late, and the training grounds were visible on the screen.
It said [Training Session] Was he having gym class now?
This world was definitely different from his own.
He knew about sports, but not training session.
They were probably learning combat techniques.
That was rather unusual at other academies, but this world was full of magic.
They simply wanted to prepare the students for the future, in case they were attacked or something similar, because anything could happen to them at any time.
Avur wandered around, searching for the training grounds.
When he arrived, Daxxel was already waiting for him.
He was leaning against the wall, gazing at the sky.
He seemed quite pensive, which was unusual for his otherwise cheerful nature.
Avur, however, paid no attention and went over to him.
“Wow, this training ground is huge!
Daxxel smiled at him kindly.
“Yes, this is the training ground.
It’s huge because there are so many students at the academy.”
Avur nodded.
“I understand, it’s still good for training.
Do you perhaps know where Pixie might be?”
Daxxel nodded to Pixie, who was currently training in the Fang-Thi style of combat.
This fighting style requires the use of the entire body and the learning of counter-techniques.
That’s why she was training with her friend Soel Kupha, who is very skilled in combat and proficient in both the Fang-Thi and Super-King-Kho styles.
Super-King-Kho was once a legendary fighter who fought exclusively with his fists and whose attacks were of superhuman strength.
However, his name is unknown, so he was given a fighting style and a made-up name.
Soel is therefore particularly good at countering and fighting simultaneously.
Daxxel warned him: “Better not interfere while they’re training…” – but it was too late…
Avur was foolish enough to pat Pixie on the shoulder and ask: “Are we friends now?
I wanted to ask you that beforehand.” He got straight to the point.
Soel didn’t stop and accidentally aimed at Avur because he was in her way… With a single blow to the face, she sent Avur flying through the wall.
Poor Avur looked quite pathetic after the blow… His face looked as if he had suffered the injuries of his entire life; he was missing teeth, only a few remained, his cheeks were swollen and red, his nose was bleeding, and he had a tear in his eye… He really should have listened to Daxxel.
“Oh no!
I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Soel walked over to him and bowed apologetically.
She was very worried about Avur, as she had hit him a little too hard… even though she had only used sixty percent of her strength, he still looked like this afterward.
Avur was unconscious.
Pixie went to him and said, “You are truly suicidal, Avur.” She healed him with her advanced healing magic, which made his injuries disappear, but he was still unconscious, as his mind also needed to recover from the blow he had suffered.
“So, what did he ask me again?
I don’t think I was listening, I was so engrossed in our training,” Pixie asked Soel, hoping that she knew what Avur had asked.
“I don’t know either, but he said something about a friend.” Soel tried to think and find the right words for what he might have said before she made him fly through the wall.
Daxxel approached them and said: “Hello you two, please excuse the interruption from my friend, he just wanted to ask Pixie if they could be friends.” Daxxel smiled as always, but this time a little apologetically for Avur interfering in their training.
Daxxel had read Avur’s thoughts again and knew exactly what he wanted.
It might seem cruel of Daxxel to do something like this to his best friend, but he only does it to help where he can.
It’s like a shadow hiding behind the light; Avur will never know how much Daxxel helped him without Avur realizing it. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Pixie fell silent.
“Are you really serious?
I thought we’d always been friends.”
Daxxel shrugged: “His words, not mine.
Tell him that if you want, but then he might be annoyed with himself for asking that.”
Daxxel glanced at his z-wristwatch to see what time it was.
This wristwatch allows you to view the rank, skills, and information of other individuals, provided they belong to Roswall Academy or are known from other areas such as tournaments.
Like the magic clock, it is high-tech.
The z-wristwatch can also open a system app with unlimited item storage; you can store food there, and it will still come out exactly as you placed it.
This system app helps you become stronger by providing tips and revealing the weaknesses of monsters like the beast worm.
It is also simply called z-watch.
“I’ll take my buddy with me then.
You two can continue your training.
I’m really sorry if Avur did anything unpleasant.
He can be a bit too direct sometimes when he’s feeling confident.
Anyway, see you later.” Daxxel picked up the unconscious Avur, carried him piggyback, and went to the next class, as the first two lessons were almost over anyway.
Soel and Pixie waved to them both, while Avur, on his second day at Roswall Academy, still slept through the first two hours.
During the magic theory lesson, he finally woke up on his desk, his head on the desk, sitting in his chair with his arms wrapped around his head.
There was a different teacher, as the teachers change places at the start of each new lesson; he is…
Headmaster Kodreux Jivua?
“Young Avur, I want you to stay awake while I tell you all about the history of who first used magic and how people learned it.” Jivua said, his words were calm and warm at the same time; it felt like a heartfelt hug.
That’s why everyone likes him.
In his presence, all worries disappear, and it feels as if he’s their parent.
“Yes, Mr.
Kodreux.” Avur used his last name.
It would be suspicious if he used Jivua’s first name.
After all, he must show respect to Jivua in class or in the presence of others; otherwise, the others might wonder what connection exists between them, since Jivua does not reveal his first name to everyone.