66 Acceptance

"Oi, treat your senior with some decent respect will you."

The two teachers bickered at each other while the rain pitter pattered the rooftops in a gentle yet slow beat.

Continuing to argue while shaming the opponent all at the same time as redeeming their pride were the main topics.

One made a bet against the teacher Dean had met who was able to restrain them and they gambled on the fact how fast Dean would be able to overcome grief.

In general they were able to understand one things about the average mortals

Weak!

Most of the people they have met were weak willed and easily gave up to their emotions that caused them to be devoured by internal demons.

Those internal demons were the voices in their head that used negative emotions to deprive the victim of any safe haven.

Even tough cultivators that have dominated lands, survived spans of wars and eras would suddenly fail to become more powerful when they receive a setback such as a dead spouse.

One experience both were able to understand were the young ones that could be easily affected. Children as young as 7 suddenly losing a role model now contemplate in sadness that could last for 7 years.

7 years of grief!

This unbelievable concept that such a setback can cause a huge revelation drove the two teachers to now have conflicting view points.

Human emotions will drag on down into the pits of hell and only by abstaining from such immature thoughts will one be able to ascend to the top.

The teacher Dean encountered had the view that once a human is able to overcome grief with pure understanding and acceptance will they be able to thrive even further into the depths of cultivation.

Because the two perspectives were practically polar opposites it reflected their emotions and the way they handled things.

One would use violence and be extremely ruthless in order to find the necessary information for their mission while the other will patiently wait before making a move.

They both had paperwork to do as they were still teachers and marked their papers while shaming each other creating a comical scene.

A subtle knock echoed inside the room three times

*Knock**Knock**Knock*

Both stared at each other before they simultaneously screamed at the door

"Come in"

Glaring each other they scoffed and turned their heads in opposite directions.

He was drenched by the rain, looking like a drowned rat while his white shirt was now sticking to his body.

Closing the door he asked

"Who did it?"

His voice was quiet and sounded like a mice.

One of the teachers kept quiet as he had no idea who the child was while the teacher who invited him with his teacher code questioned him as he didn't hear what Dean said.

"What?"

Dean made sure to repeat the question once more

"Who killed Leonard"

Unfortunately for the teacher, it seemed the noise of the rain was too loud for him to hear Dean so he asked once more

"Could you repeat it?"

He was trying to recall the words Dean was saying but it turned out that it sounded in a patronizing manner.

Infuriated, Dean crashed the teacher into the wall behind him, sending the papers flying through the air and a crack to develop.

The teacher was very surprised at the speed of the attack and realized that when he first met Dean, he wasn't as reckless as this.

"Stop"

Although the other teacher wouldn't not do anything and just watch as he drew out a blade that pointed towards Dean's neck.

Sensing a tinge of pain on his neck, Dean immediately let go of the teacher in his hand.

Coughing and taking deep breaths, the teacher with a weapon mentioned a weird statement

"You restrained the wrong target."

Dean thought that the phrasing might have been done wrong but when he looked to his left he found the teacher with a sword having a blurry sight around his wrist.

It was this point that Dean was able to realize that instead of stopping him with the restraints, the teacher restrained the swordsman so that he wouldn't die.

Understanding his mistake he apologized.

"I'm sorry"

Bowing his head down the boy accepted that this was a rash move on his side.

After being released, the teacher waved his hand to accept the apology but pressed his palm onto Dean's head and tilted it upwards.

His pupil reflected the calmness Dean was able to hold however his eyes weren't mistaken when he realized the iris was filled with insanity, anger, fear and sadness.

The boy had somewhat progressed pass grief but he was still bottling up his emotions.

Dean was extremely used to staying quiet and trying to be low key as that was how he trained himself to be in order to deal with Christian.

One red flag that he had encountered was being in the same class with Rose that made his identity known but otherwise he was a perfect actor.

Now that his main culprit for revenge was now equivalent to being dead, there was no other reason for why he should conceal his emotions.

His purpose for living originated from killing Christian before being transformed into hanging out with friends and appreciate Ayesha.

Revenge now clouded his mind making him much more rash as he had no direction for taking out this revenge.

Kill the killer of Leonard.

It was as simple as that but who could it be? If there's no suspect then who to kill?

Dean trusted that this teacher in front of him knows something about the murderer as he gave that code and if he didn't he would have to ask Christian.

The teacher sighed at the chaotic mess in the student's mind and instead proposed an outrageous request.

"Hehe, you want to know who planned that murder. I am such a gracious person that I have no choice but to take this pitiful disciple."