Chapter 20: Unwanted attention[2]

Chapter 20: Unwanted attention[2]

Noah's POV:

The ballads from Galandrath's book of legends narrates the history of 'Art.'

The ancient book of Galandrath's legends, I am fascinated by the prophecies of its manuscripts, poems, ballads, dramas, and stories.

The lore in itself is a fascinating work of art.

But, this made me question one thing: 'Is my writing the cause of this world's creation, or was it the other way around?'

Until now, I regarded this world as an insignificant piece.

But no matter how much I deny it, this world has a history of its own, a history that I did not write.

No matter how much I resist accepting it.

I looked at the machete in my hand.

'I need to learn how to use this thing but without an 'Art' its pointless.'

I do have a Skill but it's just a Skill.

Skills are limited in their functionality; they can only be used for one movement.

In contrast, an Art requires instruction as it operates like a martial art, which can be incorporated into one's fighting style upon mastery.

Nonetheless, the expense involved renders Arts only accessible to noble classes.

Highly powerful Arts are often restricted solely to a particular sect or one's own family lineage.

Although I am aware of the location of some Arts in dungeons and other areas, I lack the means to access them.

This is not some cliche novel, this is real.

To undertake such a mission, I would require a guide, the necessary monetary funds, transportation, a team, and even authorization from authorities.

Additionally, some Arts are situated on different continents or countries, necessitating air travel.

While their did exist low level art which costs low but knowing what is to come in future they will be waste of my time.

-"Look at that buffoon! Hahaha!"

-"This is quite amusing!"

As I continued to practice, more people began to pay attention to my seemingly 'ridiculous behavior', drawing the unwelcome attention.

It was then that instructor Yilin called out, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Hieek!"

In that moment, I could only utter, "Fuck me" in frustration.

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Aurora's POV:

As I continued to practice, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and annoyance creeping up on me.

A pale boy with black hair and dark eyes had caught my attention, and not for a good reason.

Instructor Yilin already told him not to do it but after the instructor leaves he again does it.

Despite Instructor Yilin's repeated instructions and efforts, the boy was making constant commotion, moving around with a machete in his hand and jumping from one spot to another.

It was a disgraceful display, and it was clear that he lacked the seriousness and dedication required to succeed in such a prestigious institute.

I could feel his power, and it was nothing but a pitiful low rank.

Critical remarks about his trash-like behavior consumed my mind.

How could he sit there, wasting everyone's time with his incompetence?

It was an insult to all those who had worked hard and deserved to be here.

This boy had no business being here at all.

With each movement, it seemed as though he was intentionally seeking attention.

As the minutes ticked by, my sense of annoyance and disdain began to seep out.

"Should I tell Takahashi to do something about him?"I asked to thin air.

Nah, it's not worth it.