I Don’T Have Any Magic Power But I’M Having A Blast At The Academy 53
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“Instructor, it’s over. Stop now.”
Cheon Woo-jin raised his sword.
“If you move, I’ll unleash magic.”
The fireball that appeared in Amelia’s hand burned white.
Wiiiiing─
The magic bullet on Han Se-yeon’s gun flickered threateningly.
In a life-threatening situation surrounded in all directions.
“······Hmm.”
A flustered Kwak Jin-ho let out a sigh.
But his confusion wasn’t solely because he was surrounded by three people.
It was the fact that his magic was being suppressed by Yi Haesol that made him flustered.
While it might be unknown to ordinary individuals, for a perfected superhuman to have their physical dominance taken away by others was an unprecedented event.
It was impossible to obtain a powerful anti-magic force strong enough to momentarily push back his magic through conventional training methods.
This was abnormal.
And with abnormalities, there inevitably came risks.
To gain immense power, there must be something proportional to lose.
Whether it became a constraint or a cost, it was clear that with such anti-magic, an enormous risk was undoubtedly shouldered.
Kwak Jin-ho looked at Yi Haesol and asked in a surprised tone, “How big of a risk did you take?”
“A risk?”
“You’re not going to tell me, are you.”
Kwak Jin-ho clicked his tongue at Yi Haesol’s nonchalant response.
Indeed, concealing conditions or constraints of one’s abilities was natural if they existed.
To a superhuman, having the conditions of their abilities known to others was a fatal blow.
Anyway, Kwak Jin-ho’s confusion was only for a brief moment.
In the world of Eternity where all sorts of bizarre abilities exist, it wasn’t uncommon to encounter lunatics like Yi Haesol who bore immense risks, albeit rare, it wasn’t surprising given their presence.
The fact that he was an inexperienced novice caught him off guard.
The real issue was how to escape the current predicament.
Gwak Jinho quickly pondered his options.
In truth, pushing out the telekinetic force controlling his body was no challenge for him.
It was just a matter of time.
“2 seconds.”
It might even take longer.
That time was long enough for a superhuman to launch multiple attacks and still have time left.
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Of course, if Gwak Jinho fully unleashed his gift, that time could be significantly shortened.
However, this wasn’t a real battle, and there was no need to go to such lengths in a test.
It wasn’t entirely impossible to escape the current situation without fully revealing his gift.
“The problem lies with this guy.”
Gwak Jinho looked down at Yi Haesol clinging to his ankle.
Even if he could evade the attacks of the others, considering Yi Haesol’s speed in grabbing his ankle, moving at this distance was risky.
No matter how much of a superhuman he might be, dodging the blade that was approaching him was impossible.
By the way...
Gwak Jinho surveyed the three people around him.
Cheon Woojin, with his shoulder dislocated from Gwak Jinho’s blow, hadn’t even caught his breath from the sprint.
Han Seyeon seemed to have covered a considerable distance judging by the direction she appeared from.
As for Amelia, assuming she had been with Yi Haesol from the start, it was quite surprising for the two of them to appear simultaneously at such a crucial moment.
Gwak Jinho looked down at Yi Haesol and spoke.
“I never said you couldn’t use a smartphone.”
“If you didn’t want me to use it, you should have taken it away.”
“Fair point.”
Gwak Jinho chuckled.
Indeed, Yi Haesol had shared their location with the other novices through the smartphone.
Since he hadn’t explicitly forbidden it, Gwak Jinho didn’t dwell on it any further. Instead, he reiterated his earlier suggestion.
“Do you really have no intention of joining the Health Club?”
“No, I don’t.”
“If you change your mind, I’ll arrange a personal training room for you. We also support the Awakening System monthly.”
“I’m still not interested.”
Seeing Yi Haesol firmly decline, Gwak Jinho turned to Cheon Woojin.
“I’ll decline due to a busy training schedule.”
“You haven’t even said anything yet.”
“You’re not trying to recruit me into the club, are you?”
“Uh...”
Gwak Jinho scratched the back of his neck at Cheon Woojin’s words.
In reality, part of the reason he brought up joining the club was to inquire if there was any intention to join, but it was also to find a gap in his conversation. However, no one relaxed, and they all watched his movements attentively. In the end, Gwak Jinho raised both his hands.
“Surrender.”
Turning her head, she saw Eungaye kicking the hallway floor with a troubled expression.
“What’s wrong with him again?”
As Elaine tilted her head, Eungaye scolded Han Seyon with a pouting expression.
“It’s a test to see if you can gather magic for a bookstand.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“But even if you gather magic, the books fly away, how can you pass?”
Oh, was that it?
Eungaye’s magic was so wild that even she couldn’t control it. Even if she managed to gather it, her magic fluctuated.
Even if pressed down by gravity, the foundation was shaky, so it was inevitable for the book to fall.
“It’s unfair, isn’t it?”
Eungaye was in tears, complaining that the damn assistant wasn’t letting her pass due to sticking to principles.
Han Seyeon nodded her head, listening to each and every complaint of unfairness.
Of course, Han Seyeon, who couldn’t empathize with others at all, had a transparent white soul once again.
That was a sign that she wasn’t even listening to Eungaye’s complaints of unfairness. But still, pretending to empathize perfectly made Eungaye’s expression soften in an instant. Han Seyeon grabbed Eungaye’s hand that had loosened up.
“Shall we go now?”
“Huh? Where to?”
“Where else, to study.”
“But shouldn’t we take a break now?”
“What are you saying? Tomorrow is the written exam.”
“Can’t I just rest a bit before that?”
“As much as you failed in the practical today, you need to make up for it in the written exam.”
“Uh, wha-what?”
Like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, Eungaye was dragged to the library.
Due to her obsession with feeling indebted for causing harm to others from a young age, Han Seyeon was fixated on the idea of having to help others. ‘Studying’ was part of that duty.
At that moment, when the classroom door creaked open, Cheon Woojin came out with a sword. I asked, wondering.
“Are you going to practice?”
“Swordsmanship.”
“But the practical exam is over. Tomorrow is the written exam, right?”
But going to the swordsmanship hall? What about studying?
“Just studying for one more day won’t significantly improve my grades. I’m going to the hall to refine my mind.”
“Uh, I see.”
There really aren’t any normal ones here.
Watching the leading actors who seemed to be losing one screw at a time, I was reminded once again of how normal I was.
“I’m tired, I should get some rest.”
I shook my head and headed back to the dormitory.
***
Speaking of the results of the written exam, fortunately, my scores turned out quite well.
The one-on-one tutoring sessions with Han Seyeon at the library since last month were a great help, but the Rune exam had the most significant impact.
It was a notoriously difficult subject, so getting a perfect score in Rune, overflowing with ‘Runepoza’ in Eternity.
Nicola, who had stayed up all night at the library the previous night, managed to maintain his rank······
Anyway, after the written exam passed, a festival came to Eternity.
Usually, in regular schools, festivals are held at the end of the year, but uniquely in Eternity, they are held around this time.
It’s said that holding a festival after the end of the year or after summer, when magical incidents are frequent, could lead to trouble.
Indeed, it would be terrifying if ghosts popped out during the festival.
So, it was the Monday after the midterm exams during lunchtime.
After having lunch, in the classroom where everyone gathered, class president Han Seyeon stood at the podium recruiting class officers to help with the festival preparations.
The role of class officers was to stay after school to print materials, set up accounting books or posts, and, especially, fold the paper cranes to be used during the festival.
They would be performing a spectacle of controlling hundreds of paper cranes. Well, that’s school for you.
“I used to fold a lot when I was young.”
It was a trend to fold cranes into glass bottles, so I have memories of folding them out of inertia. I never even filled half of one and stopped.
Nostalgia washes over me.
Anyway, when becoming a class monitor, everyone would tilt their heads, citing various reasons to avoid such miscellaneous tasks.
“Sorry, I have work after this...”
“I have to go to the fencing club.”
“I need to take care of guild duties.”
Being a class monitor was just a title; in reality, it was akin to being a class slave, so it was natural for no one to want to do it. Staying after school to fold cranes voluntarily? No way.
For a prodigy, it was advantageous to use that time for more training.
“Is no one volunteering?”
“······.”
Silence filled the classroom. Han Seyeon, with her index finger at her lips, had a pensive expression.
“Well, I guess I have to pick someone myself then.”
*Gulp.*
Everyone avoided Han Seyeon’s gaze, fearing they might be chosen.
I was absentmindedly lying on my desk without a thought. And then, what Han Seyeon pointed at was······
“Me?”
“Yeah. You’re the class monitor.”
Han Seyeon nodded with a grin.