[LN] Volume 1: Chapter 1

[LN] Volume 1: Chapter 1

Yoo, PolterGlast here

This is the LN version of Dragon Chain Ori

I've read the LN version and I found there are some differences between the LN and the WN.

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Volume 1 Chapter 1

A Boy Trapped in Chains

Translator : PolterGlast

Solminati Academy.

A school built in the academic city of Arcazam, where youngsters from all over the Arcmel continent gathered to study.

It was a place where students who did not reach a certain level of achievement were dropped out without mercy.

He is there.

Nozomu Bountis.

He is a second year student at Solminati Academy and belongs to the 10th class, the lowest class in this meritocratic school.

On the chest of his white-colored uniform, he wears a black nameplate indicating his lowest grade.

Falling asleep in the afternoon sun, he remembered the time when he first came to this school.

It was two years ago that he came to this school. He came to this school with his best friend to support the dreams of his loved one.

Lisa Hounds and Ken Notice.

They were his childhood friends who had spent the time together since they were children in their hometown, and Lisa Hounds was his girlfriend whom he had been in love with before he came to this school.

They first met when she moved with her mother to Oire Village, his hometown.

The village where Nozomu was born and raised was on the border of a small country that had friendly relations with major powers.

The land was relatively fertile, so there was no shortage of food, but it was an ordinary agricultural village with little change in its daily life.

While Nozomu was fishing in the river that flowed through the village, a girl who had just moved to the village approached him.

"Nice to meet you, are you free right now?"

The whole thing started when Nozomu looked back at the girl who called out to him in a stuttering voice.

She was a beautiful girl with short crimson hair, wearing a beautiful one-piece dress. Her eyes, which were filled with confidence but trembled with nervousness, were like jewels that attracted young Nozomu's attention.

Nozomu’s face gradually heated up, and his heart was beating fast. It really was love at first sight.

"Y-, yeah, umm...... I’m free, I think? Are you--......"

"G-, great! Alright, let's chat for a bit! I'm Lisa Hounds, nice to meet you!"

And so began the conversation between the two young people.

They exchanged words as they were surrounded by the rippling river flowing by the bank.

She originally traveled with her parents who were Adventurers, but after her father passed away, she seemed to have returned to this village, her mother's hometown.

Because of her many travels, Lisa's communication skills were better than those of boys and girls her age. Nozomu talked about the village, and Lisa told him where she had been traveling to and what she had been doing.

"So you're an adventurer... What kind of places have you been to?"

Adventurers. As the name implies, they are people who explore the unknown and open up uncharted lands.

It was not a story that Nozomu, who lived in a peaceful village, could relate to. However, as a boy who yearned for tales of heroism and adventure, Lisa's story intrigued him.

The fact that the one speaking was someone he had fallen in love with at first sight was also a reason why he was so absorbed in her story.

Thus, the two lost track of time in their first encounter and talked until the sun went down.

Their relationship began as childhood friends. It was around the time when they both reached the second stage of adulthood that their relationship took a major turn.

Nozomu began to grow taller and Lisa's body was gradually becoming more feminine.

"I'm going to Solminati Academy."

She said this to Nozomu with a hint of nervousness, just as she did when they first met.

It was the same as leaving the village where they had spent their lives together. Nozomu was attracted to the girl he had fallen in love with, but he was also frustrated by the fact that she, whom he had been attracted to since he was a child, was leaving the village.

"In that case, I'm coming with you too ......"

Nozomu found himself impulsively saying such words.

Hearing Nozomu's words, Lisa's eyes widened.

"What are you talking about? Nozomu, you are going to stay in this village, aren’t you? If you leave this village, uncle and aunt will......”

Nozomu's family was a farmer, and he was the only child.

Therefore, Nozomu was a valuable and indispensable worker.

His father, in particular, would be strongly against it.

"The girl I love wants to pursue her dreams, of course, I want to help her."

"L-, love....."

Lisa's wide-open eyes were filled with confusion, and she spoke in a fluster.

However, while her expression reflected her confusion, her cheeks were tinged with a bright red color that could not be hidden.

Nozomu, who had finally spoke of his long-held feelings, was determined to support her.

"Thank you... I'm so happy."

Lisa, perhaps moved to tears, gently pulled herself onto Nozomu's chest.

The two of them put their hands on each other's backs and their lips naturally .......

"A dream?......"

The bell, signaling the end of the lunch break, pulled Nozomu back out of his dream and back to reality. Nozomu got up, brushed the grass off his uniform, and headed to his classroom to attend his afternoon class.

The vow he once made to her. The fact that he could no longer fulfill it made him forcibly push it out of his mind.

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In Solminati Academy, which adheres to a meritocratic system, the difference in rank is a clear indicator that distinguishes students from one another.

The academy was established with loans from countries on the Arcmel continent after the demonic beast disaster known as the [Great Invasion] that occurred 20 years ago.

Regardless of birth or status, if a student was able to rise to a higher rank, they would be able to train in a suitable environment, and by the time they graduated, they were guaranteed to be a prosperous person.

However, if one were to fall to a lower rank, they would receive criticism from those who were originally higher.

Not to mention the treatment of those who were originally lower in rank.

In such a school, Nozomu belonged to the tenth class, which was the lowest class in the school year.

As he walked down the corridor, he was met with hate-filled gazes.

"Damn, why is that dropout still here?"

"What a surprise, I thought he had already dropped out of school voluntarily."

Thoughtless, indifferent words were directed at him. In this academy, where students were constantly exposed to fierce competition, they had no time to pay attention to those who were lower than themselves.

Even if they did, their voices and gazes would be dyed with contempt and ridicule. But this was still better because it could have been worse.

As Nozomu entered the classroom, the atmosphere felt damp and sticky against his skin. Murky, sharp gazes were directed at him. Ignoring the stares, Nozomu went to his seat, where he found malicious words carved with a knife.

[Get out of here!] [A disgrace to the school] [Fucking bastard who is worse than a loser]

When Nozomu glanced at his surroundings, several students turned to look at him with grins on their faces.

By the looks on their faces, it was obvious who had made a mess of Nozomu's desk.

They giggled and sneered as they watched Nozomu silently sitting in his tattered seat.

The tenth-class students have no standing in this academy.

Of course, it is not as if they are lazy. They are talented youths who would be called prodigies back in their hometowns, and they have been working hard to deserve it.

However, in this academy, where the best from across the continent gathered, their brilliance was overshadowed by the brilliance of others stronger than them.

Solminati Academy's class-based system is designed to stimulate students' competitive spirit and encourage their growth to greater heights.

However, this system that expects total achievement also has its downsides.

Students who fall below a certain level are completely demoralized and drop out without mercy.

Because competition is so fierce, people expect rewards and praise from others, and those who make it to the top acquire a special kind of sense of superiority. Conversely, those who fall to the bottom lose confidence and suffer from a sense of inferiority.

The hierarchical teaching system, which is designed to lead those at the top to higher positions, naturally creates a tendency for those at the top to look down on those at the bottom.

But keep in mind that the lower-ranked students were also talented children who were called prodigies in their birthplace. And because they were such children, they had little experience of being treated with contempt and were not used to being in an environment where they are looked down upon.

The pressure they experience is greater than they can imagine.

They couldn't overcome the barriers no matter how hard they tried. They were praised as gifted children, but they were buried in the lowest class, and the feelings of depression were building up.

And those who could no longer endure such a situation turned their gaze to those who were even inferior to them. An outlet for their accumulated inferiority complex. At the bottom of that pile was Nozomu.

"It's futile. Why can't he just give up already?"

"He's making me feel like I'm on the same level as him, and that really irritates me."

Their conversation was full of malice and contempt, albeit spoken in a whisper, but at a volume that Nozomu could surely hear.

Nozomu covered his ears, but poison seeped into them, and his heart ached with a dull pain. He gritted his teeth and endured the dull pain with a blank expression plastered on his face as he looked down at his tattered desk. As if he was holding on until the storm passed.

But even if Nozomu himself tried to ignore it, the malice still came at him from the other side.

"Yo, bottom of the barrel, did you come to class again for no reason? "

The low, mocking tone of voice was directed at Nozomu. He looked up to see three boys standing in front of his desk, glaring at him.

The one who spoke to him was a particularly large male student standing in the middle of the three.

He was a young man with short blonde hair.

Mars Dickens.

He is considered to be one of the most problematic students not only in this tenth class, but in the whole second year as well.

Mars was a student who should have been in a higher class, but due to his belligerent personality and bad behavior, he was stuck in tenth class.

Despite Mars' provocative words and gaze, Nozomu kept his head down and his expression didn't change in the slightest. At once, Mars' expression changed and he expressed his displeasure at the sight of Nozomu, who did not respond at all and proceeded to prepare for class with an indifferent attitude.

"Look at him, he can't even talk back."

"Exactly, even his childhood friend, the Red-Haired Princess, abandoned him. Maybe it's time for him to stop dreaming."

As Mars looking down at him, Nozomu could only remain silent. Looking at the two, the cronies on either side of Mars raised their voices. As if in sync with their voices, the students around them began to laugh as well.

Abandoned. Hearing these words, Nozomu gritted his teeth hard .

"Hey, are you ignoring us!?"

As Nozomu's consciousness sank, one of Mars' cronies, mistakenly believing that he was being ignored, kicked Nozomu's desk while raising his voice.

Nozomu's body was thrown onto the wooden floor along with his tattered desk, and his fallen textbooks made a rustling sound.

One of Mars' cronies, who thought they were being ignored, raised his fist into the air as Nozomu quietly began to put his desk back together.

But before he could strike Nozomu down, the classroom door slammed open and a tall man walked in.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Ugh, Caskell-sensei... N-, no, I was just giving this dim-witted fellow a little lesson."

Caskell Matthiart.

He is the homeroom teacher for the 10th class of the second year, and has been the homeroom teacher for Nozomu and the other 10th graders since the first year.

He is a male teacher in his late 20s, dressed in a neat black outfit, and has a refined figure, but he has a somewhat condescending and overbearing look in his eyes.

With a frown on his forehead, Caskell glanced at Nozomu, who was putting back the fallen desk, and realized what had happened.

"Haa...... Do it after class. Don't be a bother."

"Y-, yes...."

But Caskell neither questioned nor condemned Mars' cronies.

To this male teacher, Nozomu and the others were students unworthy of his teaching, like pebbles on the side of the road.

"Take your seats and open your textbook, you pebbles. Don't waste my time."

Hearing the heavy and menacing voice, the other students rushed to their seats and opened their textbooks.

The end of the second school year was approaching, and soon there would be final exams. If they didn't get the necessary grades here, they would be expelled without question. Even if they could advance to the next grade, they would be in the bottom class again.

Of course, the homeroom teacher's judgment also played a role in the grades.

But while the other students returned to their seats, Mars was the only one who didn't move from in front of Nozomu's desk.

"Mars, get your ass back to your seat."

"Shut up, lowly teacher. I can hear you without you having to yell."

"Lowly, you say... You, to say such words to me, a teacher..."

"Hmph... I guess you indeed in charge of this garbage dump."

Mars sneered at Caskell's anger and returned to his seat while glancing at Nozomu, who kept his head down.

Caskell flushed at Mars' attitude and was about to unleash his anger, but before he could do so, the first bell of the school day rang in the classroom.

"Tch...... Mars, come to my place after school, you hear me!"

Caskell seemed to have no choice but to say that to Mars, opened his textbook, and started the class.

"As you may already know, magic is a technique that uses one's own mental power to manifest various phenomena by acyivating the magical elements in one's body, but it is possible to activate not only one's own magical elements but also those of the outside world, in other words, the environment."

The lectures Caskell presented were mostly related to magic.

The history and geopolitics of the countries on the continent were also taught in the academy.

"When using large-scale magic, it is often done with magical elements from the outside world. Such magic is called ritual magic, and originally originated in Shinto rituals in which prayers were offered to spirits, local deities, and so on. Ritual magic is also one of the two deployment methods in today's magic. It is also the origin of the chanting method and the formation method in today's magic."

Although Caskell had a bias towards students from the tenth class, he was still a teacher at Solminati Academy, and with his young age, his lessons were concise and very easy for the students to understand.

The students dutifully copied the writing on the blackboard. For Nozomu, in particular, the written exam was the one in which he could get the most points out of the exams held periodically, so he was very serious about it. For a particular reason, he was hopelessly inept at practical exams.

"Tomorrow, we will be experimenting with ritual magic and the effects of the presence or absence of catalysts and their advantages. Ah right, Nozomu Bountis, you don't have to participate. You're particularly inferior even among the pebbles. You can't do anything even if you participate."

"I will join ......"

A flat reply that could be either acceptance or resignation.

Hearing Nozomu's helpless words, Caskell didn't seem to be bothered.

"Alright. Then, stay on the side. Don't get in the way."

Hearing Caskell's dismissive words, several class students chuckled.

Unlike Norn, who had a more open attitude, Nozomu's gaze drifted in the air, as if he was lost.

Norn smiled wryly at Nozomu's obviously unnerved behavior. It had always been the case that this student had such a distrustful attitude.

At that moment, loud footsteps came echoing from outside the infirmary.

"Norn~~, how is Nozomu-kun doing~~~~?"

With a prolonged voice, someone opened the door of the infirmary vigorously and walked in.

It was a female teacher in her early twenties with long wavy brown hair, gentle eyes, and a neat appearance.

The brown-haired beauty looked around the infirmary to check on Nozomu, who was on the bed, and ran towards him with a smile on her face.

"Anri. This is school, you know. Even if you're talking to me, you must address me by honorifics when you're here."

"Eh~~, there's no one here, so it's fine~~~~. "

"He's here too, you know."

Norn, pointing at Nozomu, while reprimanding the beautiful woman for calling her by her name as soon as she entered, but she didn't seem to care.

Anri Var.

She is a teacher working at Solminati Academy and currently serves as an assistant to each homeroom teacher.

Anri Var is a popular teacher among her students because of her beautiful face, but the main reason for her popularity is her personality.

Although she was inexperienced as a teacher, she was a kind woman who always showed her sincere attitude towards her students, even to those in the lowest 10th grade. She didn't consider them useless like Caskell did.

Anri was still young and her duty was to assist the homeroom teacher, but despite her gentle tone, her straightforward behavior earned her a great deal of trust from the students, regardless of rank.

If one had to name her shortcomings, one would say that she has a tendency to use words as if she has a few screws loose from her head.

However, the fact that she was chosen as a teacher at this school when she was only in her 20s was proof that her abilities were not based on her loose language and behavior.

"Good grief, your attitude is troubling me. Well, it's always been that way ......"

Norn sighed as she put her hand on her forehead as if she had a headache.

Anri and Norn. They were both from this Solminati Academy and had been best friends since their school days.

They hit it off when they first entered school and have been friends ever since.

Nozomu had heard about this from both of them. And he envied them for having such a relationship.

Friendship and love. Both had different forms, but their strong bond was too dazzling for Nozomu, who had fallen into loneliness.

"Nozomu-kun, are you injuries alright~?

"Y-, yes, it’s alright now."

As Anri gazed at Nozomu's face with concern, Nozomu held back the emotions that were about to burst inside his chest and averted his gaze to cover them.

Nozomu's vision was filled with Anri's face.

Her worried eyes, along with the sweet scent that reminded him of a fruit that was unique to adult woman, made his heart skip a beat.

"W-, wait, sensei, you're too close. Please move away a little."

"B-, but~~"

Nozomu involuntarily backed away, but Anri, who was merely concerned about Nozomu's injury, closed the distance without hesitation.

Nozomu tried to get away from the approaching Anri by moving to the edge of the bed. For him, suddenly being approached by such a beautiful woman, made him stiffen awkwardly.

Meanwhile, Norn sighed heavily again at the sight of best friend pressuring a student.

"Haa~ ....... Anri, he'll be fine. He had bruises on his chest and back, and a mild concussion, but the pain will subside soon."

Nozomu nodded in affirmation of Norn's words.

"Really~~?"

"Y-, yeah, it’s true..."

In her squinted eyes, there was a will to see through Nozomu's current condition and an equal amount of concern for his well-being. Anri peered at Nozomu for a while, but eventually, perhaps believing her best friend's diagnosis, she quickly moved away from Nozomu.

"...... I was worried about you, you know. Nozomu-kun, It would be bad if something were to happen to you."

"He'll be fine, Anri. He won't quit just because of this."

"Gosh, Norn sure is cold."

"I only say this because I have a good grasp of his condition."

Since Nozomu was a regular visitor to the infirmary, Norn was well aware of his condition.

Although Norn was just stating that there was nothing to worry about, the important thing was that Anri did not like Norn's tone of voice so she was puffing up her cheeks.

At that moment, the bell chimed, signaling the end of the school day.

"It's already past school day, huh? ......"

Looking out the window of the infirmary, Nozomu saw that the students who had finished their day's classes were heading home one after another.

Nozomu got off the bed, put on his uniform coat, and put his personal katana back on his waist.

"Excuse me, Norn-sensei, Anri-sensei, thank you very much for your help."

"Ah, wait a minute, Nozomu-kun, just to make sure, are you still going into the Spasim Forest?"

"Y-, yeah. Sometimes ......"

Anri made a difficult expression upon hearing Nozomu's words.

Spasim Forest is a dense forest that surrounds Arcazam, the city where Solminati Academy is located.

A wide variety of plants and animals grow in this forest, and there are students and ordinary citizens who earn their living by hunting and gathering in the forest.

Considering the reason for the establishment of the Solminati Academy, the forest is also a useful place to gain experience in actual battles with demonic beasts.

However, while the abundant forests are a blessing to the people, they are also home to powerful demonic beasts, and many people die or go missing every year in these forests.

"Nozomu, you've been in this town for almost two years now, so you know that the Spasim Forest is very dangerous in several places. Especially deep in the forest, there are many monsters and beasts that even experienced adventurers and knights are afraid of ..."

"......Yes, I know."

"That's why~, Nozomu-kun, I think you should form a party~. I understand that it's hard for you to form a party with other students, but ......"

"I'm sorry, Anri-Sensei. I'm doing fine for now, and I'm in a hurry, so I'll see you later...."

Nozomu left the infirmary as if to run away without hearing Anri's words until the end.

Anri's hand was extended toward Nozomu, but her hand only grasped empty air as if she couldn't reach him.

"There he goes."

"Geez~, Listen to your teacher until the end~!"

Norn smiled wryly at Anri, who looked upset and angry.

"But neither Anri nor Nozomu-kun has changed."

"Gosh~. Norn says something selfish again ......"

"It can't be helped. Do you know how many times this exchange has been repeated since the day you met him?"

The first time Norn and Nozomu met was when he was in his second year of school, whereas Anri first met Nozomu about six months ago.

The first time they met was when Anri came to visit Nozomu in the infirmary during a break, worried about him after he had been injured in a combat training and was covered in bandages.

"I remember at that time, Nozomu-kun wouldn't listen to you at all ......"

"He still wouldn't listen to me even now! I'm worried about him, that's why I told him to form a party~~!"

In the beginning, Nozomu only responded to Anri's concerned appeals with curt replies such as, "I'm fine", "I'm used to it", and so on. Even now, he has not changed much.

"I understand your concern over Nozomu-kun, but isn't it difficult for him to form a party because of his ability?"

On the other hand, there was a hint of resignation in Norn's tone of voice.

Due to rumors circulating in the past and his lowest grade, Nozomu has been completely isolated from the other students.

In this meritocratic school, no one would be crazy enough to party with such a student.

Aside from the conflict with his girlfriend, there was another reason why Nozomu fell to the bottom of the class.

It was due to an [Ability] that manifested during his first year of school.

Abilities are a general term for skills that manifest regardless of race.

The underlying cause of why these abilities are manifested regardless of race is not known, but it is said that when they are manifested, the person can receive various benefits depending on the ability, and it is said that there are countless types of abilities.

Nozomu's [Ability] is called [Ability Suppression].

When manifested, it suppresses the person's abilities, preventing them from growing beyond a certain level.

Furthermore, the effects of items, magic, and Qi-jutsu on suppressed abilities are obviously lower than those of ordinary people.

Although it is an extremely rare ability, it does not benefit the individual at all, but rather drags him down. In Nozomu's case, three of his abilities (physical ability, magic power, and Qi) are suppressed, which is a huge disadvantage for him in practical skills.

This [Ability Suppression] further weakened Nozomu's already poor performance, and in practical skills he ranked last among his peers.

He was only able to advance to second year due to the results of the written exam, but even so, he had to take two additional exams during the exam for advancement.

No student would party with such a weak and unpromising person.

"B-, but~~"

Anri, on the other hand, did not seem to want to give up yet and was anxiously shaking her body.

As a kind-hearted woman, she probably wanted Nozomu to form a party at all costs.

"Besides, he still avoids strangers."

"............"

Hearing Norn's words, Anri fell silent.

It was about a year ago that Norn was assigned as the infirmary's doctor, and since that very first time she saw Nozomu, his condition had been very bad.

His physical injuries were often gruesome, but more than that, his mind was in shambles.

He would answer if asked about his physical injuries and pain, but he would not answer any questions related to his mind, such as the problems he was having.

Even when she made simple small talk with him, he would only respond in silence.

"Every time the treatment was over, he would return to his training without hesitation, and then he would visit the infirmary again with his new injuries. Sometimes he would visit the infirmary early in the morning, so when I asked him what he had been up to, he said that he had gone into the Spasim Forest alone. Moreover, when I asked him how long he had been doing this, he replied that he had been doing it almost every day since the first year ......"

His behavior was indeed a concern, and Norn had questioned him several times to warn him, but his response was not good.

"Thanks to you, Anri, he started to talk to us a little bit. But it's not enough, and besides, his behavior hasn't changed at all."

It was largely due to Anri's efforts that Nozomu began to speak normally, though only slightly.

Norn's best friend, who didn't care about such a personal space, had been able to shorten the distance between her and Nozomu, who had rejected others, thanks to her natural cheerfulness and kindness.

Thanks to this, they were now able to make small conversation.

However, there hadn't been any progress beyond that. He refused to talk about his worries or anxieties, and he wouldn't stop going into the forest alone.

Silence descended between Norn and Anri.

"But if I keep trying, I'm sure he'll be able to open up~. Nozomu-kun, he definitely has a lot of things to tell, but if everyone knew better about him, they would realize he's not the boy the rumors say he is."

Norn nodded in agreement with Anri's words.

Nozomu has been given various bad names as an insult to him, but if one were to get to know him better, that person would quickly realize that he is not the person the rumors say he is.

"And not only the students, but also the teachers say that Nozomu-kun has no talent, but I don't think that's true~."

"Do you have any basis of your opinion?"

"He can't do anything about his innate Qi or magic power, but he can hone his sword techniques~~. I don't think his sword techniques is something that should be ignored."

"Indeed, I also thought he could hone techniques that don't rely on Qi or magic, such as swordsmanship and spearmanship..."

The teachers were indifferent towards Nozomu because of [Ability Suppression] he had. The teachers at the school didn't have the time to continuously teach students who weren't expected to improve.

If you can't do it, just quit.

That's the way most of the teachers in this school are, and teachers like Anri are rare.

When she was asked if there was no room for such students to grow at all, Anri said that was not the case.

Nozomu could learn techniques such as swordsmanship and spearmanship, and even if his total amount of Qi and magic power did not increase, his skill in handling them would have no problem. What needed to be emphasized was the "limit" of his abilities, not his techniques.

"Hmm, how is Nozomu-kun's skill in katana-jutsu?"

"I've seen it during Caskell's class~. I'm not an expert in katana-jutsu, so I don't know much about it either, but ......"

"But?"

"There were times when I thought it was a little scary~. He was just one step away from defeating his opponents, who were hopelessly superior in terms of Qi-jutsu and magic. And it was a very close one, you know~"

Even in tenth class, the students of this academy are better trained than ordinary soldiers from any other country.

In fifth class, most students are at C rank, and some students in third class and above have reached B rank.

A C-rank is equivalent to an experienced soldier. Even among adventurers, this is the rank of those who are reasonably skilled.

Naturally, the physical abilities of such people, enhanced by Qi-jutsu and magic, were unmatched by ordinary people.

It was surprising to Norn that Nozomu could confront such an existence head-on.

"I had always thought his body was well-trained, but not to the extent that he could confront such an existence head-on... "

But at the same time, it made sense. Norn was not an expert in martial arts or swordsmanship, but as a doctor, she had examined the body of such warriors many times.

She had seen Nozomu's body, and her impression of his body was that of a [superb sword forged by a skilled blacksmith who works tirelessly and without sleep].

A well-proportioned body without unnecessary fat or excess. A body that, despite the heavy shackles of [Ability Suppression], had overcome pain repeatedly in an attempt to break those shackles.

His body was not built through natural talent, but like a sword wielded by a master swordsman, it had been trained to the utmost, without waste, through training so rigorous that it was almost hard to believe.

More than anything, it was the countless scars on his body that caught her attention.

Not only lacerations and bruises, but even new stitches marks that Norn could not remember, were found in many places on Nozomu's body.

"That's why I told him to consider stopping."

"I see, Norn also said something like that to him...."

"I was merely saying it as an advice from a doctor. I just don't want to see more unnecessary injuries. You know what I mean, right?"

Once again, silence fell between the two.

Norn and Anri looked at each other for a moment, but then, suddenly, Anri's gaze shifted to the infirmary window.

"Even so, is it wrong that I want him to be rewarded?"

"...... No, I think so too."

Prompted by Anri's gaze, Norn also looked out the window.

There, she saw Nozomu running out of the school building.

"But is it really possible to acquire that much physical strength and katana-jutsu on his own? ...... "

As Norn watched Nozomu run out from the other side of the main gate, such a question suddenly popped into her mind.

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