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Chapter 13: My Identity Already Got Exposed?
Morning jog, training with Aisha afterward.
Morning: combat and lecture, teasing Isabel a bit.
After lunch: paperwork with Nikita at the student council.
Afternoon: joint class, focusing on the lecture instead of Card.
Before dinner: preparations and information gathering for mock battles.
Sometimes, additional student council duties with Nikita.
After dinner: reviewing lessons, assignments, and training.
Bedtime at night.
This has been my daily routine recently.
In the past, if it were the old me, I’d have been grumbling in every color of the rainbow and passed out the next day.
But Vikamon's stamina is beyond imagination.
From what I can tell, this body could stay up for three nights straight and still be fine the next day.
That’s how extraordinary Vikamon’s stamina and recovery rate are.
‘Vikamon should have trained his body instead of messing around with useless magic.’
I can’t understand why he stubbornly insisted on learning magic.
Of course, I’m not completely clueless about Vikamon’s story.
Vikamon's family, Niflheim, is originally a family of mages.
Vikamon learned magic as if to spite his highly talented elder brother.
However, Vikamon lacked any natural aptitude for magic.
To make matters worse, even his younger sister mastered the "Ancestor's Magic," displaying the prowess of a great mage's return.
Vikamon felt humiliated and became even more obsessed with magic.
‘Blinded by envy and jealousy, he failed to develop his strengths.’
It's unfortunate, but it is what it is.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
At any rate, his strengths are now proving very useful.
Physical strength is national strength.
I’ve come to realize the truth in this saying as my stamina has been increasing rapidly.
“Senior, I've added a training routine today that works on both arms and chest!”
Maybe that’s why Aisha’s training routines have been getting crazier lately.
Aisha, with her steel-like stamina, seems thrilled to have a training partner.
Every morning, she arrives even earlier than me and sets up the training equipment with a bright smile.
It seems she felt quite lonely training by herself until now.
“Senior, today is leg day. Let’s wear this before jogging and run together!”
Despite Aisha's cheerful face, the equipment she brings gets more intense by the day.
But seeing her so happy isn’t a bad feeling.
And more importantly, Aisha’s training is genuinely helpful.
“Training together is fun!”
After finishing today’s training, Aisha flashed a refreshing, healthy smile, like something out of a sports drink commercial, as she looked down at me, sprawled out on the ground.
I wonder what kind of monstrous stamina Aisha has, considering she never seems to tire out.
No wonder she swings around a giant sword like it’s nothing.
She used to have a somewhat cold image, but now I realize how innocent and full of energy she is.
Thanks to her, I managed to get myself up, albeit wobbling.
Watching Aisha, who has even more stamina than I do, sparked my competitive spirit.
I’ll build my endurance until I can swing a giant sword around for fun, just like her.
“Senior, it seems the training is paying off. Your body is getting stronger lately!”
“...You can actually see it?”
“No, the muscles are telling me.”
Hey, that’s a scary thing to say!
But Aisha is right.
Thanks to the training, I could tell I was getting stronger even with the bandages covering my body.
The way my body is improving so quickly shows that I’ve got a different kind of muscle fiber.
Vikamon really should have focused on combat.
“All thanks to you.”
“Oh, no, it’s more because you’ve been working hard, senior.”
Aisha gave an embarrassed smile, then swung her giant sword even harder to shake off the embarrassment.
It seemed like she might send it flying any second, so I wished she’d stop.
“By the way, Aisha, I’d like to do a practice match with the mock battle coming up soon.”
I spoke up before Aisha could accidentally send me flying.
Leaving Isabel, who was now flustered and embarrassed, I headed toward the forest.
Then, for some reason, I could feel Sharin’s gaze from afar.
Her sleepy eyes made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
Sharin is unpredictable.
Her character trait is that she’s moody by nature.
In battles, she’d suddenly go, "I’m done," and retire.
Her moodiness is like a severe debuff.
However, her skills and stats are unmatched, so sometimes I’d hire her as a mercenary and pray she’d behave.
Now that this game has become a reality, I have no idea how extreme her moodiness could get.
‘Better not get too involved for now.’
I changed my clothes quickly and came out.
Seeing me, Isabel turned around immediately as if she’d been waiting.
After exchanging a quick glance with Aisha, I followed right behind.
The three of us walked mostly in silence.
There’s no need to say anything about the tension between Isabel and me.
Sharin, not being a morning person, yawned continuously, dragging her feet as she walked.
“Sharin, walk properly.”
“Uuugh, I’m sleepy.”
Because Sharin isn’t a morning person, Isabel often forcefully wakes her up and drags her along like this.
Originally, Lucas would have been the one filling this spot.
If Lucas were here, the atmosphere would be much more lively.
We would be chatting about today’s class, recent rumors around the academy, and other light-hearted topics.
‘But since I ended up in this spot because of the morning duty...’
The atmosphere between us was tense and awkward.
The first to break this uncomfortable silence was Sharin, just as we reached the entrance of the magic department.
“Have a good class, and don’t fall asleep.”
“Mom, just five more minutes.”
“Sharin, your mom’s not here.”
Isabel gently stroked Sharin’s hair as she clung to her.
With Sharin, Isabel seemed to be in a slightly better mood.
But even Sharin couldn’t fill the void left in Isabel’s heart by Lucas’s absence.
Isabel’s extreme behavior is inevitable without Lucas.
As I was staring at this scene, Isabel glanced my way.
Oh, time for her to pick a fight.
“You’re going to be late for your morning duty.”
“...You’re one to talk, aren’t you?”
That’s true.
But I responded shamelessly.
If I’m destined to be hated, I might as well be thoroughly hated.
“Your friend, that guy named Lucas, must’ve been as laid-back as you are.”
Isabel’s face turned icy in an instant.
She bit her lip hard and then let go of Sharin.
“Soon, you won’t be able to say things like that again.”
She glared at me with a look of pure hatred before turning sharply and walking away.
The stack of her resentment is steadily piling up.
Let’s keep it going.
This morning duty is going to be quite chilly.
“Might as well get going.”
By now, I was pretty used to it and followed behind Isabel.
Thump!
But I was immediately stopped by an unexpected person.
“...Sharin Sazaris?”
“Hey, hey, listen...”
She grabbed my wrist tightly and drew out her words lazily.
Her midnight blue hair, shimmering like a galaxy, tilted to the side.
“Why are you disguised like that?”
Oh crap, seriously?
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