Chapter 38
Chapter 11: Northern Kids' Final Boss, Seraphin Ortejo"My underlings, farewell."
"Seraphin-nim!"
"Kuhuhuk! Seraphin niiim……!"
North-South border.
Empire Dillian Academy's martial arts class had ended break ceremony.
All waiting for family carriages.
And front of dusty field.
Over fifty boys gathered like clouds before thirteen-year-old boy.
His name Seraphin Ortejo.
"Seraphin-nim, write letters from North too."
"Will do."
......He spoke curtly looking at other boys.
"I'm going North. Feel death's dest from darkness's dark……."
Subordinates moved by Seraphin's rhythmic beautiful words. Some unmanly wiping tears with back of hand.
"Aah……."
Seraphin glanced at them quietly chanting next words.
"With west wind's wind blowing."
Here it'd end normally.
Subordinates sang chorus-like hearing his words.
"That is precisely, destiny's destine."
Yes.
Academy break ceremony day.
Finally, the child bearing all expectations prepared to leave for North.
Age thirteen.
North Ortejo Grand Duke's firstborn son, extremely powerful child.
"Ahem, hm. Hey. What're you all doing?"
"All here to see great reserve martial artist from North, Seraphin-nim."
"Aah……. Well, that so?"
"Seraphin-nim, tell us about powerful Ortejo family aura in North."
Boys this age predictable.
Admire the powerful.
Seraphin same.
True to strong child, loved his family's usual vibe.
Always smashing something, killing monsters, wearing proudly like medals, despising many things.
Exactly magi-tangled battlefield vibe.
And natural to love as physical arts martial artist.
But......
Right then, his teacher called great martial artist Professor Melern appeared.
"Seraphin-nim, enjoy break and return."
"Kuhm! Will do."
For some reason disliked Professor Melern.
*'Recognized by academy dean and all. But only Melern doesn't acknowledge me.'*
At thirteen beat even over twenties.
All focused on Seraphin.
But Professor Melern different.
Looked at Seraphin coldly then said.
"And......"
"And?"
"As I always said, Seraphin-nim always lacks one thing. What is it?"
"I lack nothing."
"Precisely mental training."
Prideful genius teacher-disciple showdown.
As usual, arrogant boy Seraphin raised eyebrows crookedly retorting.
"Me lack mental training? Surviving day by day in our family harder than academy survival training. Professor Melern, fledgling like you wouldn't know."
Martial artist aspirants exchanged awkward glances.
"......Well, hope Seraphin-nim fills what's lacking during this break."
Professor Melern face serene despite insult.
Seraphin glared trembling.
*'What mental training needed to train physical arts!'*
Utterly incomprehensible now.
