A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"It's been a long time since I've been to school, let me be a cleaner for once."

Chapter 13 Kenmei Isayama's Friends

"The cursed spirits can never be completely eradicated..."

This is a consensus among all sorcerers.

As long as deception, killing, malice, and negative emotions exist among humans, these terrifying monsters will not disappear; on the contrary, their numbers will only increase.

They are even more disgusting than viruses and bacteria; they reproduce rapidly and are extremely destructive. They have become an integral part of human society, and their numbers are so great that if divided among a single human, there can be twenty to thirty of them.

"However, it doesn't matter."

A pale, lizard-like cursed spirit was coiled on the basketball hoop. One second it was languid, and the next it was shattered by the orange-yellow beam of light. The pale fragments melted into a black dot of light and were absorbed.

"I'll kill them all!"

[Absorb spell power, points +6]

"Boom."

The orange-yellow object, still carrying considerable force, bounced high into the air after hitting the ground and remained suspended there.

That wasn't a beam of light at all; it was a basketball that bounced high into the air due to a powerful dunk!

Wearing the number 11 jersey, he was hanging on the rim, the basketball clattering to the side. Everyone in the arena was stunned by his performance.

The guy skillfully broke through the defense of three defenders as if playing a game, facing an opponent who jumped from the ground to try to stop his shot, using his body and outstretched arms as the last line of defense.

He immediately jumped from the ground to face the opposing defense, soaring high over his opponent's head. Under the opponent's fearful gaze, the ball grazed directly above his head and slammed into the basket with a powerful dunk.

"The commander of the first army... has been eliminated...?"

"My God, he's over two meters tall, he's a monster!"

"call..."

The guy hanging on the rim took a slight breath, then let go and landed steadily on the ground, helping his shocked opponent, who was sprawled on the ground, to his feet.

"Xianming, what have you been doing all this time since you stopped coming to school?"

"How can they be so unreasonable?"

The player wearing number 11 who just displayed a shockingly violent aesthetic on the court is Kenmei Isayama. He is currently wiping the sweat off his face by rolling up his jersey around his waist.

"Minister, I'm still far from good enough."

Upon hearing this, Kenmei Isayama simply smiled and replied...

"As agreed, I won."

"Minister, you can dismiss me from the ministry now."

The head of the basketball team looked unwilling, his mouth agape as if he wanted to persuade the team to stay.

"Xianming, you...."

But an agreement is an agreement.

"I see."

Yes, the purpose of this basketball game was because Kenmei Isayama expressed his desire to withdraw from the basketball club.

Kenmei Isayama cleared away all the cursed spirits in the entire Aoyama Academy in the morning, and then came to take care of his own personal matters in the afternoon.

Kenmei Isayama was a former member of the first team of the Aoyama Academy basketball club and a regular player in the competition. Apart from his lack of stamina, his ball handling, defense, and offense were all impeccable.

Although Kenmei Isayama frequently missed basketball training and games without reason for various reasons, damaging his reputation, his departure from the team was still a huge loss.

Therefore, the head of the basketball club made a demanding request, asking Kenmei Isayama to lead the members of the second team to play against the main players of the first team. Now the result is obvious.

The score was 70:65, with Kenmei Isayama scoring nearly 52 points out of 70, making it essentially a one-man show.

Without training, he was even better than before, as if he had been reborn.

What the basketball team members didn't know was that Kenmei Isayama's weakness in stamina had been compensated for by the system's stat allocation, and his intelligence of 9 points had improved his ball-handling skills by several levels, making him practically a monster.

"Thank you for taking care of me all this time."

Kenmei Isayama took off his number 11 jersey, which represented his identity, and handed it to the captain. He then bowed to his teammates, who had fought alongside him in the past and whose expressions were equally complex. After taking one last look, he left the place where he had trained for a year.

Let's play ball together again sometime.

Kenmei Isayama understood that by stepping down, he was saying goodbye to his past.

Instead of keeping them occupying the starting positions, it's better to give the opportunity to the juniors from the second team. Knowing when to give way is what makes a qualified senior.

As Kenmei Isayama buttoned his white shirt and walked out of the basketball court, he suddenly heard a cold, clear voice.

Why did you give up basketball?

Kenmei Isayama stopped what he was doing and turned his head away.

She was a girl who had tied her long, smooth gray hair into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She was very pretty. Unlike the image of Kenmei Isayama had of her, who always wore a white coat, this time she had taken off her glasses and was wearing disposable contact lenses.

The girl had a stunning figure, possessing a level of attractiveness that far surpassed her peers. Beneath her perfectly flowing skirt lay fair and voluptuous skin, accentuated by pristine white stockings that highlighted her flawless leg curves. Most importantly, the formal Aoyama Academy uniform somehow exuded a captivating blend of sophistication and allure on her.

"Futaba?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Kenmei, why are you only paying attention to Futaba?"

“I’m still here.”

Only then did Kenmei Isayama notice a short-haired, brown-haired guy standing next to the girl, wearing the same white men's shirt as Isayama himself. He was of average height. He spoke in a voice tinged with resentment.

"Sorry, that's because Sakuta is really too unremarkable."

"Heh, here you go."

The brown-haired boy rolled his eyes at Kenmei Isayama and immediately tossed the sports drink in his hand over.

"Thanks, Sakuta."

Without any hesitation, Kenmei Isayama unscrewed the bottle cap and drank almost all the water in one gulp.

"No need to thank me, it was Futaba who bought it. I'm just passing on what I've got."

"Saying unnecessary things."

Upon hearing this, the girl called Futaba by the two men briefly blushed as if it were a hallucination, but quickly returned to normal.

The brown-haired boy glanced at the girl beside him, whose gaze had gradually turned cold because of the information he had revealed.

Silently sighing

"He's really not a candid guy."

When he heard that Kenmei Isayama was going to lead the reserve second team to play against the basketball team's first team, he acted quickly and rushed over without stopping.

This dishonest girl had arrived long ago, her makeup was done, and she was holding a sports drink. She didn't go in but just stood at the entrance doorway watching Xianming play basketball.

"Thank you, Futaba. This is my favorite flavor."

Upon hearing Kenmei Isayama's gratitude, Futaba couldn't help but smile, but her tone remained stiff as she spoke.

"You're welcome, but this isn't the place to talk."

Rio Futaba hugged her own arm.

"Let's change places."

Chapter 14 She took a step forward

"Xianming, let me tell you something."

“Since you’ve been away from school, Futaba wouldn’t let me come here even though I wanted to. This time, I’m really grateful to you.”

"Ouch! What are you doing, Futaba!"

Sakuta's furious voice and Futaba's icy voice echoed down the corridor after he was kicked.

"Stop talking. If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

"Xianming, why don't you do something about her?"

Sakuta Azusagawa and Rio Futaba are both close friends of Kenmei Isayama, and are among his few good friends.

"Sakuta, just say less."

Kenmei Isayama said helplessly.

However, the two didn't get along well and started arguing after just a few words.

"Wow, I misjudged you."

The three of them walked noisily into a classroom, which was a science classroom in the Comprehensive Equipment Building.

It was a small classroom exclusively for Rio Futaba, a privilege the school granted her because she was a "genius girl" no less than Asagi-san. She had published 30 first-author articles in journals ranked first and second in the national college entrance examination, and last year, three articles she collaborated on with the research institute were even published in Nature.

Aside from class time, Rio Futaba always stays in this science lab, a secret base that belongs only to her and her friends.

"Sakuta, give me some wind."

"I'm going to die."

Summer is always hot, not to mention that Kenmei Isayama had just finished an intense physical confrontation. Even though he was sitting by the window, sweat was dripping straight down his forehead.

Kenmei Isayama was sitting on the ground, completely losing his composure, while Sakuta Azusagawa in the corner was fanning himself with a fan, his voice weak and listless.

"Futaba, Kenmei said he wants to fan the wind."

He thought for a moment, then, ignoring her surprise, tossed the fan to Rio Futaba, who was standing next to Kenmei Isayama.

"Huh? Didn't Xianming send you?"

Rio Futaba, a science-oriented girl with poor athletic ability, almost dropped her fan and angrily said to Sakuta Azusagawa.

"Never mind that, just take it."

Upon hearing this, Kenmei Isayama also responded with a call.

"Futaba, I want the wind."

"I understand, it really is."