Abnormal Moon

Chapter 337 If I were the master of the Demon Void Realm (84k)

In the early morning, the sun shines into the pavilion complex, casting dappled shadows of trees onto the wide square.

A slightly cool morning breeze blew by, making people feel a faint chill.

Roy got up very early.

After washing up and having breakfast, he went to the college's stadium, hoping to find an open space to exercise, but to his surprise, it had already been occupied.

A girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old was wielding a naginata that was much taller than herself in the open space.

The blade whistled as it danced, her feet shifting with the weight of the blade, and her ponytail swayed dramatically with each movement. Her swordplay was expansive and fluid, her movements powerful and vigorous, clearly demonstrating that this young woman had been immersed in the art of the naginata for a long time.

"Who?"

Noticing someone watching, the girl stopped swinging her naginata and looked at Roy with a cold yet sharp gaze.

Only then was the girl's true appearance fully revealed to Roy.

She has a classic oval face, and her beauty is undeniable. Her black hair is tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She is wearing simple sportswear, and her well-proportioned figure exudes a healthy beauty from years of exercise. The glasses she wears make her look somewhat delicate, but the way she wielded the naginata just now was incredibly skillful and brave, giving people a strong sense of contrast.

The moment the girl's appearance came into view, Roy realized who she was.

"I don't recall ever seeing you at the vocational college?"

As Roy sized her up, the girl was also sizing Roy up.

She looked Roy up and down, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Is it a sorcerer from outside?

The college also provides mission support to sorcerers, so some sorcerers come to the college seeking help.

But this person looks to be about the same age as her, right?

He was already a fully-fledged sorcerer?

"I'm a new teacher at the college, my name is Roy."

Roy looked at the girl in front of him, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"You must be... Zenin Maki?"

"So it was you...?!"

Upon hearing the name Roy, Zenin Maki felt her breath catch in her throat.

The way she looked at Roy changed instantly.

The previous indifference carried a hint of sharpness, while the demeanor became serious yet respectful.

But at the same time, Roy didn't miss the fleeting look of disgust on her face that he couldn't quite place.

"You know me? The news spread so fast?"

The news of his promotion to Special Grade was only released yesterday.

"Yes."

Zenji Maki nodded, her expression calmer than before.

"The information about the top-level cases will basically be transmitted to the mobile phones of all sorcerers in the country within a day via electronic communication. Teacher Roy's name is probably known to sorcerers all over the country by now."

Because the same situation happened last year.

And the same situation happened just last month.

That's why she knows so much.

"I see."

Roy nodded knowingly, then his gaze fell on the naginata held by Zenjima Maki.

Are you doing your morning exercise?

"Yes."

Zenji Maki nodded, then fell silent.

She didn't intend to say more than a few words, and clearly had no intention of getting closer to Roy.

"Want to have a sparring match?"

Roy didn't seem to mind her silence, and instead made a suggestion as if he had become interested.

"Actually, I was also planning to come to this stadium for my morning exercise, but it's too boring to exercise alone. Want to spar with me?"

“Sparring is fine... but I don’t know any techniques, I only know hand-to-hand combat.”

Zenji Maki sighed subtly and looked over with an open and honest expression.

She made no attempt to hide her lack of knowledge about surgical techniques.

In the eyes of sorcerers who place extreme importance on the power of spells, this is almost equivalent to a waste of the third stage of battle qi, and will be ridiculed and despised wherever they go.

Just like the useless spiritual roots in fantasy novels.

Even sorcerers whose strength is inferior to hers can salvage their pride by mocking her for not having any spells.

"It's okay, I'm pretty good at hand-to-hand combat too."

Roy waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

He looked around and saw the weapons racks placed at the edge of the stadium, which were filled with many weapons, including knives, guns, daggers, naginatas, and even shuriken.

There are only a few students in the vocational college to begin with; the total number of students in the four grades combined does not exceed ten.

In addition, since sorcerers are essentially martial arts practitioners, the college naturally provides all kinds of weapons in the training grounds. Of course, these are just ordinary weapons, not magical artifacts. Even the college is not so extravagant as to provide magical artifacts to students as training props. However, ordinary weapons have their advantages, namely that no matter how many are damaged, no compensation is required.

"Really?"

Zenin Maki glanced at Roy, somewhat incredulous.

In terms of appearance, Roy is about the same age as her.

She figured that to become a Special Grade, one must be like Otsuku Yuta, possessing incredibly strong magical power, or be a powerful shikigami with extremely high autonomy.

Melee combat using magical power to enhance the body and melee combat using honed martial arts skills are two completely different things.

To hone one's skills to an exceptional degree, one must dedicate years of hard work and dedication, training until the skill is ingrained in one's very being, before one can be considered to have truly mastered it.

In this era, at this age, he doesn't look like someone skilled in martial arts at all.

"real."

Roy stopped in front of the weapon rack, thought for a moment, and then took down a naginata.

"Teacher...using a naginata?"

Zenin Maki's gaze turned somewhat strange.

Was this choice intentional?

Although it's called top-tier, isn't that underestimating someone?

"I also have some experience with naginata techniques."

Roy held the naginata in his hand and swung it lightly with one hand.

So light.

You can barely feel its weight.

"I'll let you go first, bring it on."

Roy stood in front of Zenji Maki.

"I will suppress my power."

Holding it with only one hand, even the starting posture is not standard.

Zenin Maki silently closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them, her gaze instantly becoming as sharp as a knife.

"...Is that so? Then I'll go!"

To be honest, she felt somewhat underestimated.

She could ignore the mockery from others who said she had no magic and was a useless person.

She doesn't have a strong competitive spirit.

She had been used to being looked down upon since she was a child.

But martial arts is her forte. Being looked down upon in her forte makes even her want to prove herself!

"Since it's a top-tier class, I don't need to tell you to be careful, I'll go all out!"

With this in mind, Zenin Maki gripped the long-handled sword tightly with both hands and assumed the upper stance at her side.

Immediately afterwards, she took quick, small steps forward and slashed straight at Roy with her sword.

The blade, gleaming coldly, whistled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound, like an arrow striking.

Just by looking at her aura, you can tell that Zenin Maki's strength is extraordinary.

If an ordinary person were hit by such a straight chop from her, their skull might be severed in two.

Facing the slash that came straight down, Roy raised the naginata high above his head with one hand.