All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Let's go, Professor Aiden."

Elsa's voice gently broke the surrounding silence. Her tender gaze fell on Mr. Aiden, who was deep in thought, noticing the faint melancholy in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking.

Mr. Aiden looked up, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes. He sighed softly, "What a tumultuous experience."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the city's prosperity and hustle and bustle. His own city, though small in size, was full of the warmth and life of everyday life, while here, despite the towering buildings, he always felt an indescribable loneliness.

This place is bustling, yet also desolate; it lacks the warmth of everyday life, but is filled with power struggles.

Just as the competition was in full swing, an unexpected message interrupted all the noise.

The various colleges received an urgent notification that Barton City had been attacked by an unknown creature, Duke Adams' mansion had been destroyed, and the originally intense and exciting competition had been interrupted.

Mr. Aiden frowned. He had a premonition that this sudden attack might not be accidental; it might be deliberate. But he quickly shook his head. These things were none of his concern. He was just an ordinary teacher, and he had no interest in power struggles.

I wonder what Leon is thinking right now? He must be feeling incredibly disappointed. He had a very high chance of winning the championship in this competition, but now he's missed out due to this unexpected event.

Thinking of this, Aiden couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, and at the same time, he was somewhat surprised that he would worry about someone who was more powerful than himself. This feeling was truly absurd.

Nevertheless, this journey was not without its rewards. At the very least, it broadened my horizons and made me realize that there are many people in this world who are more capable than myself.

Perhaps I should let go of those unrealistic fantasies, calm down, and accept my ordinariness.

He looked at Elsa beside him, his eyes filled with happiness, and thought that he was doing quite well.

Elsa looked confused, wondering why her teacher was staring at her so intently at this moment. She felt her cheeks burning slightly and a little shy.

Because so many teachers and classmates were watching them, she quietly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, secretly wondering what the teacher was thinking.

Mary stood there quietly, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of clouds and landing on the distant horizon.

Her eyes were unfocused, her thoughts wandering elsewhere. Perhaps she was silently saying goodbye to a relationship that had failed before it even began, her heart filled with reluctance and helplessness. Or perhaps she was secretly worried about someone, a concern that she couldn't let go of.

As a law enforcer, wouldn't she have to confront that monster? She silently prayed that the person would be safe and sound and emerge unscathed from this crisis.

After a long while, Mei finally came to her senses and sighed softly. That sigh contained endless regret and helplessness. She knew she was saying goodbye to this city forever; it didn't belong to her. She slowly turned and followed the group, walking further and further away.

...

Do you have many things you can't let go of? Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean you have to be with them for life.

Just like my love for a flower, I appreciate its beauty, but I don't necessarily have to pick it. The flower blooms on the branch, possessing its own vitality and vibrancy. I don't need to own it to enjoy its beauty.

I love the gentleness of the wind, its freedom, but I cannot make it stop for me, to let me smell its fragrance alone. It belongs to no one; its charm lies in its fluidity and elusiveness.

I love the pristine whiteness of clouds and their ever-changing nature, but I wouldn't be foolish enough to ask them to come down and cover me. Clouds drift freely in the sky; their beauty lies in their unrestrained freedom.

Sometimes, caring too much about other people's feelings can lead to losing yourself. Living for the opinions of others and striving for their expectations can result in losing yourself in the process.

...

Warwick walked heavily, following his college's group, on the way back.

His steps were slightly heavy, his heart filled with complex emotions about the city where he had only stayed for a few days.

He couldn't help but turn around again, his gaze piercing through the crowd, taking one last look at the outline of the city.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt a sense of oppression in the city. Perhaps it was the weather that made the city seem particularly gloomy, or perhaps it was the various events that had weighed on his mind.

No, my hometown is the best. It has blue skies, white clouds, happiness, companionship, family, and friends.

Looking back on this period of time, Warwick couldn't help but smile helplessly. He was just a nobody who had just arrived, yet he had unexpectedly been caught up in a storm that wasn't his business. Fortunately, he managed to extricate himself in time and didn't get too deeply involved.

He no longer hoped that person would help him solve the problem; for him, it would be a blessing if the other party would stop bothering him.

The name Hansen Adams echoed in his mind. He prayed silently that the man would survive the vortex of this conflict.

Warwick harbored a sliver of anticipation; he longed for the day he could face Hansen Adams again, a true duel, a contest that belonged only to the two of them.

"What are you thinking about, Warwick?"

"It's nothing, just some feelings."

.....

Harry dragged his heavy steps, following at the very back of the college procession.

He felt somewhat heavy-hearted because he could clearly sense that the teachers and students in the college were looking at him with strange eyes, seemingly keeping their distance from him intentionally or unintentionally.

He couldn't help but feel confused. Was it really worth treating a loss like this just because of a game?

He pondered to himself that, ultimately, it wasn't because he was too weak, but because his opponent was too strong. His choice wasn't wrong; he was just unlucky this time.

He clenched his fists and silently vowed that next time, he would win back those 15 pounds and prove his strength.

Harry felt his pockets; he was almost broke. He sighed, knowing that he would likely have to tighten his belt for the next few days. Cutting expenses became a reality he had to face.

As the events in Barton gradually subsided, the various colleges began to evacuate. They did not want to be involved in this conflict, which could involve complex factors. Whether it was a genuine accident or had other underlying reasons, this matter had no direct connection to them.

With bigwigs in Barton City handling this, why should anyone else bother getting involved?