Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"You're my swordsmanship instructor? You look so weak."

Qin had thought about what her students would be like—beautiful or ugly, it didn't matter. Besides, according to his father, his son was supposed to be a swordsmanship prodigy…

But the chubby, dark-skinned boy in front of me still had a bit of a livid eye.

There's an old saying that goes, "You can't judge a book by its cover," or "You can't measure the sea with a bushel." I don't know which country I heard it from, but that's the gist of it. What if—and I mean what if—this person really is a genius?

After all, there are agile fat people in the world, aren't there?

Judging from his appearance, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from his heavy sword. Qin calmed herself down.

Although Qin really wanted to complain that the student in front of him would have a brighter future practicing sumo, he didn't say those harsh words out loud.

Ultimately, he doesn't like to talk, and if he could, he would prefer to stay silent.

As for being looked down upon...

Yes, there are many people who look down on him because of his ragged appearance and his terrible magical affinity. In many parts of this world, he is often met with coldness and even harsh words.

But as long as she doesn't cause trouble, Qin usually pretends not to see it.

In fact, Qin had no basic concept of these satirical remarks.

His emotional module was damaged due to human experimentation during his childhood, causing him to lose basic human emotions.

Normal people feel happy and sad, and they immediately feel it. That feeling makes the brain immediately react to what state they are in, whether they feel happy or sad. This has nothing to do with memory.

But Qin is different. He can also feel things, but he has to remember and experience what feeling is similar to which feeling in his mind, and then carefully think about what emotion this feeling should belong to through recollection.

They look similar, but are fundamentally different.

If we had to use a real-world example to illustrate this, Qin's state is like that of a person with an exceptional memory but no sense of direction... While others rely on feeling or reflexes to walk, he relies entirely on memory and summarization.

However, no matter how many cold looks he received, Qin seemed to subconsciously not take it to heart, so he couldn't form a fixed memory module. Therefore, he had to memorize it and try to understand it each time.

"Only by defeating me can you be qualified to be my teacher!" The little boy drew his wooden sword and charged forward like a valiant knight.

Oh, so you're going to charge?

"Remember my name, Campbell, my name is destined to be recorded in the history of Roberta!" Campbell brandished his wooden sword with great enthusiasm. Although he was not even half the size of the lyre, he had an unwavering determination to win.

But this was destined to be a failure. Determination is worthless in the face of strength, and the scenario of defeating the boss by shouting about friendship, bonds, and full buffs only exists in fairy tales.

Kid, welcome to the real world.

Before Qin could even draw her sword, she instinctively kicked out, sending Campbell flying several meters like a meat bomb.

Qin swore he had held back, and not just a little. If he had been more careless, Campbell could have broken through the wall behind him, flown backward onto the street to enjoy the stunning snow-covered scenery, and probably even counted how many ribs he had broken.

Qin couldn't understand why there were so many people in this world who would be like moths drawn to a flame.

What gave him such confident courage, enabling him to charge fearlessly into battle against ferocious enemies? This wasn't mockery; he simply didn't understand and wanted to figure it out, which was part of his ongoing learning process.

Regardless of the reason for this problem, Qin genuinely envies Campbell's parents for providing him with such a confident living environment.

But if... this confidence doesn't turn into arrogance...

"I refuse to accept this! Come on! You must have used some despicable means!" Campbell continued his charge.

It seems he never understood his own shortcomings.

But seeing his fearless attitude, I'd better let him have his way. It would be a fool of me to argue with a child.

As a first-time teacher, Qin had absolutely no idea how to educate students, especially since her first student was such a stubborn holdout.

He struggled to control his body, constantly withdrawing his strength, only using his hands to block Campbell's sword strikes.

But Qin couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion: Have you eaten?

After a few sword strikes, Campbell stared at Qin in disbelief.

What are you surprised about?

Don't you know whether you've eaten or not?

Campbell swung his sword several times, but seemed to be tired, and his chubby body began to pant heavily.

Then, under Qin's slightly puzzled gaze, she burst into tears...

Tsk—why are you crying? Human babies are so annoying, so hard to understand.

Kemper's cries attracted his parents.

Seeing his beloved son wailing on the ground while Qin stood by indifferently, the man finally couldn't take it anymore: "What have you done?"

"He took a few sword blows from him, and then he cried," Qin said helplessly.

I didn't activate my shield counter. If I let my body reflexes run wild, I swear, this house will collapse.

The one who was beaten didn't cry, but the one who beat up cried...

"Couldn't you have given him a break, given him some confidence? You should have pretended to be injured right now!" the man said coldly. "He's just a child!"

Let...let...him?

Wasn't my concession obvious enough? Write it down, just in case it comes on the test later.

Then the man's gaze toward the piano grew colder and colder.

"Oh—I remember now, you're that workaholic who's been getting all the commission lately! That idiot! No wonder you don't know the rules, you've been fired," the male homeowner continued coldly.

Hmm... I just missed out on a silver coin. Should I be sad about this?

Should I shed a few tears? But I don't feel anything... Shouldn't I be sad right now?

After that, Qin's first experience as a teacher ended abruptly after only half an hour.

As they were being evicted from the house, they could still vaguely hear the male head of the household trying to comfort the crying child on the ground: "Don't cry, don't cry. This person has taken the witch's potion. If you take the witch's potion, defeating him will be a piece of cake."

"Really...really?"

"When has your father ever lied to you?"

"Yeah, I knew it. I'd never lost before, and nobody could beat me. Turns out he cheated."

I hope my child can still live in a fairy tale when they grow up.

However, for now, it has nothing to do with the zither. He looked at his next request... storytelling? Sure enough, I can see all sorts of strange and unusual requests here.

The client is Victoria.