Blade and Poetry

My first reaction was to recede into the deep space behind me, but I immediately remembered that I was in the magic circle, and I didn't need to worry about whether he would see me, so I couldn't help laughing, with my fingers on my lips, happily thinking about what to say to him Blow the whistle.

But the sound of the whistle was intercepted by Karajan's gaze—I was still hanging in the air, and somehow felt that he was looking at me, piercing through the barrier of hidden magic and the shadow cast by the wall, looking directly at my face eyes, and come to me.

I really had a premonition that he was going to call my name immediately, so I couldn't help but rushed out of the formation to hold him down, and made a silent gesture to him in the bright place.I pointed to the top of the stairs, and then pointed to the position I stepped into just now, hoping that he could understand my unspeakable situation through this obscure hint.

He didn't know what he thought of, nodded slightly, and actually staggered away from me, stepping into the gap before me.

I was stunned at that moment, wishing I could beat my chest on the spot, and wondered if Karajan was trying to play a prank, but there was an untimely sound of footsteps in the distance, and I had to scramble back to the old place I was before.This time, there are more people added, and the cracks where I could turn around at will have become extremely crowded.I turned around with difficulty and made an indescribable statement to Karajan, and then looked straight ahead—the maker of those footsteps was a student. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked towards the building we were in.

At one point his shoulder almost brushed against the tip of my nose, so close that I leaned back holding my breath, watching his every move with suspicion.

He didn't see me.He found nothing out of the ordinary.

I struggled to see Karajan behind me.In order not to be caught by Coleman upstairs, he had to slowly mouth-type to him: "I have a concealment circle here. How did you find me?"

He looked slightly surprised, as if he was thinking, and then quickly wrote something on the palm of his hand.Before I could see clearly, a fiery red nymph landed in front of me:

"I guess this formation is ineffective in front of observers with deeper magic power."

I didn't have to look up to guess the rather comfortable smile on his face, and immediately felt very annoyed, and gathered a butterfly book and quickly wrote: "I never knew—although there is a reason for it, Aude has hurt me a lot -"

My hand stopped writing.I think of the big competition that Odd and I yelled and watched in the tree in the third grade, and the competition reward that Karajan suddenly proposed at that time, and Karajan passed under the tree.At that time, he was surrounded by a group of noisy students, talking as if they were extremely careless.

——"As a reward for what?"

- "Destroying the environment."

I suddenly felt that there was too much sunlight outside, maybe it was about to go around the wall, and even gave me the illusion that my face was burning hot.

The butterfly book that had been gathered originally spread its wings without me paying attention, and dispersed by itself.

No response was received, and his butterfly landed on my hand again: "What are you doing here?"

I vaguely explained the ins and outs of the quarrel, concealed Lando Coleman's name, and only said that I was waiting for my friends to reconcile.

"Then I will wait for the result with you, there is nothing to do at present." His handwriting said. "And the weather is very nice today."

This wasn't the only time we've had an after-class meeting lately, in fact I'd practiced knives with him in the evenings for the previous few weeks.He checked the results of my vacation training at the beginning and decided to focus more on my technical training.He just told me that he will show more skills in the demonstration", but he didn't point them out one by one. I can only feel that his trade-offs in the fighting process are very different from before, as if he completely gave up his strength I just use a few tricky parries to reverse the situation lightly. And every time I am knocked down by him several times with this technique, I will present him a small white book the next day, which records with my thoughts on his tricks the day before.

At this time, I was staring at his new butterfly, "Why don't you just write to me what you learned from the practice the day before yesterday?"

At this time, it would be too difficult to deliberately glance at his expression.I just gritted my teeth and really started to write, "The tilt of the elbow joint..."

The size of the butterfly book cannot fill too many words.My wandering leisurely attitude gradually turned into awe-inspiring in the process of writing. I tried to refine the content as much as possible, and passed the main points to him. However, I haven’t received his evaluation for a long time, and my heart has grown a lot. Feeling uneasy——I thought he was replying carefully, but I straightened my back.Suddenly there was some rustling movement behind me, I turned my head to look out of the corner of my eye, and found that Karajan was shaking his head, smiling happily, and my butterfly was still spread out on his hand.

The butterfly he had just released happened to crash into my hand at this very moment.I opened it to look, and found that there was only a short line of words on it. Compared with the expression of the writer, it was extremely dignified and serious: "Very serious. Very good."

I pinch the only comment and bring it to my eyes, realizing that what he said earlier wasn't a request - it was probably just a joke.

He met my eyes, was stunned for a moment, then simply stopped trying to hide it, supported my shoulder and began to laugh softly.

"It's not all a joke." He hastily added another sentence. "The butterfly book is time-sensitive, and I will write you a paper evaluation when I go back."

I stared at him who was laughing, and then realized that I was also laughing, as if many complicated feelings had already passed away at a faster speed before they had time to gather together.The wind was blowing towards us very gently. I turned my stiff neck back and looked up to find the direction from which the sun and wind came.

I think what he said is right, the weather is very good today, my whole heart melts in the summer wind.

Taking advantage of a lot of free time, Dieshu came and went faithfully within the short distance between us.We chatted about the control of Soul Saber and the application method I developed, "This can only be imagined by you, everyone's Soul Saber is unique", he always said so; talking about those small and big exams, Busy at the beginning of the school year; chatting about vacations and Yuzhen.

"Tired after it's over? Someone mentioned you slept for three days," he wrote.

"It's only sixteen hours—the group of people who slept for fifteen hours exaggerated." I guessed his expression at this time, and thought of the night when everyone was finally able to let go of their exhaustion, "After all, they are protecting us. There is nothing we can do about it, every novice has tried his best.”

On the night when the Battle of Feather ended, the headmaster came to the banquet hall to give a concluding speech, which was completely beyond most people's expectations.Before the banquet, she emphasized the evil of war, and mentioned the importance of overcoming difficulties together, which made our chests burn a little bit after we just won, and vaguely approached some heavy connotations.I think she seems to have something to say, but Odd said that he didn't catch it, and just expressed some opinions on the fact that the principal came to Yuzhen in person.

"If this is not a small-scale battle, but a wider, more intense, and more far-reaching impact, will you still have the same courage and strategy to deal with it?"——This is the last word in the principal's speech question.

"If I had not been the supervision teacher of Hoftas at that time, but had stood on the side of Bowei or Huaisang, would you have tried your best to deal with me?"——This is what Karajan gave me now question.

I couldn't answer the first question at the time; the life-and-death battle involving tens of thousands of people is difficult to be measured by people like me who have been immersed in peace for too long with their inherent concepts.But the second question is much easier for me.In my eyes, it is more like a challenge thrown, even if it is just a bait that hangs slowly from mid-air, a weekend of leisure, it is totally worth a try.

"Of course." I wrote on the Butterfly Book, "Do my best—and even more when facing you, just in case it's not enough."

I heard him chuckle slightly when he received my reply, and seemed to mutter something like "my student", but I couldn't hear it clearly even when I was standing so close.Because the voices from upstairs finally sounded—Landuo seemed to have opened the door and was talking to Coleman, which vaguely sounded like a question.

I couldn't help tensing my body and looked upstairs.

I seem to be very familiar with Coleman's voice at this time.There is an unshakable determination and loyalty, which is similar to the tone when he swore an oath to the knife, and it is clearly discernible across two floors.

"I love you very much, Lando." He said, "In the sense of love. In various senses."

My breathing tightened suddenly.I can't imagine a similar, longer silence than this moment.Then I heard a swallowed whimper, mixed with a muffled sob that was desperately suppressed.

Lan Duo's voice burst out from the sobs, high-pitched.

"Anyway I—I don't love you!" she cried.

Maybe she wanted to sound more like a reprimand.But her words were too crying, and it didn't sound credible at all.

There was the sound of multiple doors being opened at the same time from upstairs and downstairs, and then they were also slammed shut at the same time.After a while, the last door was finally closed.

I couldn't help sighing, and decided to wait a little longer, so I sent Coleman a butterfly letter.But the reply came quickly, and brought good news that was unexpected.

"The problem has been solved. Lan Duo didn't sleep well yesterday, and now she has fallen asleep. I'm coming out of her house, and I'm going to buy her a milk cake from Room 22 in the West Court."

It seems that when Lando finally closed the door, he had already returned to her home with her.

There was the sound of the door being gently opened and closed upstairs, and someone's footsteps came straight down, and fell back to the original place with my hanging heart.I made a new butterfly letter and wrote to Karajan in a happy mood:

"I just received the news. It's a successful conclusion, and now I can save a few trips."

"Your busyness is not over." Karajan's butterfly book said, "My end-of-year assignments for you this school year will give full play to their effects."

I felt a little amused, and immediately picked up on the wording, "This school year?"

"This school year," he replied.

I read and re-read this short sentence.The butterflies flying behind dispersed, and the butterfly that should be mine appeared on my hand.Its translucent white wings were red, as if waiting for someone to write, but I suddenly forgot what to write.

Karajan's head gently crossed my shoulders, and the palm holding the butterfly stretched out in front of me.His fiery red butterfly and the one in my hand are together, very close to me, and the wings are also empty.Yes, very close - I can see everything clearly.

"I can't renew the contract." He moved his other hand around and wrote it to me word by word, "I'm leaving by this time next year, Vicente."

"Too bad," I wrote slowly, "I will miss you so much."

Right in front of my eyes, in a place where the afternoon sun was still full, Coleman was walking by, with little vigil fatigue visible on his face, walking fast, without a knife on his back.

I raised my head, thinking slightly dizzily——

Ah, a happy man has just passed in front of me.