Chapter 675 – A Child with Poor Grades Always Gets Hit
Moonlight, like water, poured onto the wooden floor of the corridor. Touma Shin’ichi stood before the glass-walled room of the corridor, his fingers incessantly rubbing the tightly shut latch.
The blond young boy gazed at the back of the black-haired girl before him, his light azure eyes gradually filling with immense confusion—in an instant, pity, unwillingness, heartache, and a sense of inexplicable anxiety. “Kazumi, that…”
“Good night!” Her voice was a little deeper than usual, her tone trembling slightly.
The young boy knew he had said enough for today, but as Kazumi’s boyfriend, Touma Shin’ichi felt that no matter how much he tried to comfort the girl, it would never be enough.
Touma Shin’ichi had also been following Kazumi’s study and mastery of abilities these past few days. Although he hadn’t entered the study room with her to learn related knowledge, he was still aware of Kazumi’s overall learning situation. Whether it was talent or the mastery of abilities, she had been stagnant, to the point that even the Japanese cadres responsible for teaching her had offered their advice.
Touma Shin’ichi really wanted to offer his own advice regarding her abilities, it wouldn’t even be a problem to reveal some of his hidden abilities. He just didn’t want to see the disappointed expression his girlfriend showed due to her inability to control her abilities, that kind of forbearance and the seemingly calm and indifferent appearance as always. But as familiar as he was with the girl, he could still sense the fluctuations hidden deep within her heart.
The ability Kazumi controlled ultimately originated from the “Seed of Fire” of the red pill in her chest. Abilities of the same type were already difficult to resonate with, let alone the special ability of the Japanese cadre Red Pill, which was unique enough to be suitable for ordinary people.
As Touma the elder had said, it was indeed the best choice for Red Pill to stay here and study. This was why Touma Shin’ichi could feel that emotion now, his concern for the girl, yet also a sense of powerlessness where he could do nothing.
The young boy disliked this feeling very much. He had already said too many comforting words, even clumsily telling some unfunny jokes, but Touma Shin’ichi couldn’t find any new words. A shout from behind made the girl turn around. Moonlight outlined her clear silhouette. The corners of her indifferent eyes curved into a slight arc. In the young boy’s eyes, her smile was still like the cherry blossoms on the branches in early spring, about to bloom but not yet fully bloomed, carrying a touch of pure fragility.
“It’s okay, I know.” Her voice was very soft, yet as crisp as wind chimes. It was as if she hadn’t spent days studying at night without any progress, her eyes only holding helplessness and joy towards the young boy.
“Kazumi!” Touma Shin’ichi looked at the girl’s profile under the moonlight, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. This contrasted was the reason the young boy liked her. This girl, who always appeared indifferent, gave a sense of calmness, completely unbefitting her age. It made one strongly desire to glimpse the heart behind her back, yet she was also so soft that one couldn’t help but want to embrace her and protect her.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry?” Kazumi couldn’t help but take a step forward at her boyfriend’s reaction. Touma Shin’ichi, however, leaned his face forward slightly and forcibly ruffled her hair, finally smoothing out the brows that were furrowed in distress.
“No, no, I just feel…” Kazumi sighed, her words startling Touma Shin’ichi. He rubbed his cheeks hard. For a boy of his age, he was still reluctant to show such a dejected appearance in front of others, even if he himself felt that way.
“You feel what? That not being able to control my abilities is such a tragic thing isn’t it? What exactly are you thinking about all day? Am I that fragile?” Kazumi glanced at her boyfriend in front of her. Kazumi showed a helpless expression. How could the girl not know what her boyfriend was thinking at the moment?
She could only say that he was indeed worthy of being a “little brat” of this age, worrying about such a small matter and acting as if it were a world-ending event that prevented him from smoothly achieving his original goal. Or perhaps, this was the common problem of these detestable second-generation rich kids. Because their lives had been too smooth in the past, even a small setback or failure would make them uneasy, and mixed with his concern for her, it turned him into a nagging old woman.
“Stop joking. Failure is too common for Kazumi. If she were to be unhappy over such a small matter, she might have already collapsed in her previous life and reached this world. Perhaps this is still a good thing? (Pouted) Besides, from another perspective, Kazumi doesn’t consider herself a failure.”
“No, I’m just worried that you’re unhappy because of your current situation. I originally wanted to…”
A question arose in his heart. Listening to his girlfriend’s half-joking question, Touma Shin’ichi pursed his lips and waved his hand in negation. He opened his mouth to explain something, but was interrupted by the black-haired girl in front of him.
“Alright, I know, stop nagging, my dear Touma-ojisan.” Kazumi quickly stood up to interrupt the leaning face in front of her. She wanted to comfort the young boy who was trying to comfort her, again and again. She was indeed very touched by the boy’s eager concern and comfort for her, but she couldn’t stand him constantly chattering in her ear. Kazumi felt like her ears were about to grow calluses.
“Sigh, do you really want to become an ignorant hero? It’s already too late to say that the current situation is the best outcome, Shin’ichi.” She sighed softly, looking at the boy in front of her with a dejected face, like a pitiful puppy abandoned by humans. A trace of pity flashed in Kazumi’s eyes. She reached out and clasped his rough palm, saying, “I know what you mean by bringing me here. I can feel your intentions and concern here, but abilities are not something we can control with our own hands, aren’t they? Besides, wasn’t your original goal to cheer me up? We’ve already achieved our goal. It’s not that important how much I can feel or what kind of talent I have. Accepting all imperfect things is also a very important lesson in life.”
“Or are you just not willing to put in the effort yourself and want me to become a hero to support you, huh?” Touma Shin’ichi smiled and looked at the young boy in front of him, continuing to speak.
Touma Shin’ichi’s eyes widened abruptly. Such words, to any machismo boy, should have made his blond hair almost stand on end! He waved his hands in confusion, his face instantly turning red. However, this little farce had already relaxed his tightly drawn brows, like a clear sky after clouds disperse. He grinned and revealed his signature brilliant smile, his small canine tooth flashing under the moonlight. His left hand unconsciously scratched the back of his head, his blond hair tousled, making him look exceptionally lively.
“Mhm, mhm, then it’s fine.”
“Good night!” Seeing the young boy return to his usual self, Kazumi’s smile deepened. With a final comforting gesture on his hand, she patted him a few times, then pulled away, waved, and turned to walk towards her room.
“Mhm, mhm, okay!” Only Touma Shin’ichi was left there, bent over, watching the girl’s receding figure, a blond young boy scratching his head with a thoughtful expression.
Kazumi gently closed the door, the wooden sliding door emitting a faint “click.” Moonlight streamed through the paper window, casting geometric patterns of the window lattice on the tatami mat. Her footsteps paused at the entrance. The pure black diary lay quietly at the boundary of the moonlight’s shadow. The neat handwriting was still clearly legible in the dim light. The dark-haired girl’s eyes curved into a crescent moon, with a hint of clear amusement. Her amusement gradually transformed into a faint smile. A hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. She ran her fingers through her short hair, strands of moonlight dancing on her cheeks, shifting like light spots.
“Then, the right hand slowly straightened. She indifferently brushed aside a trace of invisible green light flickering between the girl’s fingers. The skin of her fingers churned, as if something had transferred from within to her fingertips before being expelled from her body.”
“After completing all this, Kazumi simply snorted, then walked into the washroom without looking back.”
“The light from the window lattice also followed her steps, leaving shadows in the room.”
In the “Black Hat” space domain, above the training ground where the Death Scourge Squad of the Underworld City was stationed, a complete formation of skeletal knights stood in a neat phalanx. Pale blue ghost flames leaped in their hollow eyes. They were clad in dark iron armor, holding menacing long spears, standing like a forest in the dead silence. Melosarian stood at the forefront of the formation, looking at the training ground surrounded by the army, his expressionless gaze fixed on the large areas of grayish-white ground that had been deliberately cleared. The giant ruler in his hand was inserted into the soft humus, and bloodthirsty light surged from the bone patterns on his dark body.
Melosarian watched as a huge pale green gate of light slowly opened in space. Tiny black dots fell from it. As they fell, the black dots continued to expand, finally transforming into an unusually ferocious underworld ghoul, opening its bloody maw, revealing sharp fangs, and devouring the souls surging from the rift.
At this moment, Kuro was still confused. He didn’t know why his master had suddenly stood up, looking curiously at the familiar creatures around him. Long and distant sounds echoed from the sky.
“Melosarian, as long as you don’t die, beat him to death!”
“Yes, my Lord.” Receiving the command, the undead general drew his giant blade from the humus and slung it over his shoulder. With a bloodthirsty smile, he responded to his master’s order and slowly approached the skinny ghoul in front of him. Only Kuro, surrounded by shadows, and the black lotus emitting a faint light on the ghoul’s slender neck, remained…
