FVN Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Chapter 14The next morning, Simons new day at Kizen had begun.
They had three classes scheduled for today.
Professor Eric Aura, who was in charge of the first class, Mechanics of Jet-Black, was a middle-aged man.
A neat beard, ideally positioned wrinkles, a dignified look that went well with a suit, and a laid-back attitude that came with age. Everyone liked him.
Jet-black is fundamental for Necromancers. Its importance cannot be overemphasized.
Eric skillfully led the students.
Easy to understand explanations and catchy interpretations. Although he had no flashy technique like Bahil of Curses, the class itself was neat and simple.
Everyone in Class A was engrossed in Erics lecture in no time.
How jet-black created the miracle known as dark magic.
The flow of jet-black.
Understanding of the runes.
And the working principle of the magic circle.
The origin of the rune can be found in the Eternally Burning Torch in the Temple of Dell.
Eric did more than just explain the theory.
People never questioned why the torch never extinguished. They considered the act of doubting Gods miracles blasphemous.
At times, he even used history to explain the runes.
Eventually, they noticed that the ashes that had fallen from the torch took the form of some kind of letter. And they were shocked at the truth that nothing but letters were performing a miracle like the burning torch. This is the origin of the rune.
Eric drew the ancient runes on the blackboard and explained how the mages and necromancers re
Hong Feng Tun Sokum Marerat.
She was a legend in the world of necromancy who achieved a dramatic victory by breaking 100 necks in five days fighting alone against the super-larged undead monster Kundar Hydra that devastated four territories.
After that battle, Hong Feng was scouted by Kizen and taught Combat Magic to this day.
She was a freak, but her skills were unquestionable, so her eccentricity was overlooked by the school.
Flap!
Forest birds flew and sat on her outstretched finger.
Then, everyone, please stand up.
She used a slurred pronunciation that seemed slightly out of line with the official language.
Please gather up in four columns.
?
When the students were spacing out from not being able to understand her, Hong Fengs assistants approached them and spoke like they were used to this situation.
Please gather up in four columns.
Quickly.
The students lined up with puzzled looks on their faces. Hong Feng was at the front, and the assistant teachers were at the left and right of the students lines.
Then, well depart now.
I mean, when are we gonna begin the class then?
As soon as Simon thought that, Hong Feng started running forward. An unexpected running session started as the students in front also ran after her in a hurry.
A healthy mind dwells in a healthy body! The basics of combat magic requires strong physical strength!
Her tone was slurred like she had just learned the continental language, but what she was trying to say was pretty clear.
As she increased her speed, the leading students also struggled to increase their speeds.
And Simon, who was running in the third row, looked at her body in admiration.
Thats amazing.
Ive never seen anyone run like that.
The angle of the feet, the movement of the muscles, and the shaking of the shoulders and upper body while running. It was like a perfect, goosebump-inducing painting.
She ran with the same arms and legs, but why did she feel like an alien from another dimension? It was so ideal that a sense of difference was felt.
Huff! Huff!
Huuuuuh! Huuuh!
While everyone was running frantically, Hong Feng started her lecture while slightly slowing down the running pace.
The fundamentals, mindset, and significance of combat magic.
To sum it up, Combat Magic was a class to learn combat techniques by wrapping your body with jet-black to strengthen it to the extreme and then using it to fight.
If you reached a certain level of combat magic, you could wear a black robe in which silk-like jet-black oozed out of your body to form a garment. It was like a symbol of battle among necromancers.
It was a dream of many male students to use this skill, and there were many cases where they chose to major in Combat Magic for the sake of the black robe.
There are a lot of trees. Be careful!
The run continued over the thicket and dense forest terrain. As the 4 lines collapsed, everyone began to follow Hong Feng in their own way, avoiding the trees.
While most of them rushed through the bushes, a few students even climbed up and jumped on through tree branches.
All of those were aspirants of combat magic. They were showing off their forte as if waiting for it.
One of the assistants jumped up to the tree and gave them a thumbs up. The faces of the aspirants brightened up.
Whew! I envy those combat guys.
Grumbled Rick as he was hit in the face by a branch of a tree.
Hmm.
Simon was observing them carefully.
He could feel himself getting interested in a dark magic specializing in combat that uses the body.
Uhugh! Huuff! Hey Simon! You doing fine?
Asked Rick, face red. Simon blinked and answered,
Hm? Ah, Im fine.
Hufff! Huugh! What kind of physical strength do you! Cough cough!
Doesnt everyone do this much running?
It was Simon who ran around all over the rugged southern mountains of Les Hill like it was a neighborhood trail.
While sweat beads appeared on the assistants foreheads, Simons expression was as comfortable as ever.
This class is fun too!
While Simon was enjoying being in his element, Hong Feng watched him, her eyes shining.