Summoning Genius of Kizen - Chapter 31 The best way to make my talent bloom. The direction for utilizing my special Jet Black. Simon looked at the field of blue flowers covering his surroundings, pondering the topic Bahil had thrown at him. “Professor.” “Yes.” “Is there anything you can give me feedback on regarding the curse I just used?” “Oh-ho.” Bahil smiled. “It’s a good mindset to not get caught up in your achievements and to calmly reflect on yourself. Very good. If I had to say, your curse needs a bit more emotion.” “Ah, like when I give commands to undead?” For a moment. Was it a trick of the light that Bahil’s expression turned chillingly rigid? Simon blinked, wondering if he’d seen wrong, and Bahil’s gently smiling face reappeared. “Yes, it’s similar. Emotion is a very important element throughout all of dark magic.” Bahil lowered the hand he had placed on Simon’s shoulder. “Please, don’t forget what I just told you.” A snap of fingers was heard, and the boisterous chatter of the surrounding students became clear again. Bahil lightly patted Simon’s head and turned to walk elsewhere. “Professor Bahil!” Dick raised his hand high. Bahil stopped and asked, “What is it?” “C-Can you assist me too? Blooming the flowers isn’t easy…” “Hoping for luck and waiting to be spoon-fed is the mindset of a low-level amateur. Keep practicing repeatedly.” “Ah… Yes.” As Dick awkwardly lowered his hand, Mei-rin, sitting next to him, let out a ‘Pfft!’ of laughter. “……” Simon, who had been momentarily lost in thought, focused his eyes and brought his hands together. ‘Good. This time, by myself…!’ And so, before the class bell rang, Simon was able to perfectly master the ‘Curse of Transference’. *** The next class was Hongpeng’s Martial Arts. This class, as always, involved clinging to hippos and heading somewhere. Today, the place Hongpeng chose for the lesson was a bamboo forest clearing where a cool breeze blew. After warming up with their usual hard running, Hongpeng taught the students basic combat techniques like straight punches and kicks. Everyone spread out, maintaining ample distance, throwing Jet Black-infused punches or extending their legs. Teaching assistants moved around, correcting students’ postures or teaching them how to infuse Jet Black. And then. “Here!” Slap! Slap! “Put more power here!” Simon, also in a stance, had his face flushed crimson. Hongpeng was patting Simon’s thigh with her palm. “Arm position here! When you extend your leg, the opposite arm becomes the pivot! Core strength! Core strength!” “Yes, y-yes!” It was incredibly difficult for Simon. It was natural for a professor to touch a student’s body while instructing, but for a hot-blooded adolescent boy, having a beauty like Hongpeng so close was not easy to hide his feelings. “Simon! Are you not going to put power into your toes?” “I’m sorry!” Simon quickly corrected his posture, fearing another slap. Hongpeng nodded, crossing her arms, as if the posture was finally acceptable. “Good. Prepare to spin.” Simon’s legs moved. His left foot stepped forward. “Jet Black operation.” Jet Black moved to the center of his waist as he rotated his body. His heel naturally lifted, and his waist and body twisted into an ideal posture. Then, his bent right leg extended. Whoosh! His leg swept through the air. The Jet Black flowing from his foot left a long, black trajectory like paint. It was, truly, a picturesque kick. “Excellent!” Hongpeng clapped her hands and smiled brightly. Simon, sweating profusely, bowed his head in greeting. “You managed the spinning kick, but four basic postures were broken. Poor gaze, not using your hip strength properly, your heel needs to rotate more. And the timing of the Jet Black release during impact is too fast.” “…I’m sorry. I’ll pay more attention.” “Hmm! Still, Simon, you’re doing well enough. Practice more!” Hongpeng patted Simon’s shoulder and left to attend to other students. A short break was given. “Ugh.” Dick, sprawled on the grass, squinted his eyes. “Kami.” “Yes? Dick.” “Don’t you think the professors are favoring Simon a bit lately, both in Curse Studies and now?” Kamibarez, sitting demurely beside him, covered her mouth and chuckled. “Isn’t that not quite favoritism?” “Hmmph— Anyway, it’s a bit strange.” “Ugh, you loser.” With a click of her tongue, Mei-rin, dressed in her gym uniform, approached. Her sky-blue hair, usually gracefully flowing, was tied up tightly with a string today. “Are you even a Kizen student, acting like that? Instead of pathetically envying others, try to get into the professors’ good graces yourself.” Dick chuckled. “What jealousy? I’m just raising a question. And aren’t you in no position to say that? Student Mei-rin, who boldly dispelled a curse and climbed the hill during Martial Arts class.” Mei-rin’s face flushed hot. “Ah! Stop bringing that up already!” “No way~ I’m going to milk it dry~ And did you even talk to Professor Hongpeng once this class? I bet you’re on her bad side.” “Before that, watch out your own head doesn’t get smacked.” Mei-rin raised her foot threateningly, and Dick burst into laughter, rolling away across the grass. “Honestly.” She sighed deeply and sharply turned her head to look at Simon. “Hey.” “What?” “Teach me a bit.” Simon looked at her as if to say, ‘What are you talking about now?’ Mei-rin blushed and cleared her throat awkwardly. “You’re good at Martial Arts. Since Professor Hongpeng isn’t coming over, I’m asking you to check my posture.” So that’s what she meant. Simon just smiled without answering, and a flustered Mei-rin quickly added. “Y-You know I’m facing the Cyclops for the practical evaluation, right? If you cooperate, my movements will improve, and then our practical evaluation score will…” “You don’t have to say all that, I’ll just teach you, don’t worry.” Simon stood in front of her with a kind smile. “Take your stance.” “……” Mei-rin cleared her throat again, looking embarrassed, then mumbled a faint ‘Thank you’ that no one could hear. Soon, she awkwardly took a kicking stance. Simon squatted down and scanned her body up and down. “It’s a mess.” “I-I know!” Mei-rin shrieked. Simon extended his finger. “First, you’re too stiff. Your lack of confidence is obvious just from your posture. Relax your body a bit, and try to take the stance as naturally as possible.” She nodded and stood comfortably. The stiff feeling had lessened a bit. “Place your left foot a little further back, and lightly clench both fists forward… No, that’s your right foot. The foot opposite your eating hand is your left foot.” “I-I know, you idiot! I just got confused because I was nervous!” She retorted stubbornly but quickly changed her stance. “Gather Jet Black in your waist and wait. Yes, that’s right. And put power into the balls of your feet, then spin.” “Like this?” “No, no. Don’t spin like a top. You need to twist with your hip strength. And when you spin, the Jet Black should be behind your thigh…” “Here?” She pointed to her leg with her hand, and Simon shook his head. “A little higher.” “Here?” “No, you went too far. A little lower.” “This is right, isn’t it?” “That’s just your knee.” “Ugh, damn it! It’s not my bare leg, it’s my gym uniform! Just touch it!” She yelled in exasperation. But her outburst was too loud. Touch— Touch— Touch— Mei-rin’s voice echoed through the mountains. “……” “……” Antennas went up everywhere. The female students, obsessed with romance, began to murmur. Even Kamibarez was seen covering her mouth demurely. Mei-rin’s face turned crimson, and she wildly waved her arms. “No, no! That’s not what I meant! I meant to correct my posture! My posture!” But the truth no longer mattered. Mei-rin looked blankly as rumors quickly spread, centered around the female students. Then she frantically turned to Simon. “W-What are you going to do? Say something!” “I don’t know either. More importantly, you told me to touch it, so I will.” Simon strode forward and precisely placed his hand on Mei-rin’s gym uniform. “Gather the Jet Black here.” And he grabbed her ankle. “And move it this way as you turn your body.” ‘You crazy bastard!’ Is this the time for this?! Her face was crimson to its limit, and her lips trembled, but Simon spoke in a low voice. “Just do as I say.” “Huh? W-What?” “Getting excited and flailing around will be counterproductive. You have to show them directly that it’s a misunderstanding for it to clear up.” Simon, with an unconcerned expression, stood up and corrected her posture by holding her arm and shoulder. Mei-rin nodded in a daze and corrected her stance. The students who had come to watch, having heard the rumors, saw the scene. “He really was just correcting her posture.” “Mei-rin is a bit eccentric, you know.” “Simon is so kind~” Finally, Mei-rin, whose posture had been corrected, turned her body and kicked her leg high into the air. Her powerful leg floated up but then lost balance, and she landed on her backside in the grass. Hahaha! Loud laughter erupted from the surrounding onlookers. Simon also chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. “You have a long way to go, but you did well.” “…Ah, yeah.” Just then, female students watching nearby approached Simon. They asked him to teach them kicks too. Simon smiled kindly and corrected their postures. ‘…What on earth is he?’ Mei-rin bit her lip slightly. Time passed, and Martial Arts class ended. For the exhausted students sprawled out, Kizen had once again prepared a teleportation magic circle. “Mei-rin! I heard the rumors!” Dick appeared, chuckling with his hands behind his head. Mei-rin, who had been talking with Kamibarez, glared at Dick. “Hey, stop it. Seriously.” “No, I’m talking about my friend. If a conversation like ‘touch’ and ‘posture’ happened between a boy and a girl, what kind of…” “I said stop it!!” Mei-rin pulled her bag from her subspace and began hitting Dick. Dick, trying to escape, tumbled onto the grass and screamed, while Simon and Kamibarez laughed aloud. “Aargh! Aargh! Don’t just watch, stop her!” “Let’s go, Kami.” “Yes!” The two ignored Dick and quickly went to queue for the teleportation magic circle. “By the way, Kami, do you remember what our next class is?” “Ah! I remember. It’s Summoning Studies.” Upon hearing that, Simon’s lips curved into a smile. ‘Finally!’
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