The Legendary Hero is an Academy Honor Student

Chen Xia looked up at Arron, who was smiling as he stroked her head, and answered with her cheeks slightly puffed out.

“I’m actually older than Leo-nim, you know?”

“Oh, really?”

Arron looked a bit flustered.

Chen Xia, still pouting, stood up.

“But thanks to Instructor Arkan’s advice, I’ve been able to think about things differently.”

Chen Xia lowered her head slightly.

“Instructor Arkan-nim, you shouldn’t blame yourself too much either. I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want that.”

“You’re right.”

“Even if you had given up back then… I’m sure another chance will come.”

“Another…?”

“Yes. Leo-nim taught me that. He said not to just despair and hang your head when you’re in the dark.”

Chen Xia smiled brightly.

“If you lift your head, move forward, and reach out your hand… he said the light will surely be waiting.”

“……That sounds like Leo.”

“Right? Honestly, what does he think of me? Treating me like a kid.”

“What did Leo say?”

“You know, that stuff about ‘dreaming like a kid should’? Seriously. And he’s two years younger than me.”

Arron laughed at Chen Xia’s words.

“That’s good advice.”

===

“So, how are the kids doing?”

Torua, sitting in the instructors’ lounge and reading a Magic book, asked.

“Perfect.”

Jamua smiled with satisfaction.

“No matter which school they’re from, they’re following my systematic training perfectly.”

“Systematic, my foot. You just beat them up with punches and kicks. So uncivilized.”

At Torua’s pointed remark, Jamua replied.

“Punches and kicks take more finesse than you think. It’s the same principle as hammering when making an Artifact—it's a skill in itself.”

“As expected of Li Jamua. Truly worthy of being Lumene’s greatest man until last year.”

Dero, the former student council president of Azonia, crossed his arms and nodded, but Torua shook her head.

“What are you talking about? Until last year, the greatest man in Lumene was Rhys.”

“No, Rhys’s manliness was third.”

“Then who was second?”

“You.”

“I’m a woman, you beast.”

“Heh, you should be proud! Torua Yan! You’re more manly than most men!”

Watching Dero speak while even giving a thumbs-up, Torua seriously considered which Magic to use to roast him.

He probably thought he was complimenting her, but from Torua’s perspective, it was anything but.

While Torua was contemplating, Jamua spoke up.

“Speaking of which, Torua, are you training the hubaes well?”

“Of course. I’m letting the kids who are weak against Magic experience various types of Magic.”

“You’re not just using them for Magic experiments, are you?”

“Heh. Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”

The students Torua was in charge of were mainly those with poor Magic resistance.

“I’ve been researching a Magic that uses the nervous system to induce a curse effect lately, and they’re perfect test subjects.”

“As expected of Lumene’s madwoman.”

“Why am I a madwoman?”

Torua bristled at Vanir’s words.

“Don’t you know? When it comes to Magic, you often do things that are a bit unhinged. What was it recently? You said you wanted to dissect Leo Plov and Lunia El Lunda?”

“Everything is for the sake of Magic. And if I stitch them back up neatly, there’s no problem, right?”

“That’s exactly why we call you a madwoman.”

“Hmph. And you’re the one tormenting kids by throwing them off cliffs and such, aren’t you? You crazy rabbit.”

Torua and Vanir glared at each other, growling.

Watching them, Jamua muttered.

“They’re still the same.”

“Back in school, Vanir was even more competitive with Torua than with Rhys.”

Just as Jamua and Dero were shaking their heads.

“Hmm, a lack of love, I see.”

Ulta, who had been observing the situation, spread his arms.

Looking at Ulta, Jamua said.

“Ulta, you only have two students under you, right? I heard it’s not going well?”

“I am spreading love. Love is inherently difficult to comprehend.”

“……Uh, right.”

Just as Jamua, deciding the conversation was going nowhere, shook his head.

Riennia, the former student council president of Seiren, who had been watching the situation, spoke up.

“Aren’t you all being too lax with your instructor duties? Just having fun for yourselves. Or fulfilling your own selfish desires.”

“Says you?”

“The one running weird hellish instructor training.”

“You’re the one enjoying tormenting hubaes. You sadist.”

As protests erupted from all sides, Riennia puffed out her cheeks.

“It’s fun when the kids scream.”

“……No matter how I think about it, Seiren seems the most abnormal among the Hero Academies.”

“Right, they act the most prim and proper, but they’ve gathered the weirdest bunch.”

“I heard the candidate for next student council president, that Lunia girl, is a total thug?”

The graduates whispered among themselves, but Riennia didn’t bat an eye.

Just then, the door opened and a young man with black hair entered.

“Rhys, how are the first-years?”

“They all listen well. This generation of first-years seems especially good-natured. They get along well with each other too.”

At Rhys’s words, Vanir spoke up.

“They get along well even though they’re from different schools?”

“This year’s first-years interact frequently with students from other schools and become close quickly, don’t they?”

“Oh? They’re quite sociable?”

Basically, Hero Academies foster a lot of competitive spirit between schools.

Especially in the first year, that competitive spirit often manifests as hostility.

The second-years only got along and blended well because they became close during the Smith Exclusive Contract at the start of the semester.

Otherwise, they probably wouldn’t have even spoken to each other.

In fact, during the Smith Exclusive Contract period, there was almost no interaction between schools.

In contrast, this year’s first-years seem to be becoming friends very quickly.

“This year’s first-years aren’t quite at the level of the second-years, but they’re all above average. Usually, the more talented the generation, the higher their noses are in the air, making it hard to get close in the first year.”

“Like us?”

“Exactly.”

The graduates chuckled.

Now that they’ve graduated and spent five years clashing often, they joke around and get along, but until their first and second years, they were quite sharp with each other.

“Why do you think that is?”

“Isn’t it because the sunbaes one year above are so formidable? They probably can’t help but feel intimidated if they try to act all high and mighty.”

“Definitely. If those guys were our sunbaes, we’d be intimidated and naturally become more humble.”

The current second-years are evaluated as an all-time great generation, regardless of school.

“I felt it this time. The top students in each grade don’t seem to be at the second-year level.”

“When you reach that level, you tend to get a bit complacent, but there’s no sign of that.”

“Why~ won’t our scary hubaes ever let their guard down? It’s frightening for us sunbaes watching.”

The Hero Academy is a gathering of the best of the best.

Every student is considered a genius.

And among those geniuses, if you reach the top position, it’s natural to become arrogant.

But the second-years showed no sign of that at all.

“There’s one monster among them.”

As Rhys said with a laugh, Riennia narrowed her eyes.

“Leo Plov. Even as a second-year, he’s already beyond the scope of a student. The strongest second-year. No, it would be more accurate to call him the strongest student across all Hero Academies.”

Everyone here is evaluated as being close to becoming a Hero, and some might even have their names recorded in the Hero Record soon.

To receive such an evaluation less than half a year after graduation is not very common in the long history of Heroes.

But even those here instinctively felt it.

That Leo was a stronger existence above them.

“Was he that strong even in his first year?”

“He was inhuman even in his first year, but not to that extent.”

Anyone who grows inevitably hits a wall at some point.

But not Leo.

'Leo, on the contrary, seems to be accelerating the speed at which he grows stronger.'

Rhys thought of Leo.

“What exactly is he?”

At Dero’s question, Jamua, crossing his arms, grinned.

“I think he’s a monster.”

“I suspect he might be a sixth race.”

Torua added.

“Leo is simply overflowing with love.”

Ulta spread his arms and laughed.

“Whatever he is, if because of Leo, the hubaes who will share the responsibility for the world’s future with us can grow, there’s nothing better.”

At Rhys’s words, Vanir asked.

“But are you just going to sit back and lose?”

“No way.”

Rhys shook his head.

“We have to work hard not to be caught by the hubaes.”

Just as everyone was nodding at Rhys’s words.

“By the way, what about that person named Arkan?”

Rhys asked.

Since he was in charge of first-years, Rhys hadn’t had much contact with Instructor Arkan.

At Rhys’s question, Torua crossed her arms and tilted her head.

“He’s an amazing person. It’s surprising that someone like him is completely unknown.”

“He’s not a shadow, is he?”

“Probably not.”

“Is there any information about him?”

Seeing Torua shake her head, Vanir spoke.

“For one, he looks incredibly similar to Arron-nim.”

“Heh, who knows. He might actually be Arron-nim”

At Ulta’s words, everyone paused.

Then they looked at each other’s faces and burst out laughing.

“No way, even considering that.”

“A miracle did happen at Seiren, but it was only for a brief moment, right?”

“It’s already been two weeks since that person appeared, hasn’t it? And he hasn’t disappeared or anything?”

Actually, the instructors were skeptical at first.

Because the vibe was so similar to Arron’s.

But it’s already been two weeks since the training camp started.

If it were Arron who came to this world through the miracle of the Hero Record, it wouldn’t make sense for him to still be here.

Most importantly.

“Every time I saw him, he always seemed intimidated?”

“Mhm! Mhm! Not very manly.”

“How should I put it… like a frightened herbivore.”

They each shared their impressions of Arkan.

'Instructor Arkan.'

Rhys fell into thought.

'The first impression felt similar to Leo’s.'

Their appearance, personality, and race were completely different.

But the boundless depth in their eyes felt similar.

'What kind of person is he?'

===

Late at night, in the early hours.

Rhys quietly left the dormitory.

“Going to train?”

Seeing Rhys, Riennia, who was outside the dormitory, smiled and asked.

“You figured it out.”

“We’ve competed as representatives of Lumene and Seiren, after all. I can tell at a glance.”

Riennia winked with one eye.

“Watching your cousin constantly, I’ve been feeling kind of… itchy. Want to spar?”

“I’m not Leo’s substitute.”

As Rhys let out a dry laugh at Riennia’s words.

“If you’re going to warm up, I’ll come too.”

Vanir revealed himself from the darkness.

“I want to fight you guys after a long time.”

Rhys, Riennia, Vanir.

All three were knights and warriors who wielded powerful Aura.

“If the crazy rabbit is my opponent, I doubt it’ll be a light match.”

“Were you planning to go easy on Rhys?”

As Vanir narrowed his eyes, Riennia chuckled.

Just as the three were preparing to spar somewhere they wouldn’t disturb others on that deep night.

“Are you going to fight?”

Step, step—

“……!”

At the small footsteps and the figure revealed under the moonlight, the three flinched.

“Perfect timing. I also came out to warm up. I needed an opponent. Would you mind sparring with me?”

“That sounds good.”

Rhys smiled.

“We were also curious about what kind of person Instructor Arkan is.”

“Is that so?”

“Who would you like to spar with first?”

At Rhys’s question, Arkan smiled softly.

“All three.”

“Huh?”

“I’d like to fight all three of you.”

(T/N: Im getting giddy! lol )

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