An Angel Lives in the Academy
Chapter 21: The Angel Receives Education (2)

Lusa's attacks were fierce.

When she moved, she was like an invisible wind; when she struck, she was like a torrential downpour; when she raised her guard, she was like a steadfast mountain; and her fighting spirit was like fire.

'The title of Martial God is well-deserved...!'

What was even more surprising was that this overwhelming force was actually just her playing around since she was facing students.

'Ugh, I can't counterattack...'

Lusa's silhouette started to blur. It was because of the footwork of Fairy Martial Arts, 'Steps of the Deep Forest'.

'It's hard to recognize her. Maybe...'

Humans recognize someone as the same person if they see the shape of their head and shoulders connected. That's why shooting ranges and training grounds often have simple boards shaped like heads and shoulders with no decorations.

Steps of the Deep Forest was a footwork technique that exploited this human habit. That’s what Leffrey had heard in his past life.

'And so, this footwork deliberately blurs the shape of the head and shoulders. Then the real one is right here...!'

Bam- Leffrey's fist struck Lusa's left arm. However, Lusa immediately deflected the punch.

"You read the principle of this footwork in an instant? Amazing!"

"...It was a fluke."

Leffrey having no other choice, ended up approaching Lusa defenselessly, following his deflected fist. It looked like he was embracing her.

"Gotcha, kid."

"Ugh."

Naturally, Lusa didn't miss this opportunity.

The captured Leffrey struggled, but the difference in specs was too great, making it practically meaningless.

"P-Professor...!"

"There's a technique in your world called a bear hug, right?"

Squeeze- Leffrey couldn't help but squirm under the pressure of the flesh that was wrapping around him.

"Become my direct disciple."

"W-Wait a minute!"

"It's hard to breathe, right? I'll let you go if you say you'll become my direct disciple instead of those other guys. Say it...!"

'Professor... your eyes seem to have rolled back...?'

Leffrey couldn't understand why the professor who seemed, so bored dealing with the other students was doing this to him every day. Regardless of whether Leffrey understood that or not, Lusa hugged him tightly once again, as if she would never let him go.

"That's not the problem!"

It was said that elves' skin smelled like flowers. And Leffrey was smelling flowers right now. A very strong, almost suffocating scent…

"Professor, please stop tormenting that child and face me instead."

He was only able to escape her embrace when a new challenger arrived.

The challenger's name was Yumari, the top scorer of this entrance exam and a girl with the noble blood of a dragon flowing through her veins. Even Lusa couldn't ignore her.

"Ahh. So bothersome..."

However, she couldn't help but lose interest immediately. She beckoned with her hand again as if annoyed.

"Why are there so many students?"

And so, the lightning-imbued fist of the half-dragon clashed with the calloused fist of the Martial God. Lusa dealt with her halfheartedly, while Yumari put killing intent into every punch she threw.

"Well, at least your expression is worth seeing."

That's right. Yumari was angry right now.

Why she was so angry, only she knew.

"Ugh... I'm dying..."

Leffrey crawled out of the ring and collapsed in front of the other students. Both male and female students offered him water, candy, and various snacks.

"Leffrey, good work!"

"Hey, you really did your best."

In fact, Leffrey was like a mascot to the first-year martial arts students. It was great that he was a beautiful boy who looked like an angel, and it was cool how he always stepped up first for the weak.

Moreover, most of the first-year students had received Leffrey's help during the entrance exam.

The martial arts department, in particular, had a rather strong bond due to the misfortune of having Lusa as their homeroom professor. It might be a strange analogy, but think of it like boot camp. When you're pushed hard in boot camp, you quickly become close with your fellow soldiers, right?

That's why the first-year martial arts students looked at Leffrey, who was lying down and munching on snacks, with heartwarming expressions.

"Wait a minute, it's my turn to give him something."

"Hey, you already gave him something earlier. It's my turn now."

"Guys, guys, I'm not a pet..."

As time passed, the student Leffrey had rescued earlier bowed his head.

"Leffrey, thank you."

"...Wait, you're hurt here. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Ah, this... it's okay. I'll just go to the infirmary..."

The infirmary? How dare the infirmary try to steal my precious Angelic Power? Leffrey quickly placed his hand on the student's swollen area.

Angelic Ability activated-

[Healing the wounds of a future hero is an angelic act!]

[You have gained Angelic Power.]

Leffrey felt that coming to the Central Academy was a good choice every time he did this. After all, most of the students at the Central Academy were aspiring heroes.

'This is just my guess, but... this might be the easiest place on Earth to earn Angelic Power?'

Anyway, to survive the next class.

Leffrey needed Angelic Power.

So he couldn't let even a little bit of Angelic Power be taken away by anything else. No way.

However, in the eyes of other students, this action appeared differently. 'The treatment speed at the infirmary is quite slow. He probably wouldn't be able to attend the next class if he went there. And if he keeps missing classes, he'll fail...'

Therefore, he must have used his precious divine power to treat them so they wouldn't fail. The martial arts students immediately flocked to Leffrey.

"He's too kind!"

"Aw, he's so cute!"

"Let this older sister hug you!"

Leffrey screamed as he struggled,

"Guys, s-stop!"

While Leffrey was being showered with affection by the other students, a fierce battle, or rather, a fierce spar, was taking place in the ring.

Just punches clashing, yet shockwaves that made people stagger spread out, and just legs colliding, yet the ring shattered like pieces of glass.

A battle between a young monster and a grown monster. The students couldn't help but feel various emotions watching this fight.

After the class ended, the students muttered as they cleaned up.

"Huhu, Leffrey was so cute today."

"Did you see Leffrey earlier? He was so flustered when we called him an angel."

A warm and fuzzy atmosphere. Naturally, only the first-year students in the martial arts department created this kind of atmosphere. After all, the students who entered the martial arts department were all elite martial artists and assassins raised from a young age by the state, institutions, guilds, or families.

For those who only knew fighting since they were young, It was really all thanks to Leffrey for creating this kind of atmosphere.

"Ah, right. Did you hear?"

"...The magical studies guys are badmouthing Leffrey."

"What? Are those damn nerds crazy? What exactly are they saying?"

"They're saying he's a nobody who's acting up just because he has the professors' favor."

"Wow... those f*ckers."

They briefly looked around. As soon as they confirmed that Leffrey had left for his next class... the atmosphere changed drastically. The warm and fuzzy atmosphere disappeared, and their true nature as weapons and killers raised for humanity was revealed.

"If they try to mess with Leffrey..."

"Yeah, I know. We'll have to see blood."

A murderous intent that would make anyone without resistance wet themselves spread faintly throughout the martial arts gym. And the person emitting the strongest killing intent…

"...Just try to touch him."

Yumari muttered as she wiped away her sweat and blood.

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Next was swordsmanship class.

This class, handled by the swordsmanship department, was famous for Park Jin-ho personally giving demonstrations. To think that Park Jin-ho, the best superhuman in Korea, was directly teaching the class…

The students looked at the podium with sparkling eyes.

"Everyone! Glad to see you! Today, as announced previously, we'll spend some time for you to resonate with swords that match your attributes! As superhuman swordsmen, it's only natural that you should wield attribute swords!"

Park Jin-ho's booming voice filled the swordsmanship gym. The students stared intently at him, hiding their nervousness and excitement.

"I don't think there's anyone among the students who entered our academy who doesn't know what an attribute sword is, or what attribute they possess. Right?!"

The students all shouted together, "Yes! That's right!" As expected of Park Jin-ho, he had great charisma.

"Then let's start right away. Assistants, to your assigned positions."

The assistants, with postures as sharp as soldiers, prepared for the sword resonance class. Swords of various colors were placed right below the podium, and in front of them were smaller, fainter-colored swords.

"Your task is simple. Go and grab a sword you can hold. The professor's evaluation of you will differ depending on which sword you choose and how long you can hold it."

An evaluation was at stake.

The students stared nervously at the swords laid out before them.

'Grab a sword you can hold?'

Leffrey roughly understood. Those swords were definitely magic swords filled with mana. To think that the class involved grabbing and resonating with such magic swords... the difficulty was unbelievable.

'Attribute swords... that is, magic swords... if you don't have resistance, your body will be immediately damaged. In more serious cases, your mind will also be damaged, and you'll become a madman wielding a sword...'

Even among ordinary superhumans(awakener), there were many who ruined their lives by picking up a magic sword.

However, this was the Central Superhuman Academy. A place that trained only the best, not such mediocre beings. By their standards, of course, you had to be able to do this much to be called a student. And look at them. As soon as Park Jin-ho finished speaking, they were already resonating with the swords placed before them.

Leffrey was honestly worried.

'Can I endure with my Angelic Power?'

At that moment, a single white sword caught Leffrey's eye. This sword, unlike the swords of other attributes, was standing alone.

"Assistant teacher."

"Student, is there a problem?"

"Can that white sword over there not be drawn?"

The assistant looked at him dumbfounded, then explained with an attitude of 'I'll let it slide because you're cute.'

"Student, that is a pseudo-holy sword. As you know, holy swords are classified as the strongest among attribute swords, and correspondingly, very few people can wield them."

"...Can I try?"

"The side effects of failing to resonate with a holy sword are severe. Student, it could lead to immediate death."

Leffrey barely managed to hold back the words 'That's the same for other magic swords.'

'I somehow managed to get through the divine power room last time.'

Moreover, he had even leveled up in that room. He didn't think he could do it again, but he had at least managed to come out alive.

Leffrey made up his mind.

"I'll give it a try."

"Student! I understand that you're challenging such a famous sword because of your aspirations... but it's foolish!"

The assistant mistakenly thought that the boy was pushing himself because he wanted to quickly become a strong superhuman swordsman. However, Leffrey was only trying it because the holy sword seemed safer than the magic swords.

"Give him a chance to try."

A voice came from the podium.

Park Jin-ho nodded and said,

"As a superhuman swordsman, it's only right to challenge a stronger and more dangerous attribute sword. Excellent."

And Park Jin-ho also made the same mistake as the assistant.

'Uh, I think they're misunderstanding something...'

Leffrey couldn't help but smile wryly. To think so much attention was focused on just drawing a sword...