Chapter 103 – Mentormentee

Episode 103 – Mentor Mentee

“Die!” Die!”

Burbubbubbbuk!

Today, like always, I get beaten up by Alyssa under the pretense of sparring.

The only difference from before is that now she can’t break my sanity with her attacks.

From the point where my endurance stat surpassed her strength her stat her, I stopped losing my mind.

Of course, even so, Alyssa’s combination was still painful.

“Fall down! “Fall down!”

After feint, when he hits a river shot and loses his stance, he immediately raises it with an uppercut, followed by a one-two straight, and finally stabs him to the solar plexus.

I was out of breath and my vision was flashing white, but my body endured even that.

This is because after absorbing the Phoenix Egg, recovery speeds up even without using Avatar.

‘I’m going to search the bar.’

After what seemed like forever, when all the students gathered together, Sarah announced something important.

“Everyone remember that there is a mentor-mentee class starting next week, right? We will form a group with one second-year student and one first-year student and receive instruction. “Keep in mind that there will be a dispatch to the front line in a month.”

The time has finally come.

In this episode, Abel and Isis are sent to the front line and take on the role of a paladin in a dungeon they accidentally enter.

From then on, Abel receives everyone’s attention not just as an outstanding student, but as a candidate for the church’s paladin.

Of course, unlike in the game, I contacted the church in the past evening, so I don’t know how the situation will change.

Anyway, this was also one of the tasks that had to be completed in order to see the ending.

And a few days later, I faced my mentor.

“Luan. Please take care of me.”

Isis, still wearing gym clothes, held out her hand, showing off her fascinating curves.

I held my hands hesitantly.

“No, why are you here?”

“Why? “Do you not like me being around?”

“No. “It’s just unexpected.”

“Okay? Anyway, please take care of me for a month now.”

How did this happen?

Originally, Abel and Isis were supposed to be a team, but that absolute condition was broken.

‘If this happens, everyone will leave?’

I glanced behind me and saw that Abel was paired with a pretty senior woman with a ponytail.

Judging by the familiar face, it’s a supporting role.

She couldn’t quite remember her name, so she stared at the senior, and before she knew it, Isis had come up right next to her, pouted her mouth, and asked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Yes? Oh, I was just watching my friend.”

“Really? “Aren’t you looking at Veronica?”

“Ah… “It’s not.”

“It’s suspicious.”

Isis had a cold face.

Just like when I asked the question just now, he is showing a side of himself that he doesn’t usually show.

It looks cut because of the gap.

Are you a little excited about this class?

‘It was Veronica, by the way.’

It was frustrating because I couldn’t remember her, but thanks to Isis, I remembered her right away.

She was often active as a sword fighter, but probably died during a fight against the Dark Church in the second semester of her second year.

It remains to be seen how this change will affect her.

As I was lost in thought, Isis suddenly glanced at Veronica and stepped back.

“Luan. “I’ll go to the locker room for a moment.”

“Yes? “Now?”

“Huh. “Just wait a moment.”

Isis seemed to be in such a hurry that she even used footwork and disappeared in an instant.

It was three minutes later that she appeared.

When she reappeared, her hairstyle had changed from straight to a ponytail.

“Sister. What is that?”

“Yes? Why? “What has changed?”

Do you really mean this?

She was a bit skeptical for a moment, but the way she moved her body frequently, shaking her ponytail and revealing her neckline, told me that wasn’t the case.

Isis is blatantly hoping that I will catch her changes.

That’s really cute and ugly.

‘Oh, just like that!’

In my heart, I want to lie down on the floor and fuck like crazy, whether other people are watching or not.

Of course, that can’t be possible.

After shaking off her delusion her, I very naturally complimented Isis’s her hairstyle her.

“The ponytail suits you well.”

“So? “Actually, I do this when I’m training.”

It’s obvious that it’s all a lie.

Why would you do this if I asked you directly? I’m sure it’s not his to use the power of the student council president to control everyone’s intentions.

Today’s Isis was very sloppy and flawed, unlike her usual self.

“Always?”

“Huh! “I forgot just now.”

The struggle to somehow avoid being caught is pathetic.

I just want to be fooled and let go, but there were some things I couldn’t compromise on.

“It’s a little disappointing.”

“Uh, huh? Why? “Is there anything strange about it?”

“No. That’s not true, but I also like your straight hair. The ponytail is pretty, but the hair that flutters every time you swing the spear is really beautiful.”

“… “Is it beautiful?”

“Yes. It’s also my preference.”

“…”

Isis, who was silent for a moment in response to his her 100% sincere confession her, quietly took his her hand her back her and untied his her hair her tie her .

The ponytail instantly loses its original shape and returns to the way it was 3 minutes ago.

“Okay, then let’s train like this.”

“Is that okay? “Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“Gwae, it’s okay! After all, when you fight, you have straight hair, right? “It’s not like waiting for the other person to tie their hair.”

“That’s right. Are you going to teach me right now?”

“Huh! Shall we have a quick sparring session first? Let’s attack!”

“Yes. Then let’s go!”

I immediately opened Wolyeongbo.

The outline of the body fades as if melting into thin air, leaving an afterimage.

Paaang!

My fist stopped in the palm of Isis.

Even though she defended herself neatly, her eyes were wide open as if she was surprised.

“Lu, Luan. What is that technique?”

“This is a new step I learned after coming to the academy. How do you feel?”

“… Amazing. It’s a very good walking technique. But… No. Let’s compete some more.”

Isis, who looked uncomfortable as if something was bothering her, shook her head to shake off her distracting thoughts and took up her fighting stance.

I went on the offensive again.

For a while, Isis did not fight back and only insisted on her defense.

As more time passed.

“Now I will attack too.”

Isis, who had been warned, counterattacked.

Her fist was thrown out without any fuss, drawing the optimal route.

There was nothing unusual about the attack, but it was very difficult to deal with.

It’s fast enough to be nearly impossible to avoid, but it’s not weak enough to block without any damage.

Ultimately, it is an attack that leaves the opponent with no choice but to take a certain amount of damage.

Of course, since this was only a sparring match, it was just a blow tailored to my level.

Now Isis is trying to bring out something more from me that she doesn’t know.

‘If you want, you should hang out.’

Shred!

The two streams of magical energy extending from the dantian were twisted like a spiral and released from the fist.

Kwaaang!

When the attacks collided, each person was pushed back one step at a time with a fairly strong impact.

Isis looked down at his fist and then raised his head.

“Luan. “You have learned a different man practice method.”

“Is that noticeable?”

“Huh. I just found out for sure. There is no feeling of Friuli in the movement of magic power at all. Rather, it’s the opposite. Very rough and hot.”

The characteristics of the Friuli-style Mana practice are its rigidity and stability, like an iron wall.

In comparison, the Taegeukhwashingung that I have learned now is specialized in handling pure and destructive flames, so it is natural for Isis to feel that way.

She asked with a scared look on her face.

“Have you abandoned your family by any chance?”

“Yes? “Abandoning your family?”

“Didn’t you learn the new Mana Practice because you wanted to severe ties with your family? That’s why I refused the position of head of the family. I am… That’s all I can think of.”

Certainly, from her perspective her, all my actions she she were suspicious.

It seems like it unintentionally instilled anxiety.

“It’s not like that. To be honest, I don’t have any regrets about the family itself, but it wasn’t my intention to cut ties either.”

“Are you sure? “Then you won’t abandon your sister?”

Isis, whose eyes sparkle with hope.

Before I knew it, she had come right in front of me and was staring up at me.

The dependence is embarrassing, but it’s also cute and makes me laugh. I nodded as if it was obvious.

“Sure. Why did you abandon your sister? Even if you hold on to it, it won’t be enough. Even if I stay away from my family, I will continue to interact with my sister for the rest of my life.”

Is it just exchange?

Honestly, if the situation allows, I would like a relationship that goes beyond that of siblings.

“Is it true? “It’s not a lie, right?”

“I’m serious.”

“… Thank god. I’m so glad.”

Isis swept down her chest.

Maybe she didn’t want to be far away from me so much, but her fingertips are still shaking from shock.

‘If someone sees you, they’ll think you’re a lover.’

While muttering bluntly to myself, I unconsciously stroked Isis’s head.

The silky hair stimulates the palm of your hand.

And Isis, who had suddenly been stroked, looked up at me in shock.

Silver eyes are full of agitation.

“Lu, Luan? “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. “It’s so cute that I stop without realizing it.”

“Ears, you think they’re cute?”

“Yes. “It’s not like I’m an older sister, it’s like a younger brother.”

In fact, they say that if you have a younger sibling, you fight with them on random days, but I don’t know about that because I’m from Goa.

I continued to stroke Isis’s head while looking at her blushing face.

Until Isis, who couldn’t bear it anymore, escaped.

“S-stop! “You can’t use it if you make fun of your sister.”

“You’re not making fun of me, are you?”

“Ah, anyway! “You’re not old enough to be cute.”

“What does age have to do with anything? If it’s cute, it’s cute.”

“Eww… I really…”

When he refuted without saying a word, Isis, who was fluttering her hands as if she had nothing to say, hurriedly stepped back, and suddenly her expression hardened and she asked a question.

“Are you doing this to other women too?”

“Another woman?”

“Okay! Did you say Deborah? You seemed very friendly. “You said you weren’t dating.”

“Deborah? “I haven’t stroked your head yet.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. “I swear to heaven, there is none.”

“I see. Hmm…”

Isis feels strangely relieved.

I wonder what they would say if I told them that I didn’t stroke their hair but fucked their pussy.

‘Of course I won’t say it.’

As I was thinking the unthinkable to myself, Isis seemed to have regained her composition and returned to the main topic.

“But Luan. Who did you learn those skills from? “I’m sure I didn’t learn it on my own.”

“Oh, this? First of all, I learned mana practice and footwork from the teacher.”

“Master?”

“Yes. “I can’t tell you in detail.”

I’m not worried about information being leaked if I talk to Isis, but I still can’t go around talking about it without the person’s permission.

Isis was convinced by my attitude that it seemed like not a single needle would go in.

“I see. Then there is nothing we can do. First, let’s end the sparring here. Because I roughly understand it.”

“Yes. So are you going to rest now?”

“Huh. But do you have time on the weekend? “I wish we could train together then too.”

Isis looked sideways and made a suggestion.

That shy look and nervous eyes make you wonder if they are going on a date rather than training.

“Even on weekends? “Isn’t twice a week enough?”

“At all. There is a dispatch to the front line in a month. Then, you have to work hard to get good grades. “I’ve cleared my schedule, so don’t worry.”

“Is it so? “Aren’t you trying too hard?”

As the student council president, I would have had to work weeks in advance to coordinate the schedule, but I can’t believe I did that just for my mentee.

I don’t know what I would do if I met a lazy guy with no motivation at all.

Isis seemed overly embarrassed and asked back, as if such doubts were revealed in her eyes.

“Hey, this is basic! So can you do it?”

“Well, it’s okay if it’s Sunday.”

“Okay? Great! Then we’ll see you again this Sunday. “Understand, right?”

“Yes. “I will do that.”

In this way, for almost a month, I met Isis every week without moving.

Honestly, it’s not that bad.

‘Think of it as a date.’