The Reincarnated Archmage’s Journey Chapter 78

Episode 78: New Benefits (3)

There is no one but Michael Russell.

With the appearance of Kelred, who was boasting loudly, many students immediately gathered around him.

“Keled! What did you mean?”

A student with white hair asked.

“I requested a duel with the family wizard. He just finished and is on his way back.”

Even though they were not students of the same earth element, the two were close.

No, not just the two of them.

A student named Kelred seemed to have formed good relationships with all the students in Class 3.

'I thought he wasn't a very friendly guy.'

Or maybe it's because you've been in class 3 for a long time and have become close with the students.

I quietly eavesdropped on their conversation.

“The wizard of the family?”

“Oh, there’s this kid from Class 1 who moved to Class 3 with them. He’s your elemental teacher.”

Michael Russell is right.

'What? Michael Russell lost?'

He has reached the level of implementing the Light Seal Sword, which can be said to be the representative magic of the light element.

Of course, it is still a pathetic level that is far from perfect.

Still, it's a bit odd that they did that much in the first circle.

It was strange that Michael Russell, even though he was the top student of the third class, lost to Kelred.

'Is it because of the influence of the elemental preferential training ground?'

Kelred clearly stated that he himself initiated the sparring.

Starting from class 3, the applicant is assigned a training ground that matches his/her element, so the applicant has a much greater advantage.

“You fought me with something that looked like a white dagger, it was unbelievable!”

Keled, completely absorbed in the joy of victory, now spoke arrogantly without hesitation.

It doesn't matter whether the other person has a family or not.

'It seems like the influence of the elemental preferential training ground is correct.'

It seemed like that was the right answer.

I don't mean to say that Michael Russell is better.

If I were to compare the two objectively, I would give my hand to Keled.

The way he acted in our duel gave me a fresh shock, so he deserved it.

But Michael Russell has shown nothing to the extent that he is a wizard of the family.

At best, it's an unstable light sealing sword.

Even if you look at it purely in terms of magic power, he is inferior to Kelred, and with the elemental preferential training grounds, his defeat may have been inevitable.

Even the noisy Keled now shut his mouth, perhaps because he was hungry, and began to eat quietly.

And until lunchtime was over, Michael Russell was not seen in the restaurant.

'I wonder if he's just cooped up in the dorm and crying.'

He must have been mentally broken because he was losing to the commoners he had ignored so much.

***

Hey, I attended a 3rd class fire element class.

There's still some time left until class, but I decided to come early since I have nothing better to do.

But the classroom looked unusual.

Even in the dark element, the desks were arranged in steps just like in the first class, and there was a platform below where the teacher would teach.

However, in the fire element, there is no blackboard or desk, and it is just like a bare wasteland, a classroom with absolutely nothing.

"You're the students who received special admission from Class 1 this time, right? Come on in."

The teacher was already waiting for us in the classroom.

Bright red eyes and hair.

A life that looks innocent.

Just by looking at his appearance, I knew right away that he was a wizard from the Ed family.

"yes."

As I answered, he kindly came towards me and held out his hand.

“I am Ed Ballack, the third-class fire elemental teacher.”

As expected, it is as expected.

“This is Artel.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of rumors.”

“To Mr. Ever?”

"Ever, and Professor Curlum too. Especially you two, you sparred as soon as you arrived, right? You showed me that video."

The words you speak are kind.

There was no trace of malice like Melatan's in his facial expression or tone of voice.

But this is a video of our sparring?

When I asked him directly, he answered kindly again.

"The professor is the administrator of Class 3. Therefore, he can watch your sparring sessions within the portal. There's a recording device installed inside."

"ah……."

"That was amazing. To think he could subdue Kelred, the third-class leader, with such simple magic. It was quite interesting."

Now he looked at Hey.

“Is your name Heiji?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You were amazing too. You won the same way as Artel.”

"thank you."

The first impression isn't bad, but as I've felt before, the teachers at this school can change in a matter of minutes.

In the same case with Class 1 Muhead, he was kind at first, but didn't he always say harsh things to me while bringing up the double caster?

You need to know your true nature now.

I was thinking about what would be the easiest thing to nitpick, and then I thought of something suitable and asked.

“Why is there a recording mob in the training hall?”

Because it feels like I'm being watched.

"You're my students, aren't you? I need to know how to use and utilize magic. Only then can I properly instruct you."

But as if it were a prepared answer, Balak answered straight away without any sign of panic.

“Then you must have shown that video to the Earth Element Teacher as well?”

“Well, probably not.”

"why?"

"Because the professor said he was only showing it to me. You should know it when you see the name. We're from the same family. She's my sister."

The conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

In particular, Balak added useless facts that I didn't even want to know.

Is this just his personality, or is he trying his best to let you know that 'I am a person who can be this kind to you!'

I don't really understand your intentions.

“For your information, Class 1 Ever is my younger brother.”

One more fact has been added that you don't want to know.

“So, when you go to the family home during the vacation, you’ll meet Mr. Ever?”

But Hey seemed to be very interested and asked with bright eyes.

“Of course. But why?”

"I wanted to thank you, Teacher Ever. For your kind teaching in Class 1. Could you please pass it on to me?"

Ever certainly seemed kind to me.

Although he tended to show some favoritism towards me and Banshee during sparring sessions when his performance evaluation was at stake, there was nothing wrong with that.

Because it wasn't simple favoritism or discrimination.

And the reason Hei grew up in Class 1 without any problems, even though the Ed family's wizards and I had some things to gain, was because Ever, the class we attended every day, treated everyone equally.

"Why didn't you tell me in class 1? I'm jealous."

“Uh… is this something to be jealous of?”

"Of course. As a teacher, it's so rewarding to hear students thank you for teaching me so well. But if you ask me to convey that message before my class even starts, wouldn't it be natural to feel jealous?"

It's not a particularly angry voice.

It was just a light expression of jealousy.

"sorry."

Hey, while apologizing, had a look in his eyes that seemed to be wondering if this was really something to be sorry about.

"Well, anyway. Should I ask why you didn't say anything in class 1 and are only saying it now?"

"In my first class, we suddenly had a special break five days before graduation. When I returned to school five days later, the graduation ceremony started right away, so I didn't have time to tell anyone."

“Oh, really?”

I answered this on your behalf.

It's because I'm anxious that if Hey answers, I'll stutter and not be able to properly convey the situation.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.”

"thank you!"

Hey answered cheerfully.

“But, teacher.”

"why?"

"Why aren't there any desks or podiums in this classroom? There's a class on the dark element."

"That? My class is a little special. That's perfect timing. You two, would you mind helping me out?"

“How?”

“I understand that you mean to help me. Follow me.”

So he took us out of the classroom.

The place he headed to was another classroom close to the classroom.

No, to be exact, it was originally a classroom, but it looked like it was no longer in use.

It was a classroom just like the one we were in, with no desks, blackboard, podium, or any other teaching supplies, just piles of firewood.

"Just bring as many of these as you can to class. It's close, so you've memorized the route, right?"

"yes."

Balak headed to the classroom first, carrying a load of firewood in his arms.

Since Heido and I had decided to help, we started to carry the firewood in our arms.

“Ugh…….”

But the firewood feels too heavy.

I think it's because it's not my original body, but the body of the boy Artel.

Who would have thought that just lifting this pile of firewood would make my arms, shoulders, and knees tremble… … .

"Ugh, give me some. Your magic is the best among us, so why is your body still weak?"

Hey, unable to bear to watch, took some of the firewood I was holding and held it in his arms.

I had a hard time supporting the weight of less than ten logs, but Hey piled them up so high that they covered his face.

Only then did Hey's muscles swell to the point where they were clearly visible, and his body was truly comparable to that of a robust prosecutor.

The bulging muscles made it look like little mountain peaks were dotted all over his arms.

It was just amazing that she had such a body at such a young age.

It is definitely a constitution that is better suited for hard work than magic.

We returned to the classroom, carrying a moderate amount of firewood.

“Where should I put it?”

“Yeah, leave them at regular intervals like that.”

Ballack was already sorting the firewood into two or three piles in the center of the classroom and tearing up the paper.

After everything was done, Balak began counting the number of small fires with his hands.

“Well, twelve. That’s perfect.”

Now that preparations were complete, the students entered the classroom.

“Hello, teacher!”

“Did you have a good vacation?”

Of course, the students welcomed him warmly… … .

“I missed you, teacher!”

There was even a student who ran and hugged me.

Ballack seemed to be a fairly popular teacher among his students.

'Come to think of it, Mr. Ever wasn't bad in Class 1 either.'

Compared to other subjects, Mr. Ever was a teacher who was friendly to the students.

If the 3rd class is like this, it can be said to be a characteristic of the fire element subject.

'Class 0 Regi teacher was also a fire elementalist, so he was quite kind. Fire elementals are originally like this… . . . '

It is a pity that Etar, the representative wizard of the fire element, has changed.

Now class has begun.

As soon as class began, Ballack lit a fire with a match on twelve pieces of firewood he had prepared in advance.

It wasn't lit by magic, it was lit on purpose using matches.

And the reason there were twelve was because there were twelve students in the third class fire element.

Balak, who had lit all the fires, looked at the two of us and said:

"Other students have taken this class before, so they know what it's like, but you newbies today don't know? Let me explain."

“Is it a practical training session without any theory classes?”

“I don’t take theory classes. I think they’re pointless.”

When I asked him, he answered with his characteristic cheerfulness.

It's a class without theory…

It's a pretty good method.

And then he began to explain in earnest.