Chapter 243: Roleplaying as a Teacher
At Seren Tenshin Academy, the sounds of running away and colliding with each other echoed.
"Run!"
"What's going on?!"
"Hurry up! I don't want to die yet!"
"Hurry up! Run!"
"Run, run!"
"Someone help me!"
"Not me first! I'm hurt!"
"Hey, who stepped on me?"
The shouting grew louder, and the small group grew into a big one.
The situation became chaotic.
Seria stood and watched, meekly, as people ran away. "Watch out for stepping on each other! Watch out!"
Someone was lying on the ground. In front of Seria, a student wearing an armband with the words "Student Council" on his right arm.
Two children, older than Seria, stood still, prepared for the attack.
The noise of the crowd continued to rumble, creating a commotion like a wave of water.
Zenon stood and stared. "Someone got hurt from a shave attempt."
Zenon explained the situation.
Seria smiled. "Hmm... That's right, that's right. I saw it."
Seria pointed at the students lying on the floor in the corridor.
Each of them had injuries from the commotion.
Some of them were panting, exhausted. Some were unconscious with their shoes on.
And some were lying motionless, unable to move due to injuries.
Seria started counting the number of people lying on the floor. "Let me see the number of injured people, from a trivial matter."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...?"
Seria tilted his head slightly, a puzzled look in his eyes.
"Zenon, why are there injuries?"
Seria turned to ask Zenon a question.
Zenon was slightly puzzled. "Because of your nonsense shouting, it caused such a commotion." So there were injuries.
Seria nodded, looking at the student council, who were warily watching him.
"Really? Because of me? I thought the martial artists who attended this school were so talented. How disappointing."
Seria looked sad and disappointed.
The student council stared at Seria. "You again, Seria? Even if you've achieved something, that doesn't mean you can act on your own accord."
Seria reached out to Zenon for help. "Master Zenon, can you handle this for me?"
"Why should I?"
Seria ignored Zenon, who was standing beside him, sad and pouting at Zenon's refusal to help.
Seria pointed a beautiful finger forward, pointing to the exit.
"Oh, I solved the problem, but you're blaming me instead. How cruel. Look! It's an open space, with only a few people left, allowing the path to move anywhere.
I tried to solve the problem, but you criticized me. This makes me sad too. Oh, wait... I'll cry soon.
So, I'm strong, so I won't cry easily.
The student council prepared to rush to arrest Zenon and Seria.
"Seria and Zenon, the student council will use force to arrest you two."
The student council saw Seria's index finger and turned to an open hand, forbidding anyone from approaching.
They said, "Stop, let me explain more."
"Well, the situation is getting better. Let me explain more."
"Do you see it getting better now?"
There were people injured from the collision.
Everyone sitting on the floor looked at Seria angrily.
It seemed someone had realized it was a lie Seria had fabricated.
Everyone was starting to resent Seria, their voices booming. "Take responsibility!"
"Yes, I broke my leg because you did this!"
"The situation is getting better. You're the one who caused it." More brutal!
"What have I done to you?!"
The grumbling, initiated by Seria, grew more infuriating.
Seria pointed at the man lying on the floor, his clothes covered in footprints and injured.
Blood was flowing from his face, his face a veil of anger directed at Seria.
It was a sign that he would never forgive these people.
"Has that man begun his martial arts training?
If I remember correctly, this school is a school that trains those with the ability to enter this school?"
The voice of the man being pointed at said, "What are you trying to say?"
Seria smiled slightly. "Of course it is. The weaklings who can't even escape the chaos are quite surprising."
"What are you trying to say?"
"It's easy to say. This school trains us to be strong. Revenge against me
for creating this chaos and being injured by being stepped on. And I couldn't escape in time.
That's really strange. Weren't you deliberately being hit to train?
That's really admirable. I have a lot of respect for you. I don't think a cultivator would be seriously injured by a collision, right? "
The student council member standing on the ground shouted, " Don't try to trick me. You're wrong, and you must be punished for what you've done. Prepare yourself."
Seria had a sullen expression, like a prisoner about to go to jail. Both of her hands were clenched, waiting for the handcuffs to be inserted obediently.
"No one complained. I was wrong, after all. Why don't you turn around and ask the person behind you, the one who's standing up?"
The student council tilted their heads to look behind them.
A strange sight appeared.
The boy who held a grudge against Seria slowly stood up. "Yes, I'm training. Thank you for the advice."
The unconscious boy stood up, his face bleeding. "I just fell a little. It's nothing."
The other boy, unable to move, began to move in pain.
He slowly stood up. His breaths of exhaustion began to appear, and he walked forward. His target was probably the infirmary.
The people who were being hit by the chaos obediently walked away.
No one stood up to protest Seria's actions.
From the students' resting place, the unwilling students
He started to get up and walk away, suspiciously, wondering if they weren't going to press charges against Seria anymore.
The voice slowly faded away, leaving only the student council.
Seria blinked. "See? No one is pressing charges against me. It's like there's no problem.
So, can I go now?"
The student council looked at each other, wondering what to do.
No one complained. It was like they had all disappeared.
"Alright, you can go. I'm warning you, don't let anything like this happen again."
Seria raised her hand in victory. "Hooray... Thank you very much. I'll be going then... And thank you for your hard work, senior."
Seria walked leisurely, with Zenon following obediently.
The two walked, seeing people walking very slowly due to their injuries.
Seria opened her mouth to ask, "Question: Why isn't anyone holding a grudge against me?"
Zenon knew Seria was asking, "Because the people here all come here to train." Make yourself stronger.
It would be embarrassing to admit that you were injured while running away.
You're a top-tier martial artist, but you get injured over something minor. You'd think there's a problem.
Seria nodded. "Maybe. That's what I think. If it were just a collision that caused a wound, it would mean...
If there's a more terrifying danger, we'd all die. It would also serve as a reminder to others, reminding them that...
With this level of talent, you're destined to rise to a higher level.
We have inherent talent, but others don't, so we have to work harder than you."
"You're such a good person, huh?"
"Of course I'm a genius, so prepare yourself. I'll take on the role of teacher too."
"Huh?" Xenon was taken aback by the word "taking on the role of teacher."