The Weight of a Na
"Is this the legendary Guardian Elder Leon?"
Whispers spread across the plaza like wind through dry leaves.
Countless disciples stared upward at the white-robed figure descending from the sky.
Leon landed calmly at the front of the square, his midnight robes embroidered with thin athyst patterns drifting lightly in the breeze. A jade pendant rested at his waist, swaying faintly with each movent.
His posture was relaxed.
Yet the invisible aura surrounding him carried a quiet pressure.
Not oppressive.
Not violent.
But deep—like standing before an endless ocean.
Many disciples unconsciously held their breath.
So this is him...
Several students exchanged glances.
"As expected..."
"He’s just as unfathomable as the rumors say."
One young disciple swallowed nervously.
"Do you feel that the aura coming from him is... stronger than Guardian Elder Shera’s?"
The words spread through the surrounding crowd like a spark landing in dry grass.
"What?"
"Now that you ntion it..."
Another disciple leaned forward slightly, trying to sense the energy again.
"...You’re right."
"I didn’t notice it before."
"But the pressure from Guardian Elder Leon feels deeper."
Soone whispered with disbelief.
"Don’t tell ..."
"His cultivation has already surpassed Guardian Elder Shera?"
A ripple of shock moved through the crowd.
"That’s impossible!"
"Leon is too young!"
"Guardian Elder Shera has cultivated for decades!"
Many disciples struggled to accept the thought.
So even shook their heads imdiately.
"No way."
"That would be ridiculous."
Yet the more experienced disciples remained silent.
Their eyes stayed fixed on Leon.
Because they could feel it.
The calmness.
The hidden power.
"To be honest..."
One senior disciple finally spoke.
"Guardian Elder Leon is indeed very strong."
"There’s a sense of oppression from him that I’ve never felt before."
"And the most terrifying part..."
"He’s still young."
"He has far more potential."
Several disciples nodded slowly.
Then soone suddenly sighed dramatically.
"Tsk tsk... look at him."
"That temperant... those looks..."
"Even when I was at my peak... I’d still have to avoid him."
The comnt triggered a burst of laughter.
But at the center of the plaza—
Not everyone was amused.
Shera’s face had turned slightly dark.
He watched the crowd whispering and staring at Leon.
The admiration.
The excitent.
The attention.
All of it should have belonged to him.
Instead—
Leon had stolen the spotlight the mont he arrived.
Shera’s jaw tightened slightly.
A cold thought flashed across his mind.
Just wait...
Sooner or later...
You’ll cry.
Behind Shera—
Shan stood quietly.
But his gaze wasn’t on Leon.
It was on the two girls standing behind him.
Selena.
Rias.
Shan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Interesting...
His gaze slowly swept across them.
Selena stood calmly beside Leon, her silver hair flowing softly in the wind. Her posture was upright, her expression composed, yet her cold blue eyes carried a sharp edge like a drawn blade.
Beside her—
Rias stood with relaxed confidence.
Her long crimson hair shimred under the sunlight, her red robes flowing elegantly around her graceful figure.
Her presence alone drew attention.
Shan licked his lips subconsciously.
A pair of peerless beauties...
When did Celestis Academy gain students like these?
And I didn’t hear a single rumor about it.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
If fate allows...
It might be fun to et them during the Martial eting.
The purple light around Leon gradually faded.
He landed smoothly on the plaza floor beside Maya and the other division leaders.
The mont his feet touched the ground—
Shera spoke.
His tone carried a trace of sarcasm.
"Junior Brother Leon."
"You’re quite arrogant."
"Everyone has already arrived."
"We’ve been waiting just for you."
Several disciples nearby imdiately grew tense.
The atmosphere subtly sharpened.
Leon glanced at him.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"It’s alright."
Two simple words.
Spoken casually.
But they instantly ignited Shera’s anger.
His face darkened.
The veins near his temple twitched slightly.
This answer—
Completely ignored his authority.
And worse—
It was in front of so many disciples.
Shera’s fists clenched inside his sleeves.
Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He tilted his head and said slowly,
"Senior Brother Shera seems quite dissatisfied with ."
A pause.
Then his voice carried a faint trace of amusent.
"In that case..."
"Why don’t we broaden everyone’s horizons?"
"How about we have an exhibition match before the Martial eting begins?"
The mont those words fell—
The entire square fell silent.
An exhibition match?
Between two sage Realm experts?
That would be terrifying.
Dozens of disciples instantly looked toward Shera.
So even looked excited.
Shera’s jaw tightened.
Inside his mind—
He had already imagined striking Leon down a hundred tis.
But reality was cruel.
After simulating the battle countless tis in his head—
He reached the sa conclusion every ti.
I can’t beat him.
Shera forced himself to stay calm.
He had witnessed Leon’s terrifying growth over the past few months.
His cultivation had skyrocketed.
His swordsmanship was monstrous.
And the most terrifying part—
That divine grade palm technique.
Shera still rembered the mont Leon comprehended it during his epiphany on Athyst Summit Division.
The heavens themselves had trembled.
A divine technique like that—
Combined with Leon’s cultivation—
Fighting him would be nothing but asking for humiliation.
Shera finally forced out a cold snort.
"Hmph."
He flicked his sleeves and looked away.
He felt embarrassed.
But he had no choice.
Behind him—
Shan saw everything.
His eyes darkened slightly.
His father had been humiliated.
Right in front of everyone.
He stepped forward slowly.
His voice was calm—but sharp.
"Guardian Elder Leon..."
"Aren’t you going too far?"
"My father was simply reminding you out of kindness..."
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