A Sword, A Secret, A Storm Stirring
For ten long years, they had shared the sa Acedmy premises — crossing paths, nodding politely, exchanging only the simplest courtesies as fellow teachers of Celestis Academy.
Nothing more.
So why had Maya suddenly co to Athyst Summit Division?
Leon watched her in silence, a faint unease threading through his thoughts. His gaze flicked once — purely instinct — toward her chest beneath that sky-blue silk.
A quiet breath left him.
Even if her heart carried layers upon layers of sches, there was no denying her beauty — mature, elegant, poised. Her E-cup curves pressed subtly against soft fabric, her waist slender, her long legs graceful beneath the flowing robes. Compared to Selena, she possessed the confidence that ca from age, knowledge, and charm — the kind of woman countless n secretly dread of.
But Leon’s eyes cooled just as fast.
Beauty alone had never swayed him.
Inside the training hall, he took a seat and spoke calmly.
"Senior sister, what brings you all the way to my Athyst Summit Division today?"
Maya let her gaze wander across the simple courtyard, the plain training room, the small wooden huts. Compared to other Divisions, everything here felt humble — almost barren.
A peak teacher should at least have more than this, she thought.
But considering the strange temperants of past Athyst Summit Division leaders... the fact Leon even had structures standing was already sothing.
She folded her hands gracefully.
"Junior Fellow Brother Leon, I mainly ca to visit. My student is good friends with your student. I thought, since there was so free ti, I’d let them catch up."
"Oh... I see."
It clicked.
A mont later, Selena returned — carrying tea.
At the sa ti, Sana sat stiffly, discomfort stirring in her chest as she watched. Her best friend — here — doing chores?
Shouldn’t labor students be doing that?
"Teacher, Respected One — please have so tea."
Selena bowed respectfully, every movent precise and sincere.
Maya nodded — quietly satisfied with the girl’s manners.
Then—
Leon reached beside him, lifted the Athyst Mist Sword, and held it out.
His voice was quiet. Steady.
"I originally intended to teach you swordsmanship today. But since your friend is visiting, take the day instead and spend ti together. As for this—"
He placed the sword in her hands.
"—from today onward, it belongs to you. This is the Athyst Mist Sword. It once belonged to the teachers of Athyst Summit Division. I hope you will not bury the glory it carried."
The world seed to freeze.
Even wind forgot how to move.
Maya’s pupils shrank.
The Athyst Mist Sword...
She stared at Leon — then at Selena again.
Unbelievable.
That sword — a treasured legacy passed down through generations — sothing only the Division’s teacher had the right to wield.
And he simply... handed it to his student.
"Is he insane...?"
For once, Maya was genuinely stunned.
Was Leon deliberately showing off?
Or did he truly trust this girl to such an extent?
Sana’s jaw tightened.
So much envy burned in her chest she nearly trembled.
They said Athyst Summit Division had nothing.They said whoever ca here would suffer.
Then why...
Why did Selena hold a treasure weapon in her hands?
"M-Teacher, this..."
Selena’s fingers trembled as she accepted the sword.
Leon never spoke lightly. If he said sothing belonged to her — then it belonged to her.
Compared to the elixirs.
Compared to the cultivation he had risked to impart into her mana.
A sword — even a treasured one — felt small.
She swallowed.
"Thank you, Teacher, for granting this sword. I will never let it fall into disgrace. One day, I will use it to restore the prestige of Athyst Summit Division."
She moved gently, letting the blade dance.
Her footwork flowed.
Her wrists turned like drifting clouds.
Her breathing rged with the rhythm of wind.
Mana surged unintentionally from her body — strong, steady, rising.
Maya shot to her feet.
"Onyx Realm...!"
Shock tore through her composure.
Impossible.
She had only entered Celestis Academy for five days — yet she had already stepped into the Onyx Realm?
Her eyes narrowed, peering deeper.
That was when she saw it.
Inside Selena’s body — a shimring glacial brilliance. Cold, radiant, sacred.
A Divine Ice Bone.
Maya’s world tilted.
"Born with Divine Ice Bones...?"
She stood frozen.
Her voice turned into a whisper, lost beneath the quiet room.
But we checked her before.
There was no divine bone.
So how—
Had Leon awakened it?
Had he used so Sacred Art?
Or perhaps so mysterious spiritual herb?
Her mind ran through possibilities.
Yet one truth pressed hardest:
Athyst Summit Division was supposed to be poor.
Sothing wasn’t right.
Her lips tightened.
He’s pretending.
He’s been hiding his strength... hiding everything.
Quiet realization crept into her chest like cold water.
Leon wasn’t the joke the academy whispered about.
He was sothing else entirely.
And that truth unsettled her more than anything.
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