I was a bit worried he wouldn't address it or dismiss my information, but I suppose anything related to his family's technique is significant enough to spark his interest, no matter how outlandish it might seem.
The information I shared was about the Star Rippling Dungeon, a notorious location within the ga world.
It was described as a dungeon that manifests only for those who possess sacred star techniques, a description aligning perfectly with Kagami's clan's legendary abilities.
This dungeon is supposed to be a training ground designed to enhance the power of those who wield star techniques.
The significance of such a place can't be overstated, especially for soone like Kagami, who's always been driven by the pursuit of strength and honor.
In the ga, this dungeon was a rare and elusive entity, only revealing itself to those it deed worthy.
'But in reality, it's not nearly as mythical as it sounds.'
The dungeon's location is actually quite close to the academy.
It's just that Kagami's father, the current patriarch of the clan, never actively sought it out, preferring to wait for a miracle rather than actively pursuing the opportunity.
His lack of initiative in searching for the dungeon has been a point of frustration for Kagami, who is determined not to fall into the sa complacency.
With this. I'm sure his interest is greatly piqued, likely driven by the knowledge that accessing such a dungeon could significantly elevate his skills and rectify the perceived inadequacies of his current training regin.
The idea that this dungeon might offer him a chance to surpass the limitations he faces is sothing he wouldn't easily dismiss.
In the ga, Kagami discovers the Star Rippling Dungeon through a mont of personal enlightennt—a dramatic revelation that guides him to the dungeon's location naturally. But in this reality, I'll take a different approach.
I'll offer Kagami a chance to upgrade his abilities ahead of ti, providing him with a potential advantage that he wouldn't have stumbled upon on his own.
"To be honest, I don't really know the credibility of the information, but—"
"But?"
"They say it's a dungeon that emits light similar to the stars above. The location is actually quite close. Do you want to check it out?"
Kagami looked at with skepticism, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the offer.
After a mont of hesitation, he simply grunted in response and returned to his bench, resuming his intense training regin.
His deanor was reserved, and he didn't voice much of his thoughts.
A man of few words, indeed.
His reaction was typical of soone like Kagami-careful but not dismissive.
The prospect of exploring a dungeon tied to his clan's sacred techniques was clearly intriguing, though he wasn't ready to show much enthusiasm.
As I watched him continue his grueling workout, a thought crossed my mind.
'I'll have to go with him'
I couldn't afford to let another opportunity slip by or risk another mysterious disappearance like what happened with the twins.
If Kagami is going to investigate this dungeon, I need to make sure I tag along.
Not only to ensure that he's safe but also to keep an eye on any potential developnts that might arise from this expedition.
...
After a satisfying training session, I was preparing to head to the training grounds to work on my swordsmanship with Seo.
Lately I'd been focusing on improving my proficiency, and while a dungeon expedition might offer greater benefits, especially given the nature of skill enhancent, training was still crucial.
From what I've noticed, training does play a significant role in accelerating proficiency.
For instance, my swordsmanship skills have shown notable improvent with consistent practice. Currently, my proficiency is at:
[Interdiate Swordsmanship (Proficiency 90%)]
As skills level up, the process of improving proficiency naturally becos more challenging. It's a known fact that higher levels require more effort and ti to advance.
However, I've discovered that the more I practice with the sword, the rate of proficiency increase actually doubles.
This explains why defeating A-B-rank monster could substantially enhance my skill level.
The efficiency of training thods contributes significantly to progress, and the rewards are often substantial.
Reaching this level of proficiency has on the cusp of advancing to Advanced Swordsmanship.
Once I achieve that, I'll be able to delve into learning more sophisticated sword techniques.
"Watch out!"
The familiar shout pierced through my thoughts, but before I could fully react, sothing fast and forceful collided with .
BAM!
"O-ow! That hurts~" A soft, pained voice lanted as I looked down to see Janica sprawled on the snowy ground, her red hair cascading around her like a vivid splash against the white
backdrop.
She looked up at with wide, concerned eyes.
"Ah- Riley, are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" she said, scrambling to her feet and bowing deeply
in front of .
Despite the collision, it was clear that she was the one who had taken the brunt of the impact. I wasn't hurt at all, though her concern was touching.
"It's fine," I reassured her, noting her anxious deanor and the subtle glow of mana that surrounded her. "But why were you in such a hurry?"
At my question, Janica's eyes widened in realization, and she started frantically searching the snow. "T-That's right, the letter! Where's the letter?" she exclaid, her panic palpable as she scanned the ground.
I spotted an almost crumpled piece of paper nearby and picked it up. "Is this it?" "Ah, yes, thank you!" she exclaid, her relief evident as she snatched the paper from my hands. Once again, a faint aura of mana enveloped her, a sign of her focus and urgency.
"I'll apologize properly later; I've got to go. Bye!"
With that, she dashed off, disappearing into the distance as she hurried toward the academic
district.
Watching her go, I couldn't help but smile.
Her hasty departure was a bit amusing, and while she didn't need to apologize further, her earnestness was clear.
Shaking my head in slight amusent, I was just about to make my way towards Seo's place
when sothing stopped in my tracks.
The paper that Janica had been so frantic about-the one she'd nearly collided with over-
had clearly been marked with the words "Club Proposal."
"Is she already moving forward with that club?" I thought.
If that was the case, it ant her progress with Lucas must be going quite well.
But then why wasn't Lucas with her?
In the ga, Janica had introduced the creation of the club alongside Lucas to Professor Luke,
a key character in the ga's narrative.
Yet, she had been alone just now, which didn't fit the pattern I was familiar with.
Was she eting with Lucas first before going to see the professor? That could be a
possibility, but I couldn't be certain.
Without Lucas present, the situation felt a bit off.
My mind was already running through possible scenarios and implications.
I was probably being a bit paranoid, but in a ga where every action had consequences, it
was crucial to consider all possibilities.
Haah...!!!
A sigh escaped as I scratched my head.
I turned around, heading in the direction Janica had taken, trying to piece together what
might be happening.
I've already warned Lucas about Professor Luke's dubious nature, and yet, he seed oblivious to the potential dangers.
The thought of Janica getting caught up in a problematic situation without Lucas's support
gnawed at .
"Lucas, that dense bastard," I muttered under my breath.
Even with my warnings, he might have underestimated the situation.
"N-no...."
'Lucas.... Please help!'
The air was thick with tension and fear as Janica's green eyes welled up with tears.
'Why is the professor doing this?'
Her breath ca in quick, panicked gasps, each one growing shorter as the heat of her fear and
the oppressive presence of Professor Luke weighed heavily upon her.
Her vision blurred, unable to focus clearly through the veil of impending dread.
"No...," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she looked helplessly at the professor who
was thodically unfastening his necktie.
She wasn't so innocent as to not know what the professor's intention was.
The action felt like a grim on, each movent heightening her anxiety.
The professor's cold, calculating gaze seed to ignite sothing primal within her, turning
her fear into a paralyzing terror.
As he approached her, the professor's hand reached out, gripping the collar of her dress with a
nacing intent.
With a sharp, tearing motion, he ripped it away.
The sound was like a knife slicing through the fragile veneer of her safety.
"Kyaa!!" Janica's scream pierced through the confined space, echoing off the walls in a
desperate plea for help.
Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of rescue or escape.
'Why can't I use my mana?'
'No I hate this sobody please...'
Professor Luke's expression hardened, a cruel smirk forming as he leaned in closer.
"You shouldn't plead for the impossible, Miss Janica," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
"No one can hear you right now.
The magical field I placed on the door is quite expensive, you know? Let's take our ti and
enjoy each other's company, shall we-"
BOOOM!!!
Before he could finish his nacing statent, a violent explosion shattered the oppressive
stillness.
The door to the room was blasted open with such force that the professor was thrown backward, colliding with the frigid gusts of wind that burst into the room. "Agh!" The professor grunted in surprise and pain, trying to recover his footing. But before
he could react, a solid, crushing force struck his head, slamming it down onto the cold floor.
"UUGHHCKK!!!"
The impact left him gasping and struggling as a powerful foot pinned him down, rendering him immobile.
His attempts to rise were futile against the overwhelming pressure.
The doorfra revealed a young man with piercing blue eyes, a chilling gaze that seed to cut through the darkness of the room and directly into the soul of the professor.
His presence was commanding, radiating a sense of authority and resolve. "Tsk...!" The young man's voice was low, almost disinterested. "I wonder what decision I made that backfired this ti"
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