"We are going to form a little team," William paused before adding, "you'll bring a few of your trusted and capable friends and subordinates, and then head outside to do a rcenary task."
"...!!!"
The three changed eyes together, and without saying a single word they all saw the sa doubts and shock in the eyes of others.
"What quest?" Sara asked the question the other two had in mind, "and why forming a team for just one mission?"
"Who said it's just for one mission?" William's face turned slightly serious, "you saw it yourselves, being with has its own benefits, right?"
He referred to the knowledge he got, and he was talking about the three techniques he gave them.
"Do you an…" Peter paused in imnse shock, while Lang recalled the sa William he t before, the one who pulled out a miracle in his clan when everyone thought too low of him.
"Do you have more techniques like these?" Sara asked the question that neither Peter nor Lang did.
"Of course," William laughed, "after all, I got a formidable master by my side."
"Who?" Sara asked again, feeling like William was a bottomless pit.
Every ti she t him, she'd get surprised by what he'd say or do.
"The sa master who taught you the way to handle the bears?" Lang recalled what William once said before back at the ti of the Long clan's disaster.
"I got only one master," William laughed again, "and she taught lots of things already, things that I bet none of you, no one here in the academy will know a thing about."
"That ans…" Sara looked in a weird way towards William before adding, "your master isn't part of the academy?"
"She isn't," William nodded in confirmation, "and she doesn't want her identity or whereabouts to be known by others."
He knew they got tons of questions about his proclaid master. To put an end to such useless questions, he added the best excuse he kept using even in front of the scary and formidable figures of the academy.
"So…" Peter got the aning behind William's words, "you are doing this on impulse or…"
"Per my master's orders," William leant again on his white lie, "she wants to find good disciples in the academy, support and teach them part of the knowledge she imparted to ."
"For what exactly?" Sara was still having doubts about this weird master of William. Others might have not known this, but William kept living in the academy for the past two years as a porter!
He didn't get out except to help others execute missions at the outer parts of the forest, never venturing beyond that.
She got to learn about this from her grandfather, as the latter received such reports of his earlier request to investigate William's past history.
So, the story of William's mysterious master was a story that got filled with tons of holes in her eyes. However as not all of William's moves were recorded, she wasn't able to negate such a possibility.
After all, the three techniques William taught her, and the weird way he used to assess her spirit, in addition to his knowledge about the spirit dormant elent issue made William not the sa one appearing in the records delivered to her grandfather.
"That's her issue, not sothing I can delve into or dare to speculate," William acted as if he was truly terrified of his proclaid master, envisioning the image of his old master in his past life to make his words more acceptable.
"She asked you to form a team, go outside and train it?" Lang got used to such a version of William, so he was the first to accept what the latter said, "but we are just four."
"Five," William corrected him, "don't forget about Berry."
Lang didn't forget Berry, but he didn't count John in their team. In his eyes, John was better suited to be a normal part of the team, not soone sitting on the sa table as everyone else.
William got what Lang tried to say, and got that he didn't miss Berry, and yet he corrected him to make sure they all got his aning.
Even if it was a common spirit master, as long as he was determined and capable, as long as he got William's trust, then he was eligible to sit on the sa table with them.
"Ok," he got William's hidden ssage. And even if Lang didn't like it, he still got the reasons behind such a decision by him.
William lived as a porter for so long to develop such a weakness towards any supposedly suppressed and less respected spirit masters, or that was what Lang thought.
"But five? It's too low for a team," Sara spoke again, and didn't mind the issues Lang and Peter thought and cared about.
"I know," William nodded, "that's why you got one day to recruit others."
"We?!!" the four of them asked at the sa ti, even the all silent John finally spoke up as he added, "but… All I know are common spirit masters."
"I don't know many," Sara said in hesitation, for the first ti since she stepped in here, "and all I know are already doing tasks outside or serving other masters in the academy."
"I can't guarantee anything," Peter added, "all the ones I know are from my clan, but I can't force anyone to join."
Lang was the only one who didn't say a single word. After all, the fa and reputation of William in the Long clan was already huge.
Since the day of that great battle, William's na kept echoing almost in most of the discussions inside the clan.
News about what he did back then spread over the days following the battle, ending up creating a great image of William.
Lang knew if he spread the word, many would co and ask to join their team. Even stronger and older disciples in higher classes might even actively approach him to join William's team.
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