Adapting to People?

"That martial art you just practiced; did you learn it on your own?" Maki was very curious about the method Hisagi used to train his body. After all, both of them relied on their physical strength to fight cursed spirits.

"It's a martial art that's perfect for strengthening the body, improving endurance, and performing better on the battlefield, even if you don't have a weapon in hand." The famous hand-to-hand combat style, better known as Hakuda, used a much higher mastery of strength.

This martial art was said to have enhanced Hisagi's combat level in many ways, but he wasn't sure if it would work for anyone else.

With this in mind, Hisagi asked, "Do you want to learn it?"

"Me? I don't think it would suit me." Maki was surprised. She had never imagined that Hisagi would offer so quickly to teach her a martial art that seemed quite powerful.

"Of course, it would suit you. This martial art is a combination of the best you can learn from all the others." Hisagi didn't think twice and responded confidently while explaining the principles of this martial art.

Masters of Hakuda are able to face opponents who are armed and might surpass them in physical strength. As mentioned earlier, anyone can learn it, but talent plays a big role.

The use of Hakuda is determined by the user's strength, physical power, and skill, allowing them to combine various martial art techniques.

"Basically, it's better coordination in combat."

"Something like that..."

Maki thought it would be more impressive and said with a bit of disinterest, "We'll improve more during practice. That's where we can refine our martial arts."

"That sounds good. So, are you hungry?" It was getting late, and of course, Hisagi didn't plan on missing a meal.

As sorcerers, they all had to eat properly, and to improve their performance on the battlefield, they needed to eat well. Since he had arrived here, Hisagi discovered during his first meal that there were special cooks who prepared meals under good conditions.

Depending on how hungry someone was, that's what they ate here, so Hisagi, who had quite the appetite, couldn't wait to get his hands on that delicious food.

"Well, it is pretty late." Maki noticed that it was getting dark, so they walked towards the dining hall, which was actually a small room connected to the dormitories.

Apart from the sorcerers in this place, there was no one else except the cooks, who actually lived here. No one from inside could leave easily, and outsiders couldn't even think of entering this school due to the barriers.

Yes, the sorcery school was protected by huge barriers that kept all kinds of living beings and others outside the grounds of Tokyo's school.

Hisagi had been adapting all this time. It was no longer about learning but about making friends. But the only ones he had spoken to were Panda and Maki, as there weren't many people around.

Toge, of course, had greeted him, but talking to someone who only pronounces food ingredients was quite difficult.

"You're late. Were you on a date?" Panda, as soon as he saw Maki and Hisagi enter the dining hall, couldn't help but shout with a huge grin.

"You're too loud, you dumb Panda." Maki shouted as she hit Panda, who was spreading peanut butter on Toge's sandwiches.

"Honey with milk."

Hisagi sat down with a huge plate of food, containing many more vegetables than he would normally eat, and asked, "How often do you go on missions?"

"Once or twice a week." Maki thought for a moment but didn't mind answering Hisagi, who had shown a sincere attitude after opening up to all of them.

Panda, on the other hand, wasn't so interested in talking about missions and asked, "Already thinking about the tough stuff? Take it easy. In the end, you'll be surrounded by so much trash that you'll be exhausted."

It's true that there were very few capable sorcerers around here, so if he were promoted to a special-grade sorcerer, he'd be subjected to witnessing labor exploitation firsthand.

But Hisagi wasn't doing it for others or glory. He had gained a power that many would dream of. His grandfather's death was nothing but a trigger for his hatred towards all spirits, and by taking Yamamoto's will, he would become unstoppable.

"Hey, Panda, don't you know you're not supposed to eat?" Maki shouted angrily, seeing Panda teasing her even more.

Toge was much quieter. If he considered everyone, Hisagi had grown fond of this silent friend. If there were ever partner missions, if things got a bit questionable, he'd have an excellent accomplice who wouldn't say much.

"It's not good to fight at the table..." Hisagi wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Soon the dining hall was filled with chaos, all because of a simple jam toast.

Little by little, a smile formed on Hisagi's face, who hadn't smiled naturally since long before his grandfather's death.

Maybe, just maybe, these people were worth protecting with his own life on the line.