Ch. 15 Look For Sir Clove

The following day, Paskha got up before sunrise again and did exactly what he did the yesterday. This time he was more careful in controlling his soul force and decided to reduce his speed so he wouldn't run out of stamina too quickly.

Even if this method worked, still… the limit was only three and a half hours, and it only lasted a few minutes longer than yesterday. Nonetheless, Paskha would not give up and voraciously ate all the nutritious fare to replenish his stamina and mana.

On the third day, there was still the same until he decided to look for Sir Clove at school.

Kids his age who had performed the emergence ritual and had the potential to become soul masters decided to try entering the opening hall. As everyone expected, most kids couldn't last for more than ten minutes, even though the level of gravity used was still level one.

Meanwhile, other children who do not have strong attachments and come from ordinary families decide to return to school and only unlock three basic points next year.

Seeing Paskha return to school after the boy didn't come for three days made his classmates think Paskha also had given up on unlocking his points.

"Paskha, did you give up now?" teased one of his classmates.

"No. I came here to find Sir Clove."

"Sir Clove still teaches the junior class."

Paskha nodded once, then glanced at his friends and sighed in disappointment when he didn't find what he was looking for.

"Why? Are you looking for Sharleen?" his other friends teased, but Paksha ignored him.

"Where is she?"

"She was practicing in the opening hall. Because she had an eighth-grade source, she wanted to practice diligently to unlock all three points quickly. It seems she doesn't want to lose to you."

Paskha just gave a small smile upon hearing that. Since childhood, Sharleen has always practiced actively and has often made Paskha a role model. In addition, Sharleen has inevitable help thanks to the Mermaid blood she sips. There was no doubt that even in this life…Sharleen would become a soul master strong enough to make people knelt just hearing her name.

It's just… he genuinely hoped that the West Empire wouldn't glance at Sharleen. He didn't even wish for them to know Sharleen had a bond with a mermaid and was taking advantage of the girl.

One of the friends put his hand on Paskha's shoulder. "Paskha, we haven't played for a long time. How about we have a Toh game? Three against three."

Toh was a flying ball game that could only be received or given through the feet and head. The goalpost was a soccer ball-size ring at the height of two meters from the ground.

As a rule, no one could hold the ball with their hands or use soul skills. Of course, their soul skills were still sealed for young children like Paskha and the others who had yet to unlock the basic point.

Paskha loved to play this game the most in the past. Moreover, he always participated in the Toh championship tournament held every two years, and his team never lost.

Unlike the Toh ball for children, the goalpost for adults was located at the height of five meters from the ground. Of course, the difficulty level of entering the goal was much more difficult than a child's ball game.

But now… Paskha wasn't at all interested in the children's level.

"I'm sorry. I want to save up my stamina to prepare for the opening hall. I can't play."

"Ha? Didn't you come here because you gave up?"

Paskha sighed at the question from one of his friends. "I'm not giving up. I told you I came here because I wanted to see Sir Clove. I'll wait for him, then. Bye."

As soon as he arrived in front of the junior class, Sir Clove could feel the presence of his prospective direct student. He could even see the delinquent boy peering through the glass window to see him being mobbed by children.

One child fearlessly climbed on Sir Clove's back and asked, "Sir Clove, is that true? Are you going to stop teaching here?"

"That's right," came the answer.

"Why?" asked the child sadly, followed by the gloomy faces of the other children.

There was no doubt that Sir Clove was one of the favorite teachers for young children. Surprisingly, none of the mortal pupils at the Four Elements academy liked Sir Clove. It was all because of the strict and challenging way of teaching that Sir Clove earned the nickname the demon teacher of all time.

Getting complaints from the parents of the students forced the Four Elements to dismiss Sir Clove. That's why now Sir Clove only focuses on teaching in schools for children who haven't even opened their basic point.

"I am old, and many new teachers have more brilliant methods than me. It's about time I gave my position to a new generation. And you are the golden generation of this country in the future." explained Sir Clove gently as he brushed his finger on one of his pupils on the nose.

Paskha smiled broadly at the interaction between his teacher and the children. He remembered Sir Clove had paid attention to him and ensured he wasn't hurt. But as soon as he entered the third year of cultivation training, his teacher suddenly turned into a demon.

Coupled with Lord Gale's upbringing, who had appointed Paskha as his potential successor, his training was like steel piled on his shoulders.

After waiting several minutes in front of the class, the bell rang, signaling the end of school.

Enthusiastic little children ran here and there until someone climbed on the table to jump. Just as the boy was about to jump, a gust of wind circled like a rope and tied around the boy's tiny waist.

"How many times have I told you, you could get hurt if you jump off the table."

The boy laughed innocently without fear. "I know you will help me."

Sir Clove shook his head and controlled his wind rope to lower the boy down slowly.

After dropping the children out and meeting the parents who had picked them up, Sir Clove gave his attention to the 'bad boy' waiting for him.

"What's looking for me?"

Paskha made a sullen face and replied, "Sir Clove, am I not allowed to look for you?"

"Given your ambition to open three points simultaneously, you shouldn't be looking for me. But the fact that you're looking for me means you're at a dead end and expect me to help you. Is not it?"

"My… Sir Clove, is there nothing hidden from you? How did you find out?"

"Hmph! What is it that you can hide from me?"

"There is one thing, and I plan to tell you. However, I can only tell you that you appointed me as your direct disciple."

"To become my disciple, you must unlock the three foundational points before we leave for the mountain. Instead of getting used to the 'opening' hall, you've been training for your morning run for the past three days. Do you know you only have three days left?"

"I know. That's why I came here. Is there a solution to give me the stamina to withstand six hours of pressure?"

"None." was his teacher's indifferent answer.

"Sir Clove, even though I'm not your official disciple yet, at least I'm still a student of your class. Are you so heartless towards me?"

The tip of Sir Clove's lips twitched at the boy's puppy expression. Does this kid have no other tricks?