Ch. 11 I'm Not A Normal Kid

"Brat. Why do you look gloomy as if you only have fifth-grade innate mana?"

Paskha exhaled his most extended sigh that day before explaining his intention of coming here. "Sir Clove, if you weren't the intermediary between the land and the mountain of immortality, I would still be looking for you."

"Ho? Why so?"

"Sir Clove, please make me your direct disciple."

Sir Clove seemed a little surprised to hear this, then shook his head, saying, "I've never accepted a direct disciple and have no intention of looking for one any time soon. I've been looking for someone who can pass on my true mastery, but there was no match. So I decided to give up."

"What are the requirements to become your direct disciple?"

"At least that person has full tier source and two active soul types." Eh? Isn't this kid...

"Didn't I fit your terms?" asked Paskha in a very confident tone and sounded a bit arrogant if you could say so.

Sir Clove chuckled at the boy's proud tone. "It is true. But you chose the path of the immortals."

"Even so, can I still not be your disciple?"

Clove has seen Paskha ever since the boy learned to walk. It was Sir Clove who also taught him how to read and write. That's all because Sir Clove was the principal benefactor of the orphanage where Paskha grew up since his parents died.

Paskha stood there with a puppy face and looked at Sir Clove.

Sir Clove frowned and strained his eyes to resist the enchantment of his beloved student's pitiful gaze. He admired the talent and rapid progress experienced by Paskha. But that doesn't mean he will give in to the boy's every whim so easily!

"Are you sure you want to become my direct disciple?"

"I've never been this sure in my life." Paskha nodded twice while giving a hopeful look that was hard for his future teacher to refuse.

"You're only seven; what do you mean by your whole life?" Sir Clove shook his head but was moved to see no doubt in Paskha's eyes. "Okay. If you wish to become my disciple, you must be able to open the three main energy flow points before we leave for Deerhill."

"Okay. I will do it!!"

Hearing this very confident answer made Sir Clove surprised. He had taught the theory in class but had never had his students practice it before the emergence ritual day.

Opening the three main energy flow points required at least one to three months as long as one practiced diligently. But for a genius and very talented like himself, Sir Clove and Lord Gale only needed two weeks to open these three points.

Even though Paskha was very talented, he didn't expect that this child would give such an optimistic reaction in facing such a difficult challenge from him.

"Hoy, did you know that opening three points of elementary energy flow is not easy? Normal children generally need one to three months."

"But I'm not a normal kid."

Sir Clove was astonished to hear that. He was even speechless, listening to the proud tone as if he knew how much power he had.

Of course, Paskha was very confident about this challenge, considering that his previous life's memories were still clearly displayed in his mind.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Sir Clove cleared his throat slightly to shake off his daze. Really… among his school's students, only Paskha could give him surprise after surprise.

"Okay. In that case, I'll take you home now." in one movement of the hand, Sir Clove opened the portal door leading to the children's hostel where Paskha lived.

"Sir Clove, will I be able to create portals like you one day?" Previously, Paskha did not have this ability because he could not teleport.

But with different soul types and peak-level innate mana, having a teleport ability was no longer an impossible task.

"Hm… it depends on what kind of support ability you have."

"How about a healer?"

Sir Clove shook his head. "If your support ability is as a healer, you can never have the ability to teleport."

Paskha sighed in resignation at the firm tone of his teacher and followed Sir Clove's footsteps past the line of the portal door. Arriving in front of the boardinghouse gate, they heard the sound of wolves howling in the distance and several explosions.

"Hhhh…" Sir Clove sighed heavily at this. "It seems that the Golden General will not be able to rest today."

Paskha was silent hearing this. He felt something amiss about this incident. Aggressive soul beasts often appeared to hunt for food at night. However, they would all leave once a high-level soul master chased them away.

Why did these beasts insist on fighting the Golden General? What's more… somehow, the sound of this wolf's howling differed from the wolves he had heard.

"Sir Clove. Didn't the wolf's howl just now sound bizarre?"

Sir Clove looked at Paskha with a complicated look as if he wanted to split this child's brain to find out what Paskha's way of thinking was. "How did you know there was something strange about that wolf's howl? Have you ever heard of it before?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant. It was rare for a wolf to come here. Also, there's a senior who can imitate soul-beast sounds, so I've heard his clone wolf voice. But… this one differs greatly from the senior's imitation voice."

"Ah, you mean Jayden. He was extremely talented at imitating spirit beast sounds and even has spirit abilities when communicating with beasts."

Paskha immediately nodded in agreement with his teacher's words while his heart sighed with relief. If Paskha had not given a reasonable explanation, Sir Clove would have interrogated him in various ways.

"Your guess is right. This is not the sound of an ordinary wolf, but rather a two-headed demon wolf."

Two-headed wolf?! It was a high-level soul beast that only a soul master at the level of Lord Gale or Sir Clove could defeat!

Moreover, high-level beasts never come out from the inner of the forest. What did the beasts do to the human settlements?

"Go inside. A palace defense array already protected this place. You guys will be fine."

"Okay. Are you going to help Lord Gale?"

"He will be fine. Hurry up and get in there."

Paskha complied and walked quickly into his dorm without caring about the sharp stares that stabbed his back from inside.

It wasn't that he didn't care, but he didn't feel it. It was because his mind was now filled with what the two-headed demon wolf had brought to this place. As far as he could remember, the two-headed demon wolf had never attacked this small town, even though it was located in the outermost part of the Eastern Empire.

On the other hand, Sir Clove wondered… did Paskha know what kind of ability he had?

Although the three soul types he possessed and the ninth-grade innate mana were not an open secret, no one had ever seen him battle except for Lord Gale. As a result, everyone considered Clove a failure who couldn't use the potential of his soul skills.

But this little Paskha... not only was the boy determined to make him his direct tutor, but Paskha also expected him to help Lord Gale?

Why does Clove feel that Paskha knows that he is stronger than Lord Gale?