The Author's POV

"Here you go, you are all patched up now."

Raising my hand which was now bandaged, I thanked the nurse.

"Thank you."

Thankfully I was able to coat my hand with some mana, otherwise, the extent of my injury would've been worse.

'...If only I was an orc.' I thought.

Unfortunately, because all of my mana was focused on my sword and feet, and given that everything happened in split second, by the time I touched the sword, my bare hand came into contact with the sword, hence the injury.

Had my skin been as tough as that of an orc, I may have been able to come off unscathed. Sadly it wasn't.

Unlike orcs, a human's body was not as though. Although it does become stronger with each rank, a real difference would only appear if someone practiced a body-based art, which was something I didn't have.

An example of this would be Han Yufei's art. An art that specialized in hardening the body, and making it tougher.

This incident right here hardened my resolve to get that art.

"It was no big deal."

The nurse smiled.

She had short brown hair, with a few wrinkles by the side of her eyes. Even though she was in the later stages of her life, she was still fairly beautiful in her own right.

Taking my hand, the bandaged one, and turning it around, the nurse reminded me.

"Your injury is nothing serious. It's just a small cut that should heal in about a day with the ointments I gave you. You can take a potion to heal it in an instant, but that would be a waste."

"Sure."

Taking my hand away from the nurse, I turned to look at the kid on the nearby bed.

He was the same kid that was responsible for this incident.

"How's his situation?" I asked.

"Hmmm."

The nurse's brows creased.

Standing up from her seat, she slowly walked up next to him and placed her hand on his forehead.

After a while, she responded.

"He doesn't seem to be injured on anything, but the mana inside of his body is still unstable. He should have no problem making a full recovery in a couple of days."

"I see."

This was a piece of good news.

However, despite that, I was not happy in the least. That was simply because I found the situation quite odd.

'Ricardo Mainz, seventeen years old, and ranked 1113. He is amongst the weakest in the class, and has a talent limit of D, which should now be C.'

That was the information I had on the student before me.

The more I looked through his information, the more I was sure that there was something fishy going on about the situation.

He just looked like the perfect target.

Given his low rank and talent, by simply exploiting his insecurities, I could see how the incident could've been deliberate.

"Where is the professor?"

Just then, raising my head and staring at the area around me, I suddenly realized that Professor Thomas was missing.

Turning my head, I questioningly looked at the nurse.

"Have you seen him somewhere? I swear he was just here a minute ago."

"Don't worry about him."

Taking her hand away from the student's forehead, the nurse went back to her seat.

"He's currently at the faculty center. He is going there to explain the situation to the higher-ups. He said that he will come back soon."

"Ah, okay."

This made sense.

Since he was the professor in charge and something happened during his watch, he naturally had to go and explain to the elders what happened.

Still, I was not too pleased with him.

Had it not been for my intervention, something bad would've happened. Just what in the world was he doing?

'I think I need to talk to Donna about him.'

Perhaps I may be overthinking and he was innocent, but I didn't want to take any risks.

The best course of action right now would be for me to talk to Donna and convince her to have him fired, which shouldn't be too hard considering that he wasn't really that good of a teacher.

I guess it's also time for

I glanced

sure that he was

you for your help,

"Have a good day."

"Mhm."

***

Section B, Donna's office.

To Tok—!

"Come in."

knocking on Donna's office room, and hearing her voice, I opened the door

hand down, Donna

"What's going on Ren?"

talk about

to leisurely sit down on Donna's

saw this, but before she

needs to be

"Hm?"

hands came to a pause. Her face

evidence about his involvement

"No."

I shook my head.

concrete proof as of yet. However, he needs to be fired for the simple reason that he's

"..."

looked back without blinking my eyes. This persisted for a

"Haaa..."

chair,

I know what you're trying to say, however, if you don't have proof of his involvement in the

"What? Why?"

to the side and opening her drawer, she took out a contract and placed it on the

We cannot terminate his

have a

body forward I grabbed the contract and pulled it my

a very good teacher be a good enough

were going

of holographic images sprung in the air. On them was a series of different tables

"What's this?"

curiously asked, as my eyes

"Hold on."

dragged a particular chart in front of her. Checking it for a bit, swiping her finger, the chart

"Have a look."

my hand, the chart stopped in front of

"This..."

seeing the numbers on the

staring at Donna who had a wry smile on my face, I blinked my eyes and once again stared at

'How is this possible?'

classes included. What the graph depicted was the score the students got for the course [Psyons adaptability in combat and control], and most shockingly

"H...how?"

managed to mutter

head and staring at Donna, I incredulously

for his class to get such scores? I

"I also don't know."

sounded helpless about the situation

like you, I've been to his lessons, and I can fully understand where you are

"Shit..."

my hand, I leaned my body on

the chart, I noticed that there was a large disparity between the lower-ranked students

clear to me that the only reason why the median was so high was because of the higher-ranked

on the

"If it's lik—"

sentence, cutting me off was the sound of someone knocking

To Tok—!

head I looked at Donna. Turning her head,

"Come in."

Clank—!

none other than Kevin. Once my eyes paused on him, I couldn't

"Oh god."

"Oy."

frown emerged

"What are you doing—!"

"Don't talk to me."

finish his sentence. I then looked at him with

least a week, I don't know you, I have never heard of you, and you have never heard of me.

his post still sent

between Kevin and me, Donna leaned her head to the side

up with

my head snapped in her

want to know what

"Wait, Ren..."

my body to the side and taking my phone out from my pocket, I unlocked my screen

I found it, I smacked my phone

"Donna, have a look."

"Sure."

the phone, Donna looked at the screen. Her face quickly turned