Volume 3 Chapter 154

Volume 3 + Chapter 154: Disrespecting One’s Teacher

Looking at Xia Yi in front of her, Hill couldn’t help but recall the past.

That was back when Hill was a child, just becoming a student of the Human Sword Saint.

At that time, the Human Sword Saint was still a dignified and awe-inspiring teacher.

“What’s wrong, Daniel? Is this your limit in battle?”

The Human Sword Saint, Wright Schubert, was instructing his student.

Among them, the young Daniel gripped his sword, sparring against Wright.

Daniel was already drenched in sweat, his training clothes soaked through. He kept swinging his sword, trying to force his teacher back.

Clang, clang, clang!

The light of the blades kept flashing.

Hill sat in the spectator’s seat, watching the battle in the training ground, learning as she observed.

“Swift Shadow Sword!!”

Daniel roared, unleashing his ultimate technique. He poured all his strength into it, and the speed of his slashes surged greatly, leaving afterimages behind.

Countless sword shadows completely filled the space around Wright.

“Too slow!”

Facing the storm of blades, Wright didn’t even bother to hold his sword. He simply used his naked eyes to discern Daniel’s attack trajectory and avoided them with ease.

This made Daniel feel immense pressure, his resolve wavering.

For the Swift Shadow Sword was always considered an extremely powerful move—within a short burst, a swordsman could push their ability to its limits, overwhelming the opponent with countless rapid strikes, forcing them to crumble amidst the flurry of blades.

Yet against Wright, it had no effect.

Not only was he unruffled, he hadn’t even needed to use his sword to parry. It posed no threat at all.

The gap in strength was simply too vast, leaving Daniel almost in despair, even feeling that all his efforts were meaningless.

“Not good…”

“You hesitated, Daniel!! Hesitation makes your blade dull, it could even cost you your life!!”

Suddenly, Wright swiftly swung his sword.

Daniel’s face went pale. Because of his shaken resolve, he revealed a fleeting opening.

How could such a flaw escape the Sword Saint’s eyes? With a backhand slash, Wright’s sword light pierced through the mass of afterimages and struck Daniel’s hand.

“Ugh…”

Daniel cried out, his sword flying from his grip and clattering to the ground. That marked the end of the duel.

He was deeply frustrated, yet utterly helpless.

“Teacher, you’re too strong. I can’t possibly defeat you.”

“Daniel, you’ve grown complacent,” Wright said sternly. “I admit your talent is outstanding, far above others your age. But this has made you arrogant, even conceited. Recently, you’ve been basking in pride, eager to show off your swordsmanship to others, haven’t you?”

“I…”

Daniel was at a loss for words.

“Your future enemies won’t always be weaker than you. If you encounter someone stronger, what will you do? Will you, like today, falter once you realize the gap, and then accept your defeat as if it were only natural, only to complain about it afterward?”

Under Wright’s scolding, Daniel nearly wanted to sink into the ground in shame.

“I’m sorry, Teacher…”

“We are swordsmen. Don’t just express your heart with words. Go—pick up the sword you dropped. Prove yourself,” Wright said. “Only by facing your own defeat can you grow.”

“I understand!!”

Though his body was already nearing its limit, Daniel turned his shame into strength. He picked up the sword and rekindled his fighting spirit.

“Teacher Wright, please fight me once more!!”

Wright gave a small nod.

At that moment, little Hill, who was watching at the side, felt the extraordinary aura of the Human Sword Saint. Her eyes were full of admiration for her teacher. Just by watching him, she was stirred to her core by his actions and words.

“One day, I will definitely become as outstanding as Teacher Wright!” she said.

…

…

However…

“I—I…”

Hill still felt it was unbelievable.

She had just pinched Teacher Wright’s cheek…

Her most admired teacher, pinched on the face by her, and even acting spoiled toward her?

This was simply absurd.

“Teacher Hill, why are you spacing out?” Xia Yi blinked her eyes.

To Hill at this moment, Xia Yi’s childish voice sounded sweet like ice cream…

What was worse, after pinching the black-haired loli’s soft cheeks, she suddenly had an even stranger thought.

The teacher is so cute.

If it were the Hill of the past, she could never have imagined that one day she would think her teacher was truly cute.

That kind of thought—surely it was wrong!!

Toward one’s teacher, wasn’t it outright disrespect?

Such a word as cute shouldn’t be applied to the teacher she revered most.

How did it come to this…

“…Xia Yi.”

“Mm?” Xia Yi looked innocently at Hill. “I’m here, Teacher Hill. Do you have something you want to say to me?”

Hill raised her head, having accepted the reality of her teacher’s feminization, gazing at her.

I really want to hug her, and rub her…

“…!!”

Hill was suddenly frightened by the thought she just had.

Why would she harbor such an outrageous idea toward her teacher!

As a student, she ought to respect her teacher.

This was wrong.

Yet—the teacher really is so cute.

Another voice echoed in Hill’s heart, like a devil’s temptation.

To think this way was to disrespect her teacher—but the teacher really was adorable.

Such voices kept repeating in her mind, almost breaking through her resistance.

“…Want some? Xia Yi.”

As if possessed, Hill took out a piece of candy.

“This is!!”

Xia Yi’s eyes lit up wildly as she saw the candy in Hill’s hand.

It was osmanthus cake!

For her favorite dessert, the little princess had no resistance at all.

But… to show such an un-dignified side before her student, wasn’t that improper?

At first, Xia Yi thought so.

But then she reconsidered—actually, maybe it wasn’t a big deal?

After all, Hill didn’t know her true identity.

Eating one piece today wouldn’t matter.

“Here.”

Hill unwrapped the candy and placed it before Xia Yi. Even knowing it was a disrespectful act, she still wanted to do it.

Feeding…

Successful.

“Ehehe~” Xia Yi cupped her cheeks, savoring the osmanthus cake, her face full of joy.

This sight stunned Hill all over again.

She felt that her teacher’s cuteness had multiplied, overwhelming in its power.

Cute—so be it.

Perhaps the teacher had long gotten used to, or even enjoyed, being treated as a girl?

Otherwise, how could she have become so feminine, so thoroughly like a girl?

Thinking this way, Hill no longer felt such guilt or burden about her thoughts and actions.

Looking at the utterly adorable Xia Yi, more thoughts welled up in her heart.

Since it’s already like this, should I… do something even more… disrespectful to my teacher?