At dinner in the cafeteria, students kept going to Istar’s table to congratulate her on winning the Tournament.
Synesia rolled her eyes by the tenth time a student asked how she got so good, and she answered, for the tenth time, that she studied a lot in the Library and that she was practising every free moment she had, instead of only fooling around or playing useless games.
Eventually, they all stopped asking anything more of her, and tried their luck with the others, receiving the same answers.
Tharn
System Sword Record 2, World Ariansyl Upon leaving my Master’s World through a Magical Portal, we faced complete darkness around us. A quick analysis shows that nothing existed here, but there were traces of a Portal, so as soon as my Master asked where we were, I was able to answer. “This appears to be a Magical interconnection between Worlds, Master. I detected remnants of a Magical Portal that I believe we can track.” “Can you create another Portal so that we leave this place? It gives me the creeps!” “World detected. Portal connected. Get ready, Master.” Another Portal appeared in front of him, and he took one step forward, crossing it. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to the sunlight around. My analysis shows that it is indeed another World, and Magic is coming from the World itself, and everything around has Magic within. My new Master asked, “System Sword, what is this place? Is it really a different World? The Hooded Mage is here?” “The Portal connected to thi
My Master ran straight at her and tried to hit her in the head with the side of my blade, aimed at only knocking her out. Without even moving her arms from over her chest, she kept on evading every single one of my Master’s attacks. I can’t sense her next movements to help him, and I don’t know if she is using some kind of Magic, or if she is that good. Then, with such a speed that my Master could not match, she grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and punched my hilt with such strength that he let me go. She then pushed him back with a powerful open palm on his chest that sent him flying backwards, and he rolled on the floor a couple of times before stopping. The strange little girl grabbed me, and I couldn’t even feel her hand on my hilt. It was as if she was not here. She looked at me from top to bottom and bent me a little to test my steel. She smiled at my Master and said, “This is a good sword, despite its weird characteristics. So, are you going to answer me, or do I need to turn
In the middle of the night, Istar woke up because of the noise of a voice in her room. She tried to keep her eyes closed and fall asleep again, but Tharn was speaking during his sleep as if he was having a terrible bad dream.When she heard him scream for something or someone to stop, she lit the candle on her bedside table and got out of bed to go to him.She cleaned his forehead, which was dripping with sweat, and spoke in a low tone, “Calm down, Tharn. You are safe. Everything is alright. You are here with me, and everything is okay.”
When Tharn dropped the pants, Istar noticed he was wearing some kind of strange underwear that reached his knees. It was made of a strange fabric, and it was tight. “What is that? I never saw anything like it.”“It is called shorts. These were made in a World I visited. They made it with rubber made from tree sap. A very special tree that I never saw in another World. It also has a layer of soft fabric inside, in the genital and butt areas, for comfort.”As he dropped the shorts, Istar crouched and pulled them, amazed by the elasticity. &ldquo
Istar shook her head, and she wondered what his confusion could be. “No, there have to be some feelings involved. Cathras are not wild animals that can’t control their urges, you know? Even thinking that is very insulting, and it is better if you never say anything like that ever again!”Tharn asked as he was opening the door for them to leave. “Sorry, but I have to ask. If I flirt with Synesia, she won’t breed with me at the first opportunity we get? Or Catkind women are different?”
Istar gulped and whispered with a stutter, “I-I am n-not interested… Do… Do what you want, I don’t care!”“Good, thanks!”Synesia approached Tharn and whispered in his ear, “In two days, it will be my fertile time. I hope you want to have a good time with me because I want to breed with you before my fertile time starts. Just by seeing your body, I am feeling myself melting, and after touching you, I can barely hold myself back.”
During breakfast in the cafeteria, students kept on asking Istar and her group if they were really going to quit School, and while a few were telling them it was a bad idea, a lot more were congratulating them for their courage. When they finished and exited the cafeteria, carrying two bags each with their clothes, weapons, books, and School materials, every student with whom they crossed paths wished them good luck. At the main entrance, the Principal and a group of Teachers were there, and when Tharn stopped in front of the Principal, he asked, “To wh
After nearly twenty minutes, they reached the edge of the forest, and Synesia told the bears to stop before they emerged onto the road that led to the City. They all jumped to the floor, and she made her white Frost Elementals disappear, and as she stretched her arms up, she said, with a smile on her face, “That was fun! What about if you used that pretty sword of yours and took out those bushes, Tharn?” With a few slashes, they reached the side of the road, just in time to see a caravan that was going along it towards the City. A rider dressed in dark brown clothes approached them and asked, “Hello. What are you all doing here?” Synesia smiled at the bearded man with a serious look and said, “Hello there! We are going to the City. Can we join the caravan? It would be nice to get a ride on a waggon instead of walking to get there!” “You walked all the way here? From where did you come?” Without hesitating, Synesia answered with their cover story, “From the Summoning Magic School