Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 31

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 31
The best way to make my talents bloom.
A direction for wielding this special Black Aura.
Simon pondered the question Bahil had posed, his eyes drawn to the blue flower field that bloomed all around him.
“Professor.”
“Yes?”
“Is there anything in the curse I just cast that deserves feedback?”
“Ah.”
Bahil smiled.
“Not letting success intoxicate you, but coolly examining yourself—that’s a healthy mindset. Excellent. If I may say so, your curse needs more emotion woven into it.”
“Ah, like when you give commands to the undead?”
For a moment.
Did Bahil’s expression really turn so cold, so suddenly?
Simon blinked, uncertain, and the next instant Bahil was smiling gently again, his face warm and composed.
“Yes, something like that. Emotion is an absolutely vital element in Dark Magic as a whole.”
Bahil withdrew his hand from Simon’s shoulder.
“Please don’t forget what I said just now.”
A snap of his fingers rang out, and at once the chatter of the surrounding students flooded back into clarity.
Bahil ruffled Simon’s hair gently and turned his steps elsewhere.
“Professor Bahil!”
A student named Dick shot his hand up. Bahil paused and asked, “Yes, what is it?”
“Could you… could you help me too? I’m having trouble making the flowers bloom……”
“Hoping for a lucky break and waiting to be spoon-fed is the mindset of the lowest amateurs. Keep repeating your attempts.”
“Ah… yes, sir.”
As Dick lowered his hand in embarrassment, Meilin beside him stifled a laugh with a quiet snort.
“……”
Still wrapped in the lingering weight of the moment, Simon set his jaw and brought his hands together before him.
‘All right. This time, I’ll do it myself…!’
Before the class bell rang,
Simon had mastered the Curse of Transposition perfectly.

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The next period was Hong Peng’s Martial Arts Study class.
True to form, they clung to a hippopotamus and headed somewhere. Today Hong Peng had chosen the Bamboo Forest Clearing as the lesson site, where a cool breeze drifted through.
After warming up with a hard run as always, Hong Peng taught the students basic techniques—straight punches, kicks, and other unarmed combat fundamentals.
Everyone spread out at a generous distance, driving fists filled with Black Aura or extending kicks, while teaching assistants circulated, correcting stances and explaining how to channel Black Aura properly.
And then.
“Here!”
Slap! Slap!
“Put more power here!”
Simon, adopting the same stance, had flushed a deep red. Hong Peng was striking his thigh repeatedly with the flat of her palm.
“Your arm position goes here! When you extend your leg, the opposite arm becomes the pivot! Core strength! Core strength!”
“Yes, sir!”
It was grueling for Simon.
It was natural for an instructor to guide by touching a student’s body, but for a blood-hot adolescent boy, having a beauty like Hong Peng press close against him was no easy thing to conceal.
“Simon! Are you going to keep failing to put power into your feet?”
“My apologies!”
Fearing another blow, Simon quickly corrected his stance. Once it met her standard, Hong Peng crossed her arms and nodded in approval.
“Good. Prepare for rotation.”
Simon’s leg moved. His left foot came forward.
“Black Aura Application.”
As the Black Aura gathered at the core of his waist, he rotated his body.
His heel rose naturally as his torso twisted into the ideal position. And the folded right leg unfurled.
Whooooosh!
His leg swept through the air, and the Black Aura flowing from his foot left a long, black trail like brushstrokes on canvas.
A kick worthy of a painting.
“Excellent!”
Hong Peng clapped her hands and beamed. Simon lowered his head in respect, sweat dripping down his face.
“You completed the Rotation Technique, but you fumbled four fundamental elements. Poor visual control, weak core engagement, your heel needs to turn farther, and the timing of Black Aura release on impact was too early.”
“…I apologize. I’ll pay closer attention.”
“Well, Simon’s doing quite well, actually. Keep at it!”
Hong Peng patted Simon on the shoulder before moving on to observe the other students.
A brief rest period was given.
“Mmm.”
Dick, sprawled lazily on the grass, cracked one eye open.
“Kamibarez.”
“Yes? Dick.”
“Don’t you think the professors have been showing Simon a bit of favoritism lately? Especially in Curse Study.”
She, sitting demurely beside him, covered her mouth and laughed.
“I wouldn’t call it favoritism, exactly.”
“Mmm—well, something feels off about it anyway.”
“Oh, don’t be petty.”
With a disapproving click of her tongue, Meilin approached, dressed in her Athletic Uniform.
Her sky-blue hair, usually cascading down gracefully, was tied back tightly today with a cord.
“And you call yourself part of Keyzen? Instead of wasting time sulking over someone else’s progress, why don’t you work on impressing the professors yourself?”
Dick chuckled.
“I’m not jealous—I was just raising a point. And you’ve got no room to talk, do you? The student who so boldly cast off a curse and climbed the hill during Martial Arts Study.”
Color flooded Meilin’s cheeks.
“Oh, stop bringing that up! Seriously!”
“I could milk that story forever—and did you even exchange a word with Professor Hong Peng this class? I’m telling you, you made an impression.”
“Maybe you should worry about making the right kind of impression yourself.”
Meilin raised her foot threateningly, and Dick yelped with laughter, rolling across the grass to escape.
“Honestly.”
She let out a long sigh, then turned her head sharply toward Simon.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Teach me something.”
Simon’s expression suggested he had no idea what she meant. Meilin’s face flushed crimson, and she made a small, embarrassed sound.
“You’re good at Martial Arts Study. Since Professor Hong Peng isn’t here, could you just check my form for me?”
Ah, that was it.
Simon smiled without answering, and a flustered Meilin quickly added:
“You know I’m facing a Cyclops for the Practical Assessment, right? If you help me out, my movements will improve, and then our assessment score will—”
“Don’t worry about all that. I’ll teach you anyway.”
Simon stepped before her with a kind smile.
“Get into your stance.”
……
Meilin grew embarrassed and made another small sound before muttering an inaudible “thank you.”
Then she awkwardly assumed a kicking stance. Simon crouched down and carefully examined her body from top to bottom.
“It’s a mess.”
“I—I know!”
Meilin squeaked.
Simon pointed.
“First, you’re way too tense. Your lack of confidence shows in your form—I can see it instantly. Loosen up a little, relax your body, and try the stance again as naturally as you can.”
She nodded and stood more comfortably. The stiffness faded somewhat.
“Move your left foot back a bit more, and keep both fists loose and light in front of you—wait, that’s your right foot. Your left foot is the one on your non-dominant side.”
“I—I know that, you idiot! I’m just nervous and mixed it up!”
She argued back sharply even as she quickly corrected her stance.
“Gather your Black Aura at your waist and hold steady. Yes, that’s right. And put pressure on the balls of your feet, then rotate.”
“Like this?”
“No, no. I don’t mean spin like a top—you need to turn from your core, snapping at the waist. And when you rotate, channel the Black Aura along the back of your thigh—”
“Here?”
She pointed with her hand to her leg, and Simon shook his head.
“Higher up.”
“Here?”
“No, that’s too high. A little lower.”
“Here?”
“That’s just your knee.”
“Ugh! I’m wearing an Athletic Uniform, not naked! Just touch it and show me!”
She burst out in frustration.
But her outburst came so suddenly and loudly that everyone nearby could hear.
Touch—touch—touch—Meilin’s voice echoed across the Mountain Ridge like a song.
“…….”
“…….”
Antennae went up all around.
Female students obsessed with romance began murmuring excitedly. Even Kamibarez seemed to cover her mouth demurely.
Meilin’s face flushed crimson as she flailed her arms wildly.
“No, no! That’s not what I meant! I was asking him to fix my stance! My stance!”
But the truth no longer mattered.
Watching the rumor spread rapidly among the female students, Meilin’s expression went blank.
Then she turned to Simon urgently.
“What—what are we going to do? Say something!”
“I don’t know. Besides, you asked me to touch, so I’ll touch.”
Simon strode forward and placed his hand precisely on Meilin’s Athletic Uniform.
“Concentrate your Black Aura here.”
And he took hold of her ankle.
“Rotate your body and shift it this way.”
‘This crazy bastard!’
Was now really the time for this?
Her face burned crimson to its limit, her lips trembling slightly, when Simon spoke in a low voice.
“Just do as I say.”
“W-what?”
“Getting flustered and bouncing around will backfire. You have to show directly that it was a misunderstanding to clear it up.”
Simon got up with an unbothered expression and took hold of her arms and shoulders, correcting her posture.
Meilin found herself nodding and adjusted her stance. Students who’d heard the rumors and come to watch saw what they were doing.
“Oh, he really was just fixing her posture.”
“I knew Meilin was a bit of a character.”
“Simon’s so thoughtful~”
Finally finished with the posture correction, Meilin rotated her body and kicked her leg high into the air. Her muscular leg shot upward, but she lost her balance and landed on her backside in the grass.
Ha ha ha! Laughter erupted from those watching nearby. Simon chuckled and placed his hands on his hips.
“You’ve got a long way to go, but well done.”
“……Yeah, okay.”
Just then, several female students who’d been watching nearby called out to Simon. They were asking him to teach them the kick as well.
Simon smiled kindly and corrected their postures.
‘……What on earth is this guy.’
Meilin bit her lip slightly.
Time passed, and the Martial Arts Study class ended. For the exhausted students sprawled across the grass, Keyzen had prepared Teleportation Magic circles once again.
“Meilin! I heard all about it!”
Dick appeared giggling, propping up the back of his head. Meilin, who’d been talking with Kamibarez, shot him a withering glare.
“Hey, don’t. Really.”
“No, I mean about my friend. If a couple exchanges words like ‘touch’ and ‘posture,’ what would one think…….”
“Don’t do that!!”
Meilin pulled her bag from Subspace and started pummeling Dick with it.
Dick, who tried to run away, tumbled into the grass and yelped. Simon and Kamibarez laughed aloud.
“Ugh! Ugh! Don’t just stand there—stop her!”
“Let’s go, Kamibarez.”
“Yes!”
The two of them ignored Dick and quickly lined up for the Teleportation Magic circles.
“But Kamibarez, do you remember what the next class is?”
“Oh! I remember. It’s Summoning Study.”
Hearing that, Simon’s mouth curved into a subtle smile.
‘Finally!’

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