Departing after hearing Galishia's and Larissa's good will. I can't help but wanting to match their wishful intent by experiencing a Fun Fruitful day. Which only increases what i had already intuited during Girlande's blowjob.
{Stats are affecting me. I've never done anything with the intention of fulfilling or meet the expectations «Others» may have of me. If i do anything. It's for my sake, satisfaction or benefit}.
The menacing trill of a Great Gryphon cuts my thoughts, echoing across the Lyceum's training fields, silencing the bustling excitement within the impatient Freshmen.
"Someone is falling!". Comments an appalled young lady, her small hand pointing to the obscure silhouette of a blonde woman jumping off her majestic flying mount.
The fall is immediate, landing thunderously, gushing air in a shockwave that pushes back or knocks to the ground some Freshmen.
The newcomer wears a brown Priestess attire reinforced with leather, tightly wrapped around her towering, robust complexion, remarking the ripness of her exuberant, trained muscles, with 10% fat, or even less, difficult to tell with how defined they are.
The Great Gryphon plummets ferally, coated in holy silver light, transforming itself into an ethereal wisp absorbed by the woman, igniting a fleeting glow in her silver irises.
"Freshmen. Welcome to Clamour. My name is Natvoshka Nydrikova". She states with a confident grin that it's not diminished by the scar of an old burn in the right side of her seasoned face. "Although you probably know me under the nickname of «The Redemption Breath», or «The Nydrikoff's Fist»".
The Freshmen's reactions are mixed, ranging from revered awe to panicked fear.
{She must be a celebrity of some sort}.
"My teachings are distinct to what any of you could expect from a Professor working in an institution of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. But by no means, less effective".
A reinforced carriage pulled by two oxen, stops behind Natvoshka. The metal cage contains a burly swamp ogre, moss coating his dark green skin. Stepping out from the wagon, his big mouth with crooked teeth contorting hideously, releasing his foul breath.
The driver uses both hands to throw a rustic bone club embedded with stones.
The monster is quick to grab the weapon, bellowing in rage, scaring the oxen, swinging widely and hostilely against Natvoshka.
The hit connects with the Professor's head, shattering the bone club and brittling the stone, sending small pieces like shrapnel, as the rest of the weapon is repelled.
Some Freshmen faint from the sudden shock, evidencing they had never seen a real wild monster during their entire lives.
However, Natvoshka didn't employ her Bodsh, despite this disadvantage, she remains immobile in her place, unflinching and unscathed after the attack, speaking calmly to the Freshmen. "«Ordinance», allows us to control our body to the extreme, increasing our density, and strengthening us further than any training would ever do".
The ogre continues it's assault, clunky swipes and slaps trying to harm or catch the tall Professor, who does precise dodges, too calculated to not be deliberate actions.
{She is aware of the motion as soon as the Creature begins to perform it!}.
"«Mentality». Not only serves to instill a better coordination between the Minions of the Embryons. It provides enhanced, or superior perception, far above and beyond of any natural sense".
The ogre's hand is finally about to connect a second hit on Natvoshka, but the monster's limb is stopped midway by a silver Reuleaux Barrier. "«Spirituality» empowers everything, but this ambivalence is what makes it direly unreliable, «Treat it as what it is», an «Extra Effort» not your «Base Line»".
The Barrier's ethereal edges change from a uniform oblong curve «(» to an elongated «S», rotating vertically, advancing in a spiral, mimicking a saw, cutting the fingers, hand, and forearm of the ogre, stumbling back, and turning around to retreat hurriedly.
"«Radiance» is manipulating what we possess, expressing it imaginatively. Lastly, and not less important, «Vitality», which is self explanatory, but is dependant on your own discipline, and Lineage… , «Dash»".
Natvoshka leaves a red ethereal trail behind her, reaching the fleeing ogre, her hand grabbing the monster's shoulder, pulling him back, slamming it on the ground, before she crushes the beast's head with a single stomp.
"«Practicality always surpasses Finesse». «Necessity overcomes Tradition». This are harsh constant truths, that even «Avrora Miuller» knew too well. Which is why Clamour is a Lyceum, and not an Academy or College, to reiterate the importance of personal Effectiveness, exceeding the banality of pride and customs to reach Greatness".
"Do not insult the memory of the Holiest Founder in Loutharn". Admonishes a short, slender effeminate young man clad in a blue gambeson intertwined with a chainmail. His blue eyes brimming with conviction, while the breeze barely graze the short, low ponytail of his dark lavender hair.
Natvoshka shakes her head with dismissive contempt. "It's incredible how much idiocy exist within the remains of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. Though comes as a nice explanation to the «Why» are most of you on their last stand. Unlike my Dukedom…". She snorts dismissively. "Those who don't want to be in my lessons, feel free to leave, and take away the weaklings who fell unconscious".
Two thirds of the Freshmen retire. The sight of a seven and a half foot woman standing over the corpse of a monster tends to have such effect. Though the deterrent is not sufficient to wave everyone's conviction. The young man from before continues on the training field, his will renewed with an evident goal.
"You won't leave?". Comments the Professor, hearing the effeminate young man's. "No. I'm going to prove you wrong".
"Hahaha. I don't need to see your future to know. But i'm telling you regardless, «You already fail». Still, it'll be amusing to watch your complete downfall, and realization, Pretty Boy".
The Professor licks her lips, smirking with a savage threatening edge, like a predator eyeing it's next prey.
"«Clamour: Combat Lyceum Avrora Miuller for the Orbis Unity and Resonance». The name has a double meaning. The literal: «Protecting the world with cohesive diversity». And the Figurative: «The Stats». «Mentality, Vitality and Spirituality» represented by the «Orbis». «Ordinance in Unity», along «Radiance in Resonance». Avrora Miuller Alzierich even used her «Birth Name» to show lineage is irrelevant. And i already explained why Clamour is not an institution that follows the guidelines of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. Learn the history to not commit the same mistakes, or you will repent when it's meaningless, knowing that if you weren't so stubborn and willful, perhaps, the outcome had never lead to the precarious situation your whole Family is in, «Esdren Ethmeron»"…