"This seems feasible!! But... it's troublesome needing fresh Kelan beans. They only grow in scorching zones. The entire Kasmo Empire probably has none. I'll search south later!" After reading this Demon Potion formula that reverses magic effects—and combining it with her years of Demon Potion research—Rebecca roughly deduced its efficacy. She was overjoyed.
Just then, a booming voice cut in: "Hey there, noble lady... Oh! Sister! My apologies, Sister! Normally, I allow free time during PE, but it's the semester's start—we have tests. You can't just skip!"
Rebecca looked up at the teacher who'd rushed back, feeling a slight headache. Logically, as a newcomer, she shouldn't stand out. He shouldn't have noticed her absence. No guessing needed—she'd been snitched on.
"Come on, for your own good. It's just one class. Today's just running and simple exercises."
"My... skirt... is narrow..." To avoid trouble, Rebecca didn't want conflict.
Noko glanced at her nun skirt. "Change into the academy sports uniform..."
The academy provided both formal and sports uniforms. Earlier students had already changed in the locker room.
"I'm... a new transfer..." Rebecca replied honestly.
Noko paused, studying the girl whose beauty had stunned him at first sight. "Hmm... right. Never seen you before. Transfer student? Ah, forget it. That nun outfit won't work for exercise. Skip training today. But you can't stay in class—come watch from the sidelines."
Thankfully, unlike Professor Monise's two-faced sarcasm, this teacher was decent. Rebecca obediently stood and followed Noko, clutching the Alchemy Codex.
They reached the field. From afar, Rebecca saw students causing chaos and sighed inwardly—what terrible brats. When they spotted her escorted by Teacher Noko, the rowdiness died down. Rebecca sharply noticed the boy she'd beaten today smirking at her. Perfect. It's you. No doubt—you snitched.
Many usually loud students had grown timid around Rebecca. Seeing her "in trouble," they secretly gloated. But they froze when Noko didn't scold her—he let her sit under a tree's shade.
What? Did he get beaten too? Impossible! They knew Noko was often unserious, his mouth running wild... well, no trains here, just a saying... but he was a top academy teacher. How could Rebecca beat him? Why so polite? Was her background unfathomable?
The class buzzed with questions, some resentful—especially the beaten boy. How? He'd risked her spotting him and another beating, yet it ended so blandly?
Rebecca then gave the smug boys a meaningful smile. They shivered instantly. Her smile was stunningly beautiful, yet felt demonic—so scary~~ They decided to stick together today, or hide behind Teacher Noko.
Training began with simple laps. Rebecca glanced once, then returned to her book. Noko eyed her silently, then roared at the nobles softened by luxury: "Keep up! Keep up! Crawling after two laps?"
Next came exercises Rebecca found sophisticated—evident from Noko's first demo. The nobles fumbled clumsily... Sigh, these magic-less spoiled brats failing basic fitness. Unbelievable.
"How many demos? Why can't you remember?" Noko frowned at the hopeless group, speechless. He turned to Rebecca. "Did you watch carefully?"
"Hmm..." She nodded. "I... remembered..."
"Remembered?" He hadn't minded her reading during runs, but this set mattered—he questioned her distracted air.
Rebecca sighed. She couldn't ignore decorum; she owed the teacher respect to avoid hassle. She stood and performed the routine. For wide-legged moves, she reduced the range due to her narrow skirt. Noko understood—then gaped in shock.
"You memorized it after one viewing?"
She nodded.
"Ahem... fine. Sit and read. Next time, in sports uniform, you'll lead them." Noko believed her serious gaze eighty percent. *This girl shouldn't be here. So ladylike while others shout—she reads quietly. Her memory and coordination seem exceptional.*
Noko was formidable. Though Rebecca hid her depth, her fitness shone through that single routine.
She sat to read. Suddenly, a magic ball whistled toward her without warning.
Noko's eyes sharpened. He drew his teaching whip with a *whoosh*, wind roaring! "Hajime!" Oops... wrong phrase...
He shattered the ball in one strike.
Students froze mid-exercise. Rebecca stared blankly at Noko. "Wind God Sword Art??"
"Huh? You know it?" Noko gaped at her in surprise.
