Chapter 33 - A Good Master (2/2)

”Anyways, greetings senior brother. I will now be off.” Tyrone said cheerfully as he continued on his way.

'Well at least I know for a fact that I chose the right person to be my first real disciple. I just need to teach him properly now... actually... how about I teach him a simpler version of my of the black book's battle art. If it's Tyrone, he can probably handle a dumbed down version at least. You'd need superhuman mental abilities to be able to understand even a quarter of the stuff and apply it, and Tyrone is pretty much as close as I can get to that standard. I should probably rename the art first.'

'How does 'The Wraith's Talons' sound? And the simple version can be called 'The Specter's nails'.'

'I like those names, so that's what I'll call them. But before I hand over the simple version, I still need to create it. At most, the efficiency of the technique will only allow Tyrone to summon a single blade if I change it to be suitable for his level, but I want him to be able to summon two.'

The more and more he thought about it, the more he realised that this was a topic for after the meeting. He wasn't running late or anything, but he didn't have much time either. He needed to speed up his pace; fast.

Simon was greeted by a varnished grand oak door, that just so happened to be vice principal Feng's. Simon admires at the beautiful carpentry for moment before entering the office. He pushed the door to find a metropolitan styled office with glass furniture everywhere, complimented by white colours and sleazy wooden chairs. The scene itself could be called 'style'. And within this office, in the middle of it all, were two figures. One, Simon recognised, and the other, he could only assume.

”Greetings Simon Grey. I trust that you have met my dear niece, Michelle before?” An older figure spoke.

It was of course vice-principal Feng. Dressed in a sleek coat and equipped with a bowler cap, the man who was surely in his early 30s greeted Simon.

”Well hello Vice-principal. Yes I do know Michelle very well. I am glad to see her here today.” Simon respectfully greeted.

”Ah, so respectful. I am indeed surprised that a student your age feels so fresh. It must be your master, 'Lord White'.”

”Huh? Pardon me?”

”O, you don't know? Your master was given the title by Haven's council in light of his innovative teaching methods. Although Haven has agreed not to share his methods or implement it ourselves, we do intend to keep a very close relationship with this professor. So you are now in fact, a lord's disciple, or a second generation lord candidate.”

Simon inwardly shuddered upon hearing those words.

'A lord? That title is too much! There are only around 4 lords at a given time! And now I am a lord and a second generation lord candidate? This is moving along way to fast! Slow down a bit please, my brain can't take this much bulls**t.'