Chapter 70：The Pamphlet (1/2)

”The girl who sat to your right,” The girl who had slumped her arms on his shoulder said. As if realising something based on his clueless reaction, the girl looked at him in shock, ”You mean, you didn't know?”

”How am I supposed to know someone I haven't conversed with?” Jyorta shrugged his shoulder, ”Besides, I don't even know who sat beside me. My attention was on the principal's speech. You know how important the contents were, Esina.”

”Is this guy for real?” Ashten Coorg muttered, his expression bordering on disbelief, ”She is Dalna Doppler, fourth daughter of the Doppler Family head. Moreover, she is by far, the prettiest girl in our batch. Also, she had quite a few academic accomplishments at an early age, even having created a new mathematical formula.”

Another boy chimed in, ”This is not to mention her Sync Rate being the highest of our batch. She has a whopping 86 percent.”

”Jyorta,” Another boy stepped forward, looking like he had lost the chance of his lifetime, ”She is the scion of an aristocratic family. Getting her is equivalent to a life of luxury.”

”Yeah,” Even one of the girls couldn't help but show her disbelief, ”She is so pretty that heads turn around whenever she passes by. How come you haven't noticed her when she sat right next to you?”

”I told you, my attention was on the principal. She was telling many important details. It would be a pain if I were to forget them.” Jyorta let out a wry laugh, trying to find an excuse to steer the conversation away from the topic.

”We too were hearing the same speech.” Another boy chimed in, creating the perfect counter, ”It was important but, not to the extent that It had captured our entire focus.”

”But, if you are a Jyorta then, act like a Jyorta.” Ashten Coorg said, making the boys nod their heads, showing their approval.

”Did you…just use my name as a derogatory term?” Jyorta raised his hand, acting like he was pissed, looking intent to beat Ashten into a pulp.

The girl, Esina—her arms still slumped on his shoulder—laughed, ”I thought you were just nervous and tried to avoid her. After all, she is an aristocrat and it is best to stay away than to offend one. But, seeing you claim having not noticed her, are you okay? Is there some problem that is troubling you?”

Esina placed the back of her on his forehead, her gaze focused. She repeated the same to his neck murmuring, ”You don't seem feverish. Then, what is the reason?”

”I am perfectly alright,” Jyorta sighed, pointing a finger at himself, his words carrying an inquiring tone, ”Besides, why should I be nervous around her? I too am from an aristocratic family.”

Esina blinked once, twice, thrice, taking the time to digest the information. She then retracted her hands, massaging her forehead, ”From time to time, do remind us of that fact. We keep forgetting it.”

”Wait, Jyorta is an aristocrat? Since when? Did he already get engaged to an aristocratic lady?” It was Ashten Coorg's turn to be surprised, trailing his gaze between Esina and Jyorta. There was shock and admiration in his gaze, lingering on Jyorta, marvelling at his friend's geniuses in certain things.

”How are you even his friend?” Esina smacked her forehead, feeling a bit frustrated. ”His last name is Bone, belonging to the Bone family.”

Noticing Ashten's astonishment, Esina wanted to facepalm. She shifted her line of sight, facing the White Building situated farther from her, ”Anyway, I heard there are many exciting things to see in the White building. Let's go there.”

”Sure,” Jyorta nodded, a relieved expression plastered on his face, ”I too heard many rumours.”

The rest of his classmates echoed their opinion, moving along as a group. Ashten Coorg silently slithered his way towards Jyorta, whispering in his ears. ”Suppose you get a chance to talk to her in the future, do remind her of the fact that a brave warrior by the name of Ashten has composed a poem for her.”

”Wait, you composed a poem for her? That is so not cool dude.” Jyorta whispered, his expression bordering on disgust. ”You don't even know her. Doing something like that will get you the label of a creep.”

”Don't worry,” Ashten Coorg flashed a smile, ”I won't reveal it to anyone until the opportune time. Though, do me a favour and edit the contents once.”

”It's not like I can write poems better than you,” Jyorta shrugged.

”But, you are better than me at the cheesy stuff. Wisdom should be inherited from the pros.” Ashten raised his eyebrows, flashing a smile; his face looked like one who had comprehended the essence of the universe.

”Though, if you can set me up with someone from your family, that would be for the best.”

”Scram!”

…

1:50 PM, Jyorta exited the White Building, feeling his head spin. He turned around and waved his hands towards his classmates, heading towards the cafeteria designated for Espers.

Along the way, he opened the pamphlet, gazing into its contents, feeling his movements pause in shock. 'Haesha's reaction is justified. The contents are even more amazing than from sister's time.'

[Unranked Skill: Flight] [Warrior] [55,000 Credits]

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[Trait of Growth] [1,00,000 Credits] [x1]

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