434 Moving to a new place (1/2)
\”Uuu…\”
\”I hereby acknowledge elder Monica as my teacher. Is that okay?\”
After raising my mouth from her hand, I saw how she graced me with yet another light smile of hers, completely disregarding the commotion starting behind her back. Only when the sounds of internalised disgust turned into the cacophony of retching noise, she attempted to turn her head around in order to check what was going on, only for me to pull on her hands.
\”Please, this is not a sight that teacher should see. Dear elders, do you acknowledge the fact that the disciple I fought during the last match of my trial got humiliated?\”
While I was proud about my creative way to finish that fucker off, I prefered for the way in which I did it to remain hidden from those cute, Monica eyes. Even if she saw enough gore in her life, there was no point in making her see such a gruesome sight!
\”Ugh… No matter what, that surely did happen… But I just can't help and wonder about the purely physical feasibility of what you did… Like, HOW THE HECK COULD IT EVEN HAPPEN?\”
Hearing the reaction of the elder to my masterpiece, I couldn't even hold back my smile, while once again pulling on Monica's hand to prevent her from looking at the sight displayed in the portal.
\”Teacher, while I don't want to act entitled, is there any sort of… housing that I would be granted while in sect? Considering how during the ceremony of truth I was asked if I'm ready to give up my right to leave the city, I assumed that I would be living in this town from now on…\”
Instead of constantly trying to shift her attention from the portal, it was easier to just move her attention elsewhere, like on one of the most burning problems I had. Without proper housing, I couldn't explore the place, and without exploring this place I would never find a way to access their libraries!
\”Ah, sure, follow me. Since you are my direct disciple, there is no need for you to live in the cramped dormitory of the sect. How about a proper room in my mansion? You would have easy access to the schooling grounds as well as to my own library. How does that sound?\”
Hearing the offer, I had to hold myself back from jumping in joy. Free access to the library of the elder? Close schooling grounds? Tell me that you have good access to public communication and major shopping centres, and I might pay you, my soul, in rent!
Bowing my head as if I wanted to kiss her fingers again, I nodded in gratitude, before letting go of her hands. Moving away a few steps, I looked around, indicating that I didn't know where should I go now.