Chapter 50: Talents 3.

Every time the teacher pulled out a new gun, the boy looked like a boy at Christmas.

The teacher, on the other hand, looked like a delighted mother giving gifts to her son.

— Presumed - Hort muttered between his teeth.

— Jealousy? — Anadil scoffed.

— Me! Jealous - Hort said indignantly—of what? What do you have that I don't have?

— Talent – Hester.

— Friends – Dot.

— Force – Adam.

— Intelligence – Anadil.

— Appearance – Sophie.

— It was a rhetorical question - Hort clarified before the list went on.

After a pause, he turned to Sophie and asked.

— Do you like him better than me?

— He likes him, and you don't—Adam replied for his sister—you don't even get on the scale.

— I didn't talk to you, brat, and you have… — Hort replied, but Sophie cut him off.

— Reason – complete her.

— How? — Hort asked.

— Adam is right— Sophie clarifies with simplicity and a sweet smile.

Hort was between heaven and hell at that time.

In heaven for the beautiful smile that gave him that being with an angelic face.

In hell because the same lips had just stabbed him with rejection.

The boy could only sit petrified while trying to repair his heart after the damage caused by one action with the happiness brought by another.

Sophie, for her part, was resisting laughter as best she could.

Japeth hadn't noticed, but he had been seeing him as Bella to Edward the entire show of Aric.

Although what was most difficult for him to ignore is that the boy was writing A + J serrated in a heart in his notes unconsciously.

Sophie couldn't resist it anymore, but she couldn't laugh at her friend's sincere feelings.

She pinched herself to hold on and sneaked to Japeth.

She tapped his friend's shoulder to get his attention.

— What? — Japeth asked absentmindedly.

He was still mesmerized, watching Aric wield a War Axe as if it were made of rubber.

She also believed it was mesmerizing because the boy did it with enviable mastery, and why his muscles were marked after taking off his shirt because of the heat.

— I'm not a teacher, but I don't think those notes will help you study. —she said as I tapped a couple of times on "evidence of the crime."

Japeth frowned and looked down at where Sophie was pointing.

In less than a second, his face went from white to sweet pink, then to gloomy white, and finally to the scarlet red of shame.

Sophie patted him reassuringly as the boy slapped his palm against his face for the stupidity he had done and to hide his face.

— If it makes you feel better, you look cute— She joked.

Japeth gave her a poisoned look, and she took the "evidence", after folding the sheet in the room placed it in the boy's backpack.

Japeth saw this and could only sigh.

— Thank you—he said sincerely.

Sophie winked at him.

— What a year! — shouted the teacher—what a year!

The students returned their attention to the front, it seemed that Aric had already tried all the available weapons.

The teacher was delighted to find so much talent in her classroom.

Normally, I had to oversee a long list of useless people and I would be lucky if one had a decent talent.

But now I had 3 students (four, if you counted the chocolate girl) with extraordinary talents and well-mastered.

She realized that everyone had left the same room, so she turned to the only member of that room (not counting the 7-year-old) who had not shown up.

Aric, with a bit of depression and a lot of reluctance, put down his weapons in place and sat down.

He looked like a child who had been forced to put away his toys because it was time to sleep.

Adam must have thought the same because, in a gesture of empathy, he gently patted Aric's arm to comfort him.

— A Sader - said the teacher as she stood next to Japeth - what do you have for us, young Rafal?

— Japeth, please—he clarified.

— Japeth then—agreed with the teacher—what is your talent?

Before everyone's eyes, Japeth's clothes became a tight suit made entirely of snake scales, and from that suit, his famous Scimitars began to come off.

3 were detached and floated in front of the teacher, she multiplied by 6.

Of those 6 came 12, and of those 12, 24.

When it was 24, Japeth pointed at one of the straw dolls at the end of the class that served as a shooting target.

The 24 scimitars pierced the doll and tattered it, then began to glide like snakes falling on the poor doll, again and again, shattering it more and more into small pieces, cutting and piercing.

Then they came back and started coming together taking different shapes, a vase, a bird, a gun.

They used different shapes and in each form, they showed a different color.

The teacher squinted at him, she knew about magical costumes, but none of them were so versatile, the magic could not be from the suit, it had to come from somewhere.

She opened his eyes in surprise at the understanding of it and burst into euphoric laughter.

— A sorcerer! In my class! A sorcerer! — raised his fists in victory—This year is ours! This year is one of evil! — Triumphant cry.

For the third time in three challenges, Sophie saw the highest rating above her head, amid red smoke.

Japeth and Aric shared their glory as two crowned Kings in this subject as well.

— Have you already discovered your talent, little tenderness? — said the teacher as she pinched Adam's gaze.

Adams shook his head over the affected area and shook his head.

— Still searching—he replied, showing the book, but the teacher dismissed all concern with a wave of her hand.

— You are still very young, and your talent may not have been developed yet, but here we will help you find it.—she said, stroking the child's head.

The woman was in a divine mood.

— Even witches enchant - Japeth scoffed.

— Maybe if he's a talent after all - Aric suggested.

Adam stuck out his tongue.

After seeing Aric and Japeth's talent as a child, I didn't want to be just a pretty face.

— Speaking of talents, does yours require a lot of effort, Japeth? — asked Aric curiously.

— Not at all - Japeth denied—it's like breathing for me.

— Oh, I was asking because you look a little blushing—I comment strangely.

— I…— Japeth was petrified.

His face turned redder.

Luckily for Sophie, he had already caught Aric's attention.

— It's the heat, this place is hell and I don't know what's worse to be here sewing ourselves in the shade without a miserable breeze or going out into fresh air and frying in the sun.

Aric gave his friend a compassionate look.

— Outside, at least we can look for the shade of a tree—I try to animate Aric.

Japeth just nodded like a chicken.

When Aric turned around, he gave Sophie a thumbs up.

Sophie answered him with her own thumb.