Princess_Treasure

Train fifteen hours a day? Check.
Go on dangerous missions to polish your skills? Check.
Work hard until you got to the top and earned all the benefits? Check.
Then speak brazenly because you were at the highest rank in magic? Check.

Zenith Ichiban had a plan to be on top, and eventually, he reached the top and no villain was thrilling enough to fight.

He enrolled as a teacher in a magic school at twenty, believing that teenagers, in the spring of their youth, would entertain him. 

Yet, these teenagers weren't thrilling enough and couldn't bear his honest opinion about how lame their magic was. 

Zenith Ichiban thought he would spend the rest of his life looking for some spark... 

Until those FIVE students reared their heads, and the villains caught wind of the return of the Prodigy Mage. 

Chaos ensued, and Zenith struggled to keep his quiet life while keeping his students from danger.

Disclaimer:
The MC started out quite selfish, but he experienced genuine relationships that shaped him for the better. This story didn't only revolve around him, but it centered on him as the protagonist. I hope you enjoy it.

The SSSSS-Rank Mage In A Mundane World

Chapter Sixty-Seven: His Girlfriends

"You all were competitive and have seen the places you lack in, whether skill, strength and stamina, or strategy." Zenith looked above them when speaking so none of them would feel targeted.

"Or sense." Someone chipped, and the class vibrated with laughter. Zenith frowned at Frederic, whose eyes were on Aleksandra.

Zenith continued. "We all have our strengths and weakness and we used them or were exploited. Let's take corrections so that the next time we do this exercise, it'd be more… interesting… for all of us."

Some students wondered why the exercise had to be 'interesting', but brushed it off as a peculiar choice of words. "Yes, sir!" They chorused.

Zenith nodded and gestured for them to return to their class. The students chattered as they walked back in and Zenith strolled behind them, his mood dampening as he thought about his theoretical class.