Shen was up with the lark and at first a few moments felt above par. But then he stretched. The whole body had an ache! The shoulder was particularly standing out. Shen concluded that it was some kind of phantom pain after nightmare where MC so realistic snapped his shoulder, but then recalled that day before Underheaven had bumped him with her iron, any otherwise, forehead. So it means that the word «diehard» should be comprehended more literally.
«No, that's not on! System! Why is the main villain‘s body so weak?? Isn't he the strongest cultivator of the League RR?»
[This is not body who is weak - this is User №2 can't apply spirit power]
«So what should I do?»
[Learn how to apply spirit power]
«Thank you, System! You've been very helpful!!» - Shen shouted angrily and sank into a reverie. But... but it's like he can use spirit powers. He is governing his immortal sword with ease, riding on it, directing the energy for treatment. What’s wrong?
«System, tell me, how do I look?»
[Under the circumstances, admissible. But it couldn't hurt to fix your hair. Original Shen would have never gone in public in this form] – System willingly responded forthwith.
Taking her advice, Shen did his hair, but didn’t repeatedly asked her opinion. Having walked out of the room, he ran into MC without a delay.
- Teacher, they're all waiting for you! – he confided with alacrity.
- Thank you, - Shen noded with dignity and followed the disciple.
Staring right back at his rear, Shen felt some increasing concern. As if he forgot to turn off the teakettle or the iron before getting out of home…
Just now he was covered with awareness that he completely forgot about the main character’s wound! While even his not-friend Muan came to him to take care of minor scratches!
«Minus one hundred points to Slytherin!» – Shen mentally stated.
Came out on the porch after Al, Shen saw that carriage was already harnessed and the disciples were standing near their prancing horses.
- Did I oversleep some signal for a general meeting? - Shen surprised.
Apparently all considered the question rhetorical because anyone responded. Muan silently sat on the box without even starting his hurdy-gurdy in the hundredth circle that «he doesn't Shen’s driver». A bag with a prisoner stood next to him.
Shrugging shoulders, Shen opened the doors and jumped inside the crew. And after he turned around and beckoned Al to follow him. The boy’s eyes flashed when he gave Yin the bridle of his horse and followed the teacher.
The crew flinched, the cortege turned towards the League RR.
There was silence inside the carriage. For a while the main character sat, cringing under the main villain’s gaze.
After the teacher Shen silently took his hand and rolled up his sleeve. And there is, on the forearm flaunted four deep ugly scars just beginning to grow a thin clotted crust. Al jerked his hand wishing to hide a seamy sight from the teacher's eyes but could not escape from his grip.
- Don’t move, - that commanded and the boy freezed in place.
Taking out a little elegant casket from the depths of his loose silver robe he unscrewed the porcelain lid. Aroma of juniper and fir needles filled the carriage. Gently picking up the salve with a nail, the teacher bent over his hand and began to so carefully, barely touching the skin, applied the salve to damaged areas.
Al caught his breath from this action. Never ever in his life nothing showed him similar care! The rudeness from others was familiar to him since childhood, he used to it as something inevitable and unshakable in this world. Coarseness of the strong always was something ordinary for which he had not been offended for a long time, taking for granted. But this human in front of him… One of the strongest cultivators in the world, the Lord of the Cursed Peak, touched his skin so tenderly and carefully as though he was afraid that if he applied a little more force the boy would crumble under his hand! Al felt that goose bumps running down his back.
- That’s it, - satisfied with the done work Shen let go of his hand and foisted his casket with salve. - Smear more often and maybe even scars will not remain.
Al stared at the box in his hands in disbelief. The teacher actually cares so much about him that he gives him medicine? But it's just a scratch, isn't it? Doesn't everything heal quickly on garbage, like on dogs?
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Villain Path
FantasyHe died and was reborn in the world of the novel he'd just read?! How banal, damn it! System, I wish I were never born! System: [You have been assigned the identity of the main villain] Have I sinned so badly in my past life?! System: [And by the...
