Chapter 203: Feeling Nervous

Sarah POV

Sarah sent another mana bolt toward her target. She had been trying very hard to improve the power of her attacks but was having a hard time. She hadn’t increased the level of [Mana Bolt] in quite some time.

What am I doing wrong?

The others weren’t having quite the same problems as her. All of them were improving quite well. Even Scott, no matter how annoying he could be, had improved a lot in these past few months.

It was hard not to know, considering that the boy had been bragging to everyone about it. He kept on saying that the next time the Razor Wind Sect came along they would be begging for him to join.

She didn’t want to admit it, but there was a good chance he wasn’t just blowing empty air. The boy was most likely the strongest out of them. If anyone had a chance, it would be him.

However, joining a sect wasn’t a part of Sarah’s goals. She was planning to join the Adventurer’s Guild once she was old enough. Her parents had been adventurers and she was planning to follow in their footsteps.

Not at this rate though.

She had a high water affinity, but everyone knew that water mages were weaker than other mages such as fire mages at lower tiers. That was the reason why she had chosen to get the [Mana Bolt] skill. It would allow her to hit a little bit harder than some of her water skills did.

So far, it had been slow progress and she couldn’t help but doubt her initial plan. However, she was determined to show everyone that she could do it.

So she sent another [Mana Bolt] at the target, trying her best to channel as much mana into it.

As she did that, she couldn’t help but notice Elder Han approaching from the distance. Alongside, the old caretaker was a boy around their age.

I think I remember seeing him at dinner earlier. Another orphan maybe? He is going to join us in training?

“Everyone, come and gather around!” Elder Han called out to them all. All of the kids stopped what they were doing and came on over.

Although Elder Han was usually a gentle grandpa to them, he could be surprisingly commanding when he wanted to. It wasn’t like Sister Cathy either, Elder Han was loved by everyone, regardless of their age. He was the one they ran to when they were trying to hide from Sister Cathy.

“Who’s the new kid?” Scott brashly asked.

“This is Julius. He’s not an orphan but I asked him here to give you guys some help,” Elder Han explained with his typical smile, like there was something they didn’t know.

Sarah had been around since she was six years old, so she knew what that smile meant. The others would have too if they cared to pay attention.

Scott obviously didn’t notice or care. “What?! How’s a kid our age going to teach us anything?” The boy exclaimed.

Finn, the more polite of the two also spoke up. “I agree, no offense Elder Han, but why bring us a boy who can’t be older than us to teach us things?”

Elder Han gave them that same smile. “Because you guys have been getting cocky lately.”

“No, we haven’t! We have just been getting stronger, so it’s natural that our attitudes will change with it!” Scott argued.

“Oh ho? You think so?”

“Definitely! I have been working hard, there is no way some pampered brat is going to beat me,” Scott boldly declared.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Elder Han commented. It sounded like he was expecting something like this. Sarah had a weird feeling in her gut.

“Damn right, it is!”

“How does that sound Julius? Would you be willing to fight him?” The old man asked the boy next to him.

Sarah took the time to finally get a good look at the newcomer. He was decently tall for his age, and he was wearing some baggy clothing so it was hard to tell if he was muscular or thin, but his eyes were what drew her in.

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There was a weird sparkle in them that distracted her.

Probably just the light playing tricks, she told herself.

The boy ran his hand through his black hair, showing his somewhat attractive features. He wasn’t overly handsome like Scott, but he had his own sort of charm.

“Why do I think you were expecting this, old man?” The boy asked, his voice deeper than she had been expecting.