AKUMAS

Episode - 5 How Is It Called Stealing ?

When Han Shuo woke up, he found himself lying on a small wooden bed in the warehouse, covered in icy cold water. In front of him, the fat little Jack had a wooden bucket in one hand and was climbing onto the bench with great difficulty. He intended to throw ice-cold water right above Han Shuo.

Han Shuo had already frozen his butt because it was a bit cold that day. He shouted loudly when he saw Jack about to signal, "Jack, what are you doing ?!"

The slightly fatty Jack stepped onto the chair that had been thrown away. It wasn't the most powerful at first, and his legs wobbled in shock when he heard Han Shuo's screams. His hands jolted, and all of the contents of the bucket smashed into Han Shuo's head as the bucket flew over and crashed into Han Shuo's chest.

"Ugh ... I said Jack, are you trying to kill me?"

Han Shuo started shaking uncontrollably after the second bucket of cold water. Not only that, but it hurt a lot when the bucket itself hit him. He immediately began to curse loudly.

“Sorry Bryan, I thought the first bucket wasn't enough to wake you up. Your stool is wobbly to begin with, and I'm surprised when you scream, that's why my hand slipped and I spilled water all over your body! "

A little fatty, Jack was very sorry and started wiping Han Shuo's neck with a random cloth he found on the ground.

Who knew it would provoke a shout from Han Shuo like*** being slaughtered? He hurriedly went and said, “Uh Jack, that cloth in your hand is covered in bone dust that metamorphosed during the necromancy experiment. It felt like a little needle was stabbing me, were you trying to stab me to death? ”

"Ah....sorry Bryan, I didn't mean to be evil, I really didn't mean to be evil! ”

Jack was disappointed when he quickly threw the cloth away, far away. He was grateful that there was no bone dust on the side that he was holding.

"Achoo .. Achoo .. ah forget it. Jack why am I here? Didn't I get hit by Lisa's Agony of the Soul because Bach the jerk used me as a scapegoat? ”

His neck was smashed in the red patch, Han Shuo continued to sneeze as he rushed off his soaked wet clothes. He quickly fumbled the black towel Bryan was using and dried himself.

"Bryan, there's a lot of scars on your body!"

Han Shuo noticed his new body, for the first time, after hearing Jack's words. There was not an inch of unmarked skin on his body as far as his eyes could see. He let out a deep sigh and once again felt sorry for Bryan's situation.

"The scar is a man's memory and medal of honor, what do you know about it? Hurry up and tell me, what happened after I passed out? ”

“Class happens to start after you faint from Suffering Soul. Lisa said a few words and ran to class. I shouted at Uncle Saru and we both brought you back! ”

"So, Uncle Saru has ... Oh yeah, what did Lisa say before she left?"

Han Shuo nodded as he continued to clean himself up. Uncle Saru is the oldest task runner of the necromancer, he is fifty years old and good enough for Bryan and Jack. When Bryan arrived at the academy, Saru had already been an errand boy for over ten years.

“Lisa said it was too bad for you. If the Suffering Soul landed on Bach, he would be fine after suffering for three days since he had been a magic apprentice. But you are not a necromancy student and have no mental strength at all. You may suffer for a month. He said you bothered him when he slept last night, and injured his leg because you put a stone in your pants, so he won't ignore the Suffering of Souls! ”

“Damn it, how dare Lisa treat me like this! I will look after him someday! "

Han Shuo's face darkened as he listened to Jack's words and began to curse.this isn't the first time Lisa's been this way to you, you, I've never seen you do anything to get back at her . His actions startled Jack as he thought, This is not the first time Lisa has been like this to you, I have never seen you do anything to avenge her.

When Han Shuo finished venting the spleen, he thought briefly, "Bach has mental strength because he is a magic apprentice. He only had to suffer for three days, and I had to endure it for a month? Heh heh, my potential is good. If I learn necromancy, maybe I can get better in three days. ”

"Bryan, you're a slave, how can you learn magic?"

"Then how do students learn magic?"

“First of all they must meditate and learn to feel the magical elements. When they had developed their mental strength, then they needed to learn the knowledge contained in magic books and practice magic spells. They asked the teacher if they had any questions! ”Jack said honestly, after he thought for a while.

“We start, I can meditate. When I have cultivated mental strength, can't I look into the magic books to learn the spells written there? "

"But you don't have a magic book?"

Jack was startled and immediately created a space between the two of them. He said with a panicked expression, "Bryan, you want me to steal a book for you?"

“What vulgarity! How can I steal? I'm just asking you to borrow some books for me. You can return it when I'm done with them. Nobody reads those basic books, who would know? Jack, I'm in trouble today because I tried to help you. Now shouldn't you be helping me too? ”Han Shuo said solemnly to the slightly fat Jack.

Jack hesitated after hearing Han Shuo's words, but finally agreed to "borrow" the magic books for Han Shuo after Han Shuo gave him a dog's eye gaze.

That night, Jack clandestinely crawled over to Han Shuo and took out copies of "The Foundations of Necromancy" and "A Magical Dictionary" to hand over to Han Shuo. He urged Han Shuo to be careful and cautious at all costs before finally quietly sneaking away.

As a slave, Bryan had no right to learn to read. However, as a slave, who had to do anything in his work, he had picked up a few words over the past six years. All of this knowledge was handed over to Han Shuo, and he could read the words in two books.

Han Shuo closed the warehouse door after Jack left, turned to the first yellowed page of "The Foundations of Magic", and began reading with little interest.

Magic is a method of communicating with the magical elements of the world using mental powers. There are four ways to use magic, through spells, magic scrolls (or objects), hand seals, and magic matrices.

Necromancy was once a very prosperous branch of magic. At the height of its popularity, all black magic had been categorized under necromancy. It is unfortunate that after falling from grace, necromancy has become a subcategory of black magic.

Necromancy is a field of magic that begins with simply controlling the soul and skeleton. As it progressed and the ancestors continued to experiment, his spell repertoire continued to grow. It slowly formed into a school of thought and became a representative of black magic.

Mental power is the basis of all magic. The only way to cultivate mental strength is to feel the magical elements, through meditation, that ordinary people cannot feel. A person is only considered a magic apprentice if they cultivate mental strength through meditation.

Thus, the first thing Han Shuo did after learning "The Foundations of Necromancy" was to meditate and try to understand mental strength. However, he came empty-handed after meditating for seven days. No trace of mental strength could be found.

Han Shuo could only meditate at night for those seven days, he had to be the diligent and clumsy Bryan during the day. He had to continue doing the daily tasks of the errand boy cleaning, cleaning, killing insects, and taking out the trash, otherwise he would have no place in the academy.

Thanks to the Suffering Soul, Han Shuo's brain would suddenly spasm with pain several times each day. He fainted dead the first two times, but probably changed clothes afterwards and managed to stay standing.

The half-crazy and half-village reputation of Han Shuo had also spread all along. However, even though he seemed like the wrong madman, he still completed his tasks every day. Thus, the Babylonian Academy did not kick him out after seeing that his work was still finished.

As for what the necromancy students thought of Han Shuo's insane eccentricity, they were one mind. Han Shuo had formed the habit of running errands after working for six years. Even though he was a bit crazy, some habits were hard to break and thus he still completed his task every day.

Except for one thing. Han Shuo would always somehow experience a "headache" whenever students approached him for experiments these days. He becomes increasingly uncontrollable when his head hurts, and sometimes completely damages the lab. There was nothing the students could do because they knew that he had been struck by Lisa's Suffering Soul, and had become a little mental.

Even now, no one knows why Lisa beat Bach, but Bach remains distressed. He often thrashed Han Shuo on thin grounds. Bach was an apprentice and stronger than Han Shuo, so the latter always ended up in a much worse condition, even when he feigned madness and retaliated.

Han Shuo would come out into a harsh curse every night when he returned to the warehouse. “Bach, you trash, just wait. One day I will beat you so badly that even your father and mother will not recognize you. ”

He was destroyed by Bach again today, and the latter had a small skeleton in reserve. Han Shuo was naturally not a suitable match, and even now was covered in black and blue bruises. The difference was, Han Shuo felt that his strength was getting stronger these days, along with his appetite. Whenever he was still hungry after his ration, he would ask Jack for more food.

Although sick like no other every time Bach hit him, Han Shou would practice according to the principles of solid nature when he returned to the warehouse. All his pain and aches would vanish at night, and he would become excited the next morning. The next time he got into a fight with Bach, he realized that Bach's hits were getting less painful.

Han Shuo would immediately return to the warehouse after each beating and begin training. The little magic yuan within his body involuntarily grew larger during this time as well.

It seemed that his body was slowly tidying itself up after every cycle of beating and training, and the magic yuan slowly changed from thumbnail size to thumb mass.

This made Han Shuo happy and scared. He was happy that the magical yuan was growing stronger, and that his body and soul were improving. She was afraid that it seemed that as the magic yuan became stronger, she found it increasingly difficult to control her emotions. Han Shuo would easily perform an action that he later regretted.

He took “The Foundations of Necromancy” from under the small wooden bed and started meditating regularly after reading the book briefly. He circulated the yuan magic randomly throughout his body. The places that had pain and pain were greatly relieved after the magical yuan had passed them.

That piece of magical yuan slowly moved from his neck to his brain while Han Shuo was meditating. It was at that moment that familiar pain began to pour out from his brain. Han Shuo soon knew that Lisa's Suffering Soul would strike again.

Suddenly, just as Han Shuo's brain was hurting, the magical yuan slipped into the middle of the pain. This was the first time that the magical yuan had moved into his brain when Suffering Soul also flared up. Han Shuo felt as if a cannon had exploded within his brain, and fainted again after one round of intense pain.