Classroom To Another World's

Royal Palace

"I received your report on the destruction of the Flashing Night Star Cult, but why did you bring that slave!" The King Behind Aldenia said resentfully to Zen. On his throne chair, he looked down, not only to see Zen, but also to humble the man.

"Um.. well, you know, I think he's cute. That's why I brought him home." How to answer Zen is not really. He looked down on his interlocutor.

"You…." The King growled.

"Already, already, than that, I'm more interested in her magic abilities. You guys must have known that, right? Using Magical Perception, his sense of aura was different from that of an ordinary human. I want to research that part," Zen timpal said before King Barik could open his mouth.

"Huh. okay. As long as it doesn't interfere with the progress of the gathering of forces against the Demon King, I give you freedom." King Barik's words are running out for arguments.

Zen has shown himself to be a brilliant card. How could the Barik King let Zen go just like that. Seeing reports that Zen had no qualms against his friend, taking Zen's comrades hostage didn't seem to be very useful. Against Zen itself it was also impossible. He's too strong. There are assassins and other messengers who will be beaten. The choice is when Zen sleeps, but the security of the royal palace will be laughed at if an assassin enters there. They did not want Zen to be their enemy.

Without respect, break up the road. That's what Zen does. There were manners and rules of his own when before the king, but Zen did not care. He very much left the throne room with a bodo face through a large gate guarded by several soldiers in front and behind him.

Turning to another passageway, Zen was in a deserted passageway. A fluke. The royal palace is almost always crowded 24/7 because the servants and guards definitely have jobs. Coincidence and luck Zen was in a deserted place. There, he coughed a few times with a loud cough. His breathing became irregular. He almost fell to the floor lucky to still be detained. His hand held the wall and his side held his chest.

"Huh.huh...huh…." He saw his own palm. Hand trembling. His sight was a little blurry. "It's not enough. I'm still too weak…. With only this kind of strength, I will definitely die. I need to get stronger!"

From behind, someone came. "Well, who do I think, it's Zen. What's up?" From her voice Zen could tell she was a woman. His voice sounds very familiar. More precisely, Zen knew who the person behind him was.

Zen immediately improved his standing position. He stood tall and strong. Still not turning around and showing his back. He said, "You alone, what are you doing, Princess Sistina?"

"I'm looking for you" replied Sistina. "Your slaves are fighting."

"Ah, so is it. Sorry to bother." Zen turned. His face was flat expressionless, showing his seriousness this time around. "If it's not wrong, he's on the training ground. Soldiers are guarding him, aren't they? I'll be there to take care of it." He walked past Princess Sistina just like that.

On the training ground, Sekar was surrounded by guards. Instead of being sad and frightened of the little girl, she instead showed anger and looked intently at all of them. He had previously tried to escape. Whether it was magic or physical attacks, he had already tried it. It's a shame that it didn't give any results. Instead he got blisters on some parts of his body.

These guards could actually defeat or incapacitate Sekar. But they did not dare to injure the captives Zen had taken. Not to mention Zen had already stated that Sekar was his. Anyone who dared to hurt Sekar or treat the girl badly, had to deal with Zen. Therefore, the guards only formed a circular formation to lock Sekar.

"Yare, yare, you guys are so noisy and troublesome." Zen entered the field with a lazy expression. Implicitly he stated that this matter was a small matter. And the guards who couldn't handle the small matter were something to be ashamed of.

"Tu-Master Hero Zen, we're having a hard time holding him back."

"Dad!" Clenching his fists. He hit Zen.

The result is very clear. Zen only needed one hand to catch Sekar's punch, then he curled Sekar's body until the girl fell to the ground. "Look, little girl, you're nobody here. Your two guards are indeed stronger than most people, but they are nothing in front of me. No one can help you. Just give up and follow my word. It's better than I have to hurt you."

Keep on thrashing. But all his efforts were in vain. He even felt pain in his arm. This made him limp and helpless. He finally stopped and stopped trying. Not with the chest airy or take it for granted, but it is very painful in the shoulder to fight back. On the ground, he cursed Zen in a soft voice.

*sing!*

From a distance a knife was thrown.

Zen was forced to let go of his hand to jump avoiding the knife throw that led to him. But it did not stop just one knife floating on him, several other knives followed behind. Just a painting to catch one of the knives and brush off the rest using the knife.

"If you want to attack suddenly, don't do it from the front. Your target will know where you're coming from."

*trank!*

A black shadow shot towards Zen. In an instant, he had already closed the distance and slashed the blade from top to bottom, precisely aiming at Zen's head symmetrically. Zen used a single blade earlier to fend off the attack from this person.

Zen smiled the thinly observing figure in front of him. Asymmetrical black bangs with the right half covering the face, yellow skin slightly dark, then all-black clothes. "Yo, you just got back from the mission, Kusuma."

Kusuma pressed his knife hard. He made a push until it could be used to give repulsion. In the air, he rode several times. When it lands, instead of on the ground it enters into the shadows. It looks like a 2-dimensional black shadow is moving here and there. This was Kusuma's ability to move around in the shadows.

"Shadow Steps. Since long ago until now you still use that ability. There is absolutely no development in variation."

Kusuma appears behind Zen. He slashed, but was successfully repelled. He continuously restarted his attacks from various sides. Unfortunately every attack he did was always successful and anticipated by Zen very casually. It did not require any mana for Zen to face all the slashes. In his eyes it looks very clear.

Until finally, Kusuma gave up. He's standing on the ground. A few meters between him and Zen. "Stop! What are you doing to a little girl!"

"Totally, why do people worry about the little things?"