The Magic Of Akademic

156 - Second Meeting

Slowly his eyes opened. The first thing he saw was a white wall of green-yellow bamboo and lilies up there. After gathering his consciousness, he immediately sat down and circulated the gaze. A strange place that brings mysterious air.

The white-haired boy tried to remember before losing consciousness. When he remembered, he was surprised.

"You awake?"

Someone's instructing his reverie. A man in white robes seemed to walk with a smile towards Amdara who immediately stood up and saluted. Amdara gasped with his own response.

The man was none other than the Elder that Amdara had once hit a pacsa hunting the Black Spirit. The elder Moksa gave a nod of his head for Amdara to straighten his head immediately.

Surprise still appeared on the boy's flat face. He swallowed hard. There was no one else but those two. A strange feeling reappeared when recalling their first meeting.

Elder Moksa was not surprised at all. An older person must be respected by the young. He does not know that Amdara is the masked boy who once hit him.

The gaze of Elder Moksa's eyes watched as blue as the sky. She was silent for a moment before Amdara asked her where she was. The elder explained that it was now in his subconscious, so it was not in the real world. That answer made Amdara flinch. Not to ask again, Elder Moksa had already said that Amdara's body was now safe in the residence of Elder Haki.

Amdara breathed a sigh of relief. He thanked Tua Bangka in front of him. Amdara's attitude has indeed changed slightly in Elder Haki.

"Son, it looks like you have a big problem." Elder Moksa noticed Amdara, there was an aura he had once felt somewhere. Moreover, seeing that white hair reminded him of someone he had not met for a long time. He then returned to his voice, "why not say it to Elder Haki?"

Amdara held her breath, for some reason her mind was fixed on the Red Thread. Elder Moksa was indeed different from the other Elders, so he could have known something.

"Sorry, Elder. What's that supposed?"

Elder Moksa smiled. He walked up to the chair and sat there. His hands bulldozed, two cups as well as one pitcher of green tea just appeared. He poured the tea into the cup before finally sipping a little.

Amdara walked towards the Old Bangka, but did not come to sit because it was not yet welcome. Amdara now hopes that Elder Moksa can help him.

Elder Moksa glanced at Amdara who was waiting for an answer anxiously. Elder Moksa allowed the white-haired boy to sit down.

"Do you know who I am?"

Amdara who had just sat down gasped at the question just now. He blinked before finally remembering that Elder Moksa had never seen his face. There was a sense of relief in the little heart Amdara remembered him. He then replied that he knew that this person in front of him was a Great Elder of Moksa in the Sky Cloud Magic Academy.

Elder Moksa nodded, himself taking a breath. His hand tapped on the armchair while continuing to look at Amdara's hair and eyes.

"Have you ever met me before?" her direct tan made Amdara pause for a moment before nodding and saying she had seen him at their first meeting. Elder Moksa nodded again without feeling any awkwardness.

"You must have been in trouble all this time" he said. He reconnected. "Academy can't send a weakling."

Amdara swallowed the already lame saliva. He thought that Great Elder Moksa did know the Red Yarn at his spiritual core. The Great Elder Moksa then said that the Red Thread in his spiritual core had already propagated too much and would be difficult to remove if it was not removed immediately.

Amdara was obviously surprised not to play. He clenched a strong hand. His guess was right all along. What hinders the passage of power into his body as well as his body which is very sick is due to the Red Yarn.

Elder Moksa was actually amazed by the boy in front of him. How not? This boy was able to survive with the presence of Red Yarn in his spiritual core. Moreover, the Red Thread was already too much and had barely covered the spiritual core. If an ordinary person, he already feels frustrated because he does not know how to overcome it and will end his life because he feels useless.

"Chairman, do you know how to handle it?" Amdara finally opened his voice.

Elder Moksa rubbed his long white beard while raising his next eyebrow. He said, "you haven't even said your name yet but instead asked?"

Amdara blinked before apologizing for being disrespectful. In his heart he was heartbroken, "since the initial meeting I was disrespectful and the second meeting was also so."

"My name ...." Amdara. Recall that he once mentioned the name as 'Dara' at their first meeting. There was no way he would say his name, which Elder Moksa knew they had indeed met before. The look in Amdara's eyes met that of Elder Moksa's purple eyes.

Elder Moksa nodded and said that the name he had heard from the Elders. He said, "apparently you."

"Mn?"

"Alright, you now have a big problem with the Red Yarn. There's no way you can be a representative of the Academy. I salute to see your determination to learn the Strength Focusing Technique when clearly knowing the condition of your own body."

The explanation of Elder Moksa went straight to the core. He seemed to keep stroking his beard while the beards were thinking of something.

His explanation just now made Amdara hold her breath for a moment. He then asked worriedly, "Old, is there any way to get rid of it to its roots?"

"Mn, I can help you. But it doesn't get to the root." Elder Moksa took a cup, drank tea then took a deep breath. "Only one person can pull the Red Yarn up to its root."

"Who?"

"Ketu, from the Elders of the Earth Nirvana Academy."

That moment also felt as time stopped turning. Amdara seemed to have a definite answer. It was Ketu who could remove the Red Yarn from its spiritual core.

The elder Moksa later explained that the Red Yarn could only be removed by a person named Ketu. Even a Great Elder Moksa alone could not take it off to the root. However, this can do it. However, he is very difficult to find. If Amdara thought he would go there someday, it was just a dream that would never come true.

Hearing that explanation made Amdara lower his gaze. Unexpectedly he immediately stood up and saluted.

He said, "Older, please help me."

Elder Moksa took a deep breath. He could not bear to see this disciple of the Sky Cloud Magic Academy get a Red Thread that was out of nowhere.

"alright. But I can only pull it off without being able to pull it out. In three years' time you'll be able to use your powers."

"I understand, Elder."

Before helping out, Elder Moksa said that the process would be very painful. If Amdara could not endure it, all he had would be in vain. Amdara who heard it without hesitation said he could resist and would never die in something like this. At first Amdara thought that the one who helped him at that time was the Elder Moksa but after hearing the elder's words, Amdara thought something else.

The elder Moksa touched Amdara's head. A powerful force enveloped Amdara's body which then centered on his spiritual core. The greater the power, the greater the pain. However, Amdara could still control himself not to shout.

The process is actually not easy. Only someone at a certain level can do it. Even Elder Moksa himself could not suppress the pain in Amdara's body for some reason.

Amdara's body lifted upward, before a light surrounded his body. Elder Moksa's hands clenched, focusing on weakening the Red Yarn inside the boy's body. Even Elder Moksa himself to the point of breaking into a cold sweat, he should not think of anything else at a time like this as it could endanger the life of the white-haired boy.

It took three hours until the process was completed. Amdara is placed on the chair. Cold sweat was already pouring out, his breathing was also messy.

"How does it feel?" ask Elder Moksa who can breathe a sigh of relief because this difficult process can be overcome.

Amdara saw both his hands. It feels like the power of nature is flowing into the body. Even he felt the power within the body flowing so smoothly.

"This ..." Amdara was speechless. He immediately gave the homat and said, "thank you, Elder."

Elder Moksa smiled as he stroked the beard. He nodded, and sat back down while drinking green tea.

"Sit down, drink the tea."

"Mrs."