The Shapeshifter Academy Chapter 8
Chapter 8
‘Did she notice me following her?’
Yannick, who was on edge, further suppressed his presence.
‘A mere fox?’
It was unlikely for the Fox Tribe known for being weak. At the same time, murmuring was heard from below.
“......Those damn carnivores."
Bendy, who was unusually downcast, reached out and put her hand on the tree.
‘As Ms. Bendy does not have an assistant yet, I helped bring these for you.’
A little while ago, a mountain of documents was handed to her by the principal's secretary who came by the student council office.
‘It’s a month’s worth of work. Well, I guess I’ll have to start by forming a student council to help me with it.’
Bang, creak. The stack of documents was so thick that it made a noise every time it was placed on the desk
‘How do we gather the student council? No, who would even want to be on the student council with me in the first place?’
‘That’s a problem for Ms. Bendy to solve.’
Bendy gritted her teeth and raised her head.
She didn’t have enough time to study as it was.
It was all the fault of the carnivores who elected her as student council president.
She gathered strength in her hands, remembering the magical gust she felt in the stable a few days ago.
“.....Those damn carnivores.”
‘What?’
At this moment, Yannick, who couldn’t hear the quiet murmur properly, frowned slightly.
“Gale!”
Despite Bendy’s solemn shout, nothing happened. That was to be expected.
Bendy swallowed her irritation and turned around, crossing the campus.
“.....Gale?”
Lennon, who was secretly escorting Bendy, blinked blankly.
His light blue eyes alternated between Bendy, who was walking without hesitation, and Yannick, the hyena beast hiding in a tree.
After Lennon looked back and forth between the two people several times, he moved behind the tree so that Yannick couldn’t notice him and kicked it with all his might.
With a loud crash, the tree collapsed.
“What, what is this!”
Yannick landed on the ground in shock and gritted his teeth.
‘The tree.’
The tree......
Clearly he couldn’t sense the use of magic. Yannick’s puzzled dark brown eyes lingered in the direction where Bendy had disappeared.
***
Today, Bendy had made the biggest plan of her life since she was born. It was a plan to approach the carnivores first.
‘I guess we should first form a student council to help with the work.’
Forming a student council as mentioned by Dean Milane’s secretary.
This was the first task that had to be accomplished in order to handle the mountain of student council president work.
A carnivorous shapeshifter who is as gentle and kind as possible is ideal.
If it’s a student with excellent grades, it would be killing two birds with one stone.
In that sense, the hyena shapeshifter who was the lead runner up, was excluded.
Let’s see...
Bendy scanned the classroom with a penetrating gaze and fiddled with her backpack.
A secret weapon that can coax carnivore shapeshifters. It was a backpack filled with hand-roasted sweet potatoes.
As a result of the recent eavesdropping on her fellow Class X classmates, she had heard the word ‘sweet potato’ quite often.
Bendy took out a bag of sweet potatoes and looked at the weasel shapeshifter who always sat next to her.
In Petrion, a deer territory known for excellent crops, sharing sweet potatoes was a way to promote friendship.
The weasel shapeshifter had short purple hair and a somewhat cold appearance, but he was a student who would sometimes give her a quick glance in acknowledgment when she encountered him.
‘It’s just talking to him.’
Just sit down and eat sweet potatoes.
Having designated her target, Bendy calmly tucked her hair behind her ear. However,
“.......”
Unable to speak for a while, she started fidgeting with her fingers.
She had to talk to them before the lecture started, but she couldn’t speak because of the fangs that were peeking through his lips.
‘...what?’
Meanwhile, the weasel shapeshifter, who had stopped reading, rolled his eyes in confusion due to the gaze he had been feeling for a while.
It felt like his face was going to be pierced through thanks to the persistent gaze on his right side.
The weasel shapeshifter, who had silently endured the burning eyes, eventually closed the book with a loud thud.
“What, do you have something to say?”
Bendy’s eyes widened as soon as he turned his head.
A nervous Bendy took out the packaged roasted sweet potatoes and held them up.
“Roasted sweet potatoes.”
‘Do you like them?’ She had accidentally omitted the rest of the sentence.
All of her classmates’ bodies froze in place upon hearing the small subdued voice.
“Again?”
No wonder the entire classroom was filled with the scent of sweet potatoes.
The idiotic student council president was coming every day, carrying roasted sweet potatoes in her bag.
Of course, this was proof that Bendy had been failing to talk to him for several days, but there was no way that the members of Class X would have known.
What should I do with roasted sweet potatoes? The weasel shapeshifter, who was about to respond, paused for a moment.
‘Have you heard the rumors that Yannick's group is spreading about the student council president?’
‘No way, that’s just a bunch of nonsense right?’
It was because he was reminded of the ominous rumors that were going around the academy recently. There was a rumor that the student council president has the grip strength to easily crush a tree.
Since the source of the rumor was Yannick, the leader of the hyena shapeshifters, it was difficult to dismiss it as nonsense.
As the nervous weasel shapeshifter licked his lips nervously, Bendy’s body visibly stiffened. Lennon’s voice rang in Bendy’s ear like an echo.
‘Among carnivorous shapeshifters, it’s a seductive act.’
‘The action of licking your lips with your tongue.’
Why is he suddenly seducing me?
Bendy unintentionally tightened the grip on her hand, and the sweet potato burst open mercilessly.
The expressions of the classmates who witnessed all of this turned pale.
It was a warning.
That must have been some kind of implicit warning; that if you talk to her for no reason, you will end up like this roasted sweet potato.
“Ha.”
In the end, just like yesterday, Bendy was left alone under the cherry tree, biting her lips. It was a loneliness that matched the backdrop of falling leaves behind her.
The classmates, who had dispersed as if they had seen something they shouldn’t, flashed before her eyes.
‘Maybe because it’s crushed, the skin doesn’t come off easily.’
Bendy peeled the sweet potato and took a rough bite.
'Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes? It’s quite delicious.'
'Would you like to join the student council?'
“Is it really that hard to say just those few words?”
What should I do with this loose mouth that only makes mistakes when I’m nervous?
Today, too, it was a mouth only dedicated to consuming dietary fiber.
***
At the end of the Academy Library, filled with the scent of cypress trees.
A man propped up his chin with his hand and leafed through a thick book listlessly.
The wind that came in from the half-open window rustled his black hair. It was a boring afternoon.
While he was adjusting his red tie, a figure appeared behind the man.
“Hello, wolf.”
Lennon approached without hesitation and naturally took a seat across from him.
He pulled the book the man was reading towards him and closed it once he had seen the contents. It was a book about herbivorous shapeshifters.
“Reading useless stuff again.”
“I’m sure it’s more useful than you are.”
The man pulled the stolen book back to his side and replied dryly.
There was a sharp contrast between Lennon’s languid posture and the man’s upright posture.
Lennon, with both legs on the desk, tilted his chair back and said.
Spreading his legs across the desk, Lennon leaned back in his chair and said,
"You're surprisingly calm for a guy who’s just lost their position as the student council president to a freshmen”
Wolf shapeshifter, Ron Leonhardt.
He was the previous year’s student council president, and was considered by many to be the best of all time.
Good appearance, grades, family name, wealth, and meticulous task handling.
In addition to that, he had the attitude of an aristocrat down to his core, making him the most likely candidate for student council president this year.
Until Bendy Reppy, who appeared like a comet, took his place.
Thanks to this, Ron’s followers became obsessed with slandering Bendy Reppy, while Ron, who was actually the one involved, was just wasting time.
“Ron, don’t you want to take it back? The student council president’s position.”
It was a subtle question, as if it were sugar coated on the tongue.
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“Once is enough, so don’t talk about it..”
After answering roughly, Ron glanced down at Lennon.
“I especially don’t want to do anything that would make you happy.”
He’d known this all along but the white tiger’s playfulness hadn’t changed since his coming-of-age ceremony. It had settled into becoming a part of his horrendous disposition.
“.....Lennon Ehdant.”
Ron frowned slightly and slowly blinked his golden eyes.
“What are your intentions?”
“What?”
“Don’t act like a fool.”
He was referring to the fact that the selfish Lennon had taken on the role of protecting the student council president.
As the unmoved golden eyes turned to him, Lennon could only smile inwardly.
“Dean Milane offered good conditions.”
“Early graduation?”
“Well, something like that.”
“And one more thing.”
There was something he wanted to ask Lennon, but he hesitated, opening and closing his mouth in an uncharacteristically reserved manner.
The unbelievable rumor that hyena shapeshifters have been whispering about recently, ‘Gale’.
It was an outrageous martial art that seemed like something out of a book you would read as a child.
A ridiculous and unknown technique that emits energy from the palm of your hand without any magical power.
Hesitating for a moment, Ron repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist. The word was almost too shameful to utter.
“What’s this about the student council president using ‘Gale’?”
It was strange that she, who was quiet when she first entered the academy, suddenly began to stand out.
Compared to Ron, who smoothly uttered the word ‘Gale’ with an indifferent expression, it was Lennon whose face was distorted.
“........”
Lennon, who was at a rare loss for words, habitually touched the piercing on his ear.
It was a prank he did without much thought, but it seemed to be spreading unexpectedly, like a horse without feet traveling a thousand miles.
As the silence became longer, Ron, suspicious of him, slightly raised his eyebrows.
“Is it true?”
Lennon slowly bowed down without any significant change in expression.
“......maybe.”
He barely answered, as if he was squeezing out the words through his teeth. Eventually he couldn't hold it in anymore, bursting into laughter; enough to make the sleeves of his school uniform wet with tears.
It's too funny.
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