Section 9: Warm Breeze

"Don't miss, even if we see the old people again, we may be speechless with them, because what we cherish and miss is the person in our memory, and don't miss, even if the scenes of the past are reappearing, we will still feel inferior to the past, because the former one is unique and irreplaceable. Cherish what we have now, and they will eventually become our memories until one day we become memories for others......."

【Characters in this section】

Anton Salon: The protagonist of this book, a descendant of the Invoker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, is jokingly called "the most giftless summoner". Prior to this section, he had gone blind by using a forbidden spell to save his companions.

Angela: The daughter of the late League of Legends hero Elaine the Sage in White (the original hero of this book), Anton Saron called her sister.

Mocha Amur: A descendant of the Amuel family, his father Shuria Amur was one of the previous Guardians of the Mystic of Mayoris, and his mother was the Dragon Guardian Goddess Serra, who first appeared in Side Story: The Guardian of the Mystic Arts.

Tyrone: A Noxian, League of Legends hero, known as "Shadow of the Blade", the leader of the Noxian assassination agency "Shadow Blade".

Insominia: The protagonist's roommate and companion, and a descendant of the Spellbreaker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel) who excel in hand-to-hand combat, come to the War College to investigate the cause of the family's demise.

Asrema: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a member of the Ankaria faction family of the Order of Noxus (the ruling party of the Noxian regime in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, and Arrowny's boyfriend.

Eloni: The group flower of the summoner group where the protagonist belongs, a descendant of the Brad family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, Aslema's girlfriend, and a crush on Anton Saron.

Marzaha: A League of Legends hero, known as the "Void Prophet", he was the instructor of the spell class at the War College.

Coria: War College apprentice, Anton Salon's new roommate.

Tegel: One of the founders of the forbidden book "Summoning is Diary", a gray-clad summoner in League of Legends, and a tutor in the academy's literature class at the time, he has always relied on his special abilities to hide his identity.

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One

No one knows why life began, just as no one knows why the sky is blue and why the grass is green. Perhaps life is a ridiculous puzzle, and the curse of fate follows us from the moment we fall to the ground until we die. The cruelest act of the Creator is to give human beings emotions, we know love, we know hate, we know fear, we know resistance, so we have suffering.

The grass of Doha Village seems to have no sunny day, and the dense clouds are dead wrapped around the sky, and there is no sunlight to break free from the shackles and tear apart the boundless depression and despair. Probably they know how foolish it is to go backwards in vain to go against samsara. The breeze gradually rose, mixed with elegant sadness, and lifted the girl's soft sideburns, and the lightness that should have danced in the wind was solemnized into a melancholy that stretched to the junction of heaven and earth. The girl closed her eyes slightly, walking forward like a walking corpse, her obsidian-like beautiful eyes flashed with the coldest despair in the world, even if the next second was death, it would not change in the slightest.

There are a few blurred lights and shadows on the grass/plain, like the illusion of a newly awakened person, and like the trance of a slightly drunk person. The girl who had already been drained of her soul by a tragic fate didn't care about this, she knew that she still had a long way to go, and the cold wind slowed down and pulled the end of the next step infinitely, far enough to reach the beginning of reincarnation.

"I don't know what you survived on, Elaina's daughter!"

This voice that was so cold that it could make people tremble uncontrollably shattered the original picture of fate, and Anrela's side was suddenly surrounded by tall figures in black robes, these guys were all wearing assassin masks, and it should be their leader who spoke just now.

"Shadow of the Blade - Tyrone......" Anrela's words did not have a trace of emotion\/color, and the original natural piano-like voice had been frozen by some kind of force.

"Elaine, the Sage in White, is the most revered hero in League of Legends history," Tyrone showed off the wide triangular blade in his left hand, "Today, her favorite daughter will also fall here." ”

Angela closed her eyes, and two crystal tears flowed from her sockets and slowly slid down her beautiful cheeks, "Mom, Daddy, it seems that we have gone to your side......" Her mind came to mind the fairy face of her mother, Elaine, and her father's brown eyes, which were forever shining with sadness.

"Forbidden Technique: Blade Light!"

As if nothing had happened, the long hair on Angela's forehead was lifted by a sudden breeze, she slowly opened her eyes, at first, she thought she was in heaven, but when she looked closely, she saw that the people in black who were standing around her were standing in place like clay sculptures.

"Who are you?" Tyrone asked, and in front of him was a young man in a white robe with a sword in his hand.

"Tyrone, the leader of the Shadowblades," the young man sneered, "you have a group of ineffective men!"

"Turning your body into a golden magic with arcane power, killing so many people in that instant...... Who the hell is this man?" Tyrone took a step back, keeping a distance of more than ten yards from the young man.

"If I kill you," the young man suddenly pointed the long sword in his hand at Tyrone, and the long sword immediately emitted a faint blue light, "Can I go to Demacia to ask for a reward?"

"It seems that all powerful people have a haughty character. Tyrone said with a smirk, "But that's also their common shortcoming!"

"Probably what you said!" said the young man, raising his glowing sword and rushing towards Tyrone, so fast that Tyrone, who was known for his speed, was shocked.

The screeching sound of the two swords striking each other slashed the grass/the boundless tranquility all over the body. Anrela watched the duel between the two, her eyes not at all at their speed, and in her eyes, there were only two objects of light and shadow, one white and one black, and sparks from the collision of blades.

"The only thing Valoran can beat me in swordsmanship is General Darkville*!" Tyrone shouted as he unsheathed the young man's sword, and with his free right hand pulled out three daggers from his waist and threw them at him.

The young man swung his sword and flicked away the flying dagger, and it was at this moment that Tyrone instantly reached his back, and the sharp blade of his left hand went straight to his throat - unexpectedly, a blue light flashed, and the young man disappeared immediately.

"Shadow Strike!"

Tyrone threw dozens of circular darts in all directions and fled, the entire action lasting no more than 2 seconds. In the blink of an eye, the young man reappeared where he had disappeared, his shoulder should have been hit by one of Tyrone's darts, and he was still bleeding, but he didn't care about it at the moment.

"Arcane Storm!"

The young man clasped his hands together, and the purple magical shockwave spread around him as the center, and everywhere the shockwave went, everything in the space was annihilated by the powerful counterforce.

Tyrone appeared, keeping a distance of more than a hundred yards from the young man, "Actually added dark power to the affinity attribute of the arcane! This is no ordinary arcane storm, and fighting against such an opponent can kill you at any time......

"The other party is a hero of League of Legends, I can't give him time to breathe!" the young man said, throwing the long sword in his hand at Tyrone, the long sword spun rapidly in mid-air, like a sharp blue aura.

"Added a change in the attribute of nature to the physical attack to speed up the flight speed of the blade!" Tyrone's eyes widened, his eyes reflecting the sword coming at him, "This guy is so strong!"

With a loud bang, Tyrone reluctantly flicked off the flying sword, however, his hands and feet were bound by yellow magical energy, making him unable to move.

"Binding of Light, the best at this spell is Lux, you should have fought her!" the young man said as he walked over to Tyrone, a smug expression on his face.

"I'll admit you're strong, young man!" Tyrone's eyes flashed with approval, and it was clear that the other two people present couldn't see this. "But—" His tone suddenly became unusually cold, "you've overlooked one thing!"

"What is it? Before you die, I will allow you to tell me!" the young man seemed to have considered himself a victor.

"In order to balance the combat power of various heroes, League of Legends will require certain heroes to hide their strength" Tyrone didn't care about the arrogance of his opponent, "So, don't think you really know a certain hero!"

"You don't have a chance to show it!" the young man shouted, swinging his hands to the sides with a hard swing of his hands, and a half-moon-shaped magical wind blade that shimmered with a blinding blue light flew quickly towards Tyrone. And yet—no sooner had he done that a cold blade was pressed against his throat, and even Anrela, who was on the side, covered her mouth in fright.

"That's the price of pride!" Tyrone whispered, his dark red eyes shining with a cold light that would make you despair.

"Impossible! how could you—" The young man's fair and handsome face was full of surprise, and his beautiful blue eyes trembled uncontrollably.

"Tell me your name, young man, I don't kill the unnamed!" Tyrone picked his opponent's chin with the blade in his hand.

"Descendant of the Amuel family—Mocha Amuel!" the young man named Mocha regained his usual pride.

"Sure enough, it's the queen of the famous family!" Tyrone exclaimed heartily, but no one else could hear that it was an admiration, "Will I cause public outrage if I kill the descendants of the Amuel family?"

"Tyrone, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to kill me!" Mocha chuckled, but Mocha wasn't the one who could become Tyrone's revenant at any moment—

"Mirroring!?" Tyrone finally realized that he was pointing at the virtual image in the magic mirror with his blade, and that the real Mocha Amuel had been standing by his side with illusion.

Mocha chuckled, "The following is the mirror reversal technique that has been transformed from the Mirror Separation Technique!" As soon as the words fell, the virtual image that was originally pointed at by Tyrone with a sharp blade took advantage of the opponent's distraction to leap backwards, leave its attack range, and use the Arcane Wind Blade again, while Mocha, who was previously thought to be his real body, was casting the same spell.

"Did you get it?" Tyrone's face suddenly filled with anger, which made his dark red eyes even more cold and terrifying, and after a hissing sound, he fled again.

The two magical wind blades collided in mid-air with a loud bang and canceled each other out. Immediately afterward, the Mocha, which was believed to be the real body, also disappeared. "You guessed right," Mocha said with a smile, a victor's smile on his face again, "It was the main body that you pointed at with a sharp blade before, and I just fought a psychological war with you!"

"We'll fight again!Mocha Amuel, I remember your name!" Tyrone's cold voice faded into the wind.

Mocha, who had finished the battle, walked up to Anrila and looked carefully at the girl whose face was full of sorrow: her long hair was half draped behind her back and half on her shoulders, and her features were outlined in the most beautiful manner by the Creator on that lovely round face, and if she were stripped of her sorrow and despair, she would be a fairy-like girl.

Angela slowly raised her head and looked at the young man who had rescued her, with his long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes slightly sunken into his sockets, looking melancholy and deep. Despite the dim light around him, his skin seems to contain crystal sand and quartz crystals that absorb all the light and scatter it again.

"Y-what's your name," Mocha was speechless for a moment, he had never felt anything like this.

"Elala, daughter of Elaine, thank you for saving me. Angela looked at Mocha calmly, the sadness and despair in her eyes gradually diluted and dissolved into a cloud of melancholy.

"I'm just dropping by—" Mocha scratched his head, trying to find a non-intentional justification for his actions, "yes—I happened to see that. ”

"Thank you, Mocha Amuel," Anrela's words took a slight tone, "I'm leaving. ”

"Where are you going?" Mocha called out to Angela as she was leaving, he didn't even know why he was doing it.

Anrila stopped and turned her head slightly, "War College, find my brother." ”

"There's still a long way to get there, and you're in a lot of danger alone, so I can take you there. Mocha said in a blistering voice.

Anrila turned around and bowed lightly to Mocha, then continued in the direction of the War College. Mocha Amuel waved his left hand, and the long sword that had been bounced off by Tyrone returned to his hand, and he looked at Anrela's beautiful back, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Two

"That's it! I'm leaving, Brother Anton!" Koria said with a narrowed smile in her eyes.

"Thank you, Koria!" said Anton Saron beckoning goodbye to Coria and plunged headlong into the portal's rapidly swirling green vortex.

Because of the lack of eye coordination, Anton Salon's body lost his balance and fell when his feet touched the ground again, and the laughter from all around him instantly surrounded him, and he knew that he had become the laughing stock of others again.

"Look! these people are laughing at poor us! But it's not funny! these boring people, let's curse them!" Scottze's sickly voice rang in his ears again, he hadn't been seen for days.

"The price of opening the Eye of the Heart is that you will see the dark side of yourself, and when he is too strong, you will be taken over by him and become a different person!" Anton Salon, remembering what Coria had said to himself earlier, he ignored Scottzer as much as he could, tried to calm down and stand up on his own, and then found an empty seat in the classroom. And yet - he fell again, this time because he stepped on some balls.

"It's Bangard! He summoned some little crystal balls, and we fell!" Anton Salon's explanation burned with rage, and for the first time he really felt himself angry, and that was in that moment, he regained his sight.

"Isn't it fun, blind?" said Bangad's fat face with smugness, his mouth wide open like a megaphone to drown out the laughter in the classroom.

Anton Sharon clenched his fists and stared at Bangerald, who was immediately frightened by his terrifying gaze, but he had already entered the other's psychic world. There was an eye-shaped charm on Bangard's door, which Anton Saron had never seen before, and he slowly put his hand on the charm, and something magical happened—he looked at himself! Yes, he saw himself in purple college robes with unkempt hair! To be exact, this was Bangard's vision.

"We've succeeded in opening another ability of the Mind Eye! Gain the other's vision!" Scotze's voice rang out again.

"It's—what does it feel like!" Bangad was suddenly frightened, and the laughter in the classroom stopped, and everyone looked at him in surprise, and some of the girls actually covered their mouths. Their reaction was not surprising, because a yellow-glowing eye-shaped charm inexplicably appeared on Bangad's head.

Anton Sharon pushed open the door of Bangad's heart, and the sight in front of him made him shudder, the door of others was as beautiful and mysterious as the Milky Way in the night sky, but this guy's door was pitch black, and the yin wind that blew from time to time penetrated through the skin and flesh to the bone marrow, making people shiver without shivering.

「“...... We can only see the hearts of those whose hearts are open to the light and love in their hearts, and for those who are evil and selfish, their hearts are dark, and even if a flame is lit there, it will be quickly extinguished......" Anton Saron remembered the passage he had seen in "The Calling is Diary", which just explained the current situation.

"Bangad is a cowardly man, let's scare him!" Scotter had a sinister idea, but Anton Salons agreed, as he couldn't stand the guy's bullying of him.

"There is darkness in your heart, do you want to come in and see?" shouted Anton Sharon in Bangard's mind.

Bangard screamed and fell to his knees, his left hand covering his head, and his right hand pointing at Anton Salon, "You monster! Get out of my head——!!"

Anton Sharon sneered, and he slowly walked towards Bangald, who shouted hoarsely as he stepped back.

"You should see how terrible your mind is!" Anton Saron put his hand on the eye-shaped charm on Bangard's head, and re-entered the other's mind. This time, the effect was just the opposite, and Bangard had the vision of Anton Sharon, through which he saw the infinite darkness in the depths of his own mind......

"Ahh

"How-this-" Anton Sharon took a step back, he looked at Bangard who was rolling his eyes and motionless, and his heart was a little panicked.

"The Mind Sight Technique is a secret technique that only the family of the Wisher can do, and if someone else forcibly uses it, it may lead to death. Just now we forced Bangad to peek into his mind, that is, we forcibly pulled him into the mind-sighting technique, which is why he is like this. We're not strong enough to let him die, though—"

"Scottzer, why do you know this?" Anton Saron finally laid out the doubts he had been wondering all along.

"Because Scottzer is the eye of the mind—"

"Y-what are you talking about——!?" Scottzer's answer made Anton Sharon tremble involuntarily.

"You monster, get out of here!" a tall boy shoved Anton Saron.

"No wonder the Inquisitors arrested you, you are a monster!"

"We're going to be upset with you—"

"Why would the academy make someone like you a summoner! I'm going to ask my father to find the head of the academy to reason!"

Anton Sharon was once again kicked out of the classroom, he wanted to make some good impression on the new group, at least not to let everyone reject him, but now it seems that this is impossible.

Three

The Trainee Summoners' spell classes were once again held at the Onisok Stage, and although there were many rumors that Marzaha was leaving the War College, sometimes hearsay was the most unreliable, as in the case now, Marzaha appeared in front of the Trainee Summoners unnoticed. The discussion immediately stopped, and the former SOA186 summoners were happy that they could continue to be Marzahar's students, especially Asrema, whose reputation was now on par with that of Arroni. It has to be said that Marzaha's students are much more than the summoners of the same period in terms of spells.

"I have been appointed as the Official Calling Mentor of the War College. Marzaha said, unlike before, there was a slight tone in his words, it could have been joy or some other emotion.

"Great!" Asrema shouted excitedly, and some of the Trainee Summoners echoed with cheers below.

"Starting today," Marzaha continued, "I will teach you the use of summoner magic, which is a summoner skill that is often used in battles in the Land of Justice. Today, the first skill you are going to touch is Punishment!" As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow magical energy was released from his palm, and the magical energy hit the grass beside him, leaving a deep pit there.

"Can anyone tell me which department of magic this is?" Marzahar looked at each of the apprentice summoners with his silver eyes, and those who were listening to him for the first time bowed their heads in fear.

"Earth magic. Asrema said loudly, looking quite confident.

Marzaha shook his head slightly, "This magic doesn't belong to any department, it's pure magical energy, so it can change in a lot of directions. Of all summoner magic, Smite is the easiest to learn!"

The unique thing about Marzaha's teaching is that he often teaches his students tricks that can quickly learn a spell, such as now, when Asrema was the first to master the method of channeling magical energy, and his punishment spell can already open a hole in the body of a training dummy with a radius of 7 inches. Standing not far from Asrema, Anton Saron has his own set of tricks, he uses the mind-sight technique to gain the memories of those good summoners, and then tries to learn the spell using their methods. I have to say that this trick works very well, as long as you combine the methods of several people a little, you can greatly improve your own efficiency.

"I made it!" Asrema exclaimed excitedly, the wooden dummy in front of him had shattered into pieces, and the apprentice summoners around him looked at him with admiration.

Marzaha nodded in satisfaction, and he held out a hand to point to the fragments on the ground, which had been restored to a dummy, and more importantly, the material of the dummy had changed from wood to iron. "In many cases, your opponent's body is harder than steel!" he said as he passed Asrema's side.

Anton Salons knew that Asremma's side had succeeded, but for some reason, he was a little anxious. He touched the wooden training dummy, which had a hole that could be tucked into a finger, which of course was not enough.

"Need Scotzer's help, Scottzer can help us succeed and make us the center of attention, all you need is you to open the door of your heart and let Scottzer in!" Anton Saron's voice rang in his head again.

Anton Sharon ignored Scottzer, knowing that this guy would not only not let himself be the center of attention, but would make others think of him as an outlier. He carefully synthesized the methods of others, trying to find a breakthrough, and at that moment, he remembered a sentence he had seen in the "Summoner's Diary"...... The reason why many people can succeed is because they don't let go of any details, maybe it's a casual sentence from others, or a subtle change in something, as long as you grasp it, you can become strong before others......" ""Details, details ......" he muttered to himself.

"This magic doesn't belong to any one lineage, it's pure magical energy, so it can change in many directions. Of all summoner magic, Smite is the easiest to learn!"

"That's right, I can add stat changes to it in advance!" Anton Saron felt his heart beat faster, and for some reason, he felt that he was very close to success this time. "Frost, this is the attribute change I'm best at, okay, let's try it, let's get started!"

Anton Saron struck his spirit, struck his whole body in his left hand, and he tried to imagine the huge solid ice on the icy ocean until his body began to shiver...... A bolt of blue magical energy shot out of his palm and struck the training dummy—it looked as if nothing had happened, and he didn't hear the sound of shattering, nor did he hear exclamations from others. His hands fumbled wildly in mid-air until he touched something unusually cold, and with a loud bang, he quickly turned around and covered his head with his arms, and some fine ice edges splashed all over him.

All the people on the stage of Oni Sok focused their eyes on Anton Saron, the training dummy in front of him had disappeared, and people didn't know what he had done, but without exception, no one thought that he had completed the punishment spell. Marzaha slowly walked to Anton Salon's side, looking at the fine ice chips on his body and feet, a cold light flashed in his silver eyes, and the other summoners present were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, only the sightless Anton Saron was still standing in place, even though he knew that Mentor Marzaha was right in front of him.

"You're never in step with anyone else, Anton Salon!" Marzaha's voice suddenly became ethereal, and for some reason, his void perception spell failed.

The Summoner Trainees all covered their ears with painful expressions, and none of them could stand the sound that seemed to come from somewhere in their own bodies and resounded in their heads. Of course, everyone also holds a grudge against the author of this suffering, Anton Saron.

Four

Coria took Anton Saron by the hand and went to a café in the outer city, where they went up a flight of stairs and entered a spacious room filled with summoners of all ages. When everyone saw that it was Anton Sharon who came in, they immediately changed the topic of their conversation.

"Literature class, the tutor's name is Tegel, this guy is always late. Coria whispered to Anton Salon.

"Klya, will I see you again?" said Anton Sharon in a low voice, looking a little shy.

"Alright!" Koria narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Eroni is by the window!"

Anton Salon, who looked around, saw that there was a lectern in the center of the room, and the rest of the tables were arranged neatly in a circle around it, but he did not see Aroni. For the past month, Coria has been like this every day, giving Anton Salons another chance to see the world around him, and for some reason, as long as Coria is by his side, Scottzer will not appear. For him, Coria is his best friend, the most mysterious being, but he is also worried, worried that he will lose such a partner.

"Every time I see you, I'm so happy! Welcome!

A tall, thin man with black-rimmed glasses, who appeared to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, wore a gray robe with a silver shield insignia pinned to his collar. Anton Saron always felt like he had seen this man, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"I feel like I've seen him!" Anton Saron whispered.

"That's the Tegel ability, he can quietly erase a person's memories of himself. Coria explained with a smile.

"Why do you know this?" said Anton Sharon with a puzzled expression.

"I can't tell you yet!" Coria replied completely unexpectedly to Anton Saron.

"Today we're going to talk about a topic that will make everyone boo," Tegel used a flash spell to make himself appear on the podium in the center of the room, "and its name is ideal." Yes, everyone has their own ideals and aspirations, but for some reason, many people abandon it and treat it as the most useless thing. So who dares to tell me that he has not abandoned his ideals?"

The room was quiet, as dark as a night, and everyone stared blankly at Tegel, including Anton Saron, but his heart beat faster than anyone else, because he didn't abandon his ideals but had the courage to say them.

Tegel's tiny eyes, hidden under the lenses, scanned each summoner's face, and he quickly found his target, "Anton Saron, tell me your ideals or desires!"

Anton Saron was scared into a cold sweat, he didn't expect Tegel to call his name. "I-" He slowly rose from his seat, his cheeks hot, "I think—I want to be a summoner that everyone recognizes, and then—and then protect my beloved." His voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Laughter erupted in several corners of the room, and they couldn't seem to imagine that someone like Anton Salon, could talk about ideals and aspirations, and that his so-called ideals were so unrealistic.

"You may be seated, Anton Saron, you have more courage than some of you here!" Tegel's words were a pun on the irony of those who laughed and dispelled some of Anton Salon's nervousness, and the room soon fell silent again. "So—" he smiled at Anton Salon, "do you have a loved one or a friend?"

Anton Saron lowered his head at Tegel's question, yes, who should he protect without friends or loved ones? He thought for a few seconds, and as if he had an answer in his heart, "I have friends! Koria next to me, Asrema and Insominia in the dormitory, and—and Eroni......"

Anton Salon's answer made Tegel's eyes widen, and the three people sitting by the window: Asrema, Insominia, and Eroni all bowed their heads as if they had just made a big mistake. Coria closed one eye and gave Anton Salon's thumb up.

"Very well, so are you sure that your ideals are achievable?" Tegel continued, "and if you have a great setback along the way, will you give up? I mean, you may be able to be a person who is recognized by others in other ways, such as literature, and you may become a famous bard of Valoran." ”

Anton Sharon shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know. He replied calmly, because he had thought about this question for a long time, but he had never found an answer.

"Well, let me answer that question, and that's what I'm going to say to all of you," Tegel stepped off the podium and paced in the circular clearing in the center of the room, "The difference between us and other creatures is that we have the concept of life in our heads, and we all know that we are going to die. However, if a person does not have a goal, he will gradually become indifferent to the sense of life, and he will also foolishly think that death is far away from him. It's like you have eyes, but you can't see. However, when you have a vision and a goal, the situation is completely different, you have a life-fueled torch in your hand, and you can see clearly the path you are taking, and the next path to take. ”

"All successful people in history are not the strongest one, nor the most talented one, but the one who adheres to their ideals and does not know how to give up! As long as they are alive, they will maintain a forward attitude, even if the next second is death, they will not stop moving forward in this second! Our ideal may be very small, if you realize it, you will get the meaning of life; our ideal may be very large, if you bravely pick it up, you will stand at the starting point of success!"

As soon as Tegel finished his impassioned speech, the room burst into thunderous applause, and everyone was deeply touched by his words, and some even found their lost selves.

The two-hour literature class was over quickly, and it was already evening when Coria and Anton Salons walked out of the "Tegel Cafe", the inky blue sky was dotted with a few silver stars, and the pale yellow crescent moon seemed to hang on the high walls of the inner ring city. Most of the shops have closed, and the bustling outer city has become eerily calm, like a sleeper from exhaustion. The two walked through several long streets, and there was no word along the way, except that Coria kept holding Anton Saron's arm tightly to prevent him from falling.

"Brother Anton!" Koria broke the peace they had been keeping, "Someone is following us!"

"I feel it too. Anton Salon, in a low voice, had wanted to tell Coria about this a long time ago.

"What are we going to do?" Koria hugged Anton Saron by the arm like a younger brother.

"I guess it's the singana them!" Anton Saron grabbed Koria's arm with his other hand, "Let's go quickly!"

"I'm afraid not, man!" Zingana's voice was colder than the evening air, and he blocked Anton Saron and Koria's way.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Coria took a step back, putting her shoulder against Anton Salon's back.

"We want to teach you a lesson! to avenge the last time!" it was Kimberly who spoke, and since the bridge of his nose was broken by Asrema, his voice had become unpleasant.

"It's still the three of them!" said Aroni, who was hiding behind a deli on the street, "are we going to help, dear?"

"Let's watch here first. Insominia leaned against the door of the shop to prevent them from seeing him.

"We are no match for them, Big Brother Anton" Coria is telling the truth, don't talk about them, many masters of the War College have been defeated by these three people.

"Koria!be my eyes!" Anton Salon's tone became surprisingly firm, he had never spoken in such a tone, "I won't let them hurt you!

At this moment, Koria and Anton Saron both remembered a passage they had seen in an article in the Summoner's Diary...... In the summoner rating system*, combat literacy is the most important value, it reflects a person's will, and there are many classic battles in history where the weak defeated the strong, so we can't ignore this factor. When a man fights for his own righteousness, for his freedom, or for his beloved, he will have the power to defeat all enemies that seem impossible to defeat!"

"Brother Anton!" Koria also lost her previous cowardice, "I tell you my abilities now, I can obtain the abilities of the other party, and control them! Now, you have to enter my mental world, get my thoughts, and let me know your thoughts!"

Anton Saron didn't understand Koria's so-called "gain the ability of the other party and control them", but at the moment, he didn't care so much, he quickly entered Koria's mental world, the door engraved with spells suddenly opened by itself, and the person in the door pulled him in, to his surprise, the person who pulled him was Coria!

"Kimberly, you can take care of them alone!" said Zingana to Kimberly beside him, his words filled with contempt for Anton Saron and Kolya.

Kimberly rushed over with his sword in his hand and slashed at Anton Salon, but Anton Salonn dodged the blow with ease. "Y-aren't you invisible?" said Kimberly in surprise.

"I can feel it!" Anton Salon, knowing that his explanation would not convince his opponent, he was not worried about himself, but was afraid that Kimberly would suddenly turn to attack Coria. But for now, that's not going to happen.

Although Kimberly was proficient in swordsmanship, he couldn't hurt Anton Saron at all, as if the other party knew the direction of his attack in advance, which made him very annoyed.

"Fool!" shouted Singana not far away, "his eyes are on that guy!"

Kimberly immediately understood that it turned out that Anton Saron and Koria had already shared vision, and with the cooperation of strong perception and third-party perspective, the opponent was able to dodge several of his attacks. Suddenly realized, he raised his sword and slashed at Klya, however, for some reason, Anton Saron appeared in front of Krya one step ahead of him and blocked his own attack with his sword.

"Don't try to hurt Coria!" Anton Saron grabbed Coria's wrist with his unsworded hand.

"No one in the War College can beat me in swordsmanship!" Kimberly said as he raised his sword and slashed at Anton Salon's head, and just as he was halfway through the action, the blade suddenly turned and slammed into his opponent's neck.

However, Anton Saron once again saw through Kimberly's attack, crossed the blade, held the hilt with one hand, and held the blade against the sword with the other, parrying the blow.

"This can't ——" Kimberly shouted, holding his sword in both hands, cutting off Anton Saron's sword at the waist, and at this moment, a blood-red charm suddenly appeared on his sword, and he screamed and threw away the sword in his hand.

"It's now, Brother Anton!" Koria exclaimed.

Anton Sharon waved his hands, and faint yellow light shot out from his palms, turning into ropes that tied up Kimberly Five.

"Rope binding, it looks like it's magically enhanced!" said Singana with a smile of contempt, "Looks like you've found a way to make up for your shortcomings!"

Anton Saron and Koria looked at each other, then nodded slightly. At the same time, Herbert slammed his iron fist into the ground, sending a shockwave from the ground and slicing the stone pavement of the street to pieces everywhere it went. However - Anton Saron and Koria dodged the blow with a flash spell.

"Learned to flash!" Singana's eyes widened, he looked surprised, "and the timing was so accurate—"

"Is this mindsight?" said Asrema as she watched the battle.

"Yes, Anton Saron is a descendant of the family of the Invokers, that's for sure!" Insominia explained, watching the battle over there carefully.

"If you can see through your opponent's next attack in battle, even if you are not as strong as your opponent, you will not necessarily lose!" Asrema muttered to herself.

"Brother Anton, we must deal with Sengana first, his spells are very powerful, behind Herbert is a bakery, there is a nail loose in the door, next-"

"I see, Korya!"

"Be careful! I'm not at home yet! Once I—"

"I believe in you, Korya!"

"Thanks! We only have one chance—"

A flash of silver light flashed, and Anton Salon, who was summoned by Coria to Herbert's back, took Kimberly's sword, and slashed at his opponent's neck - however, this move was discovered by Singana, and with a wave of his hand, Anton Salon's sword was immediately knocked away and hit the wooden door of the bakery behind him. The loose nail on the wooden door broke free from the shackles of the wooden plank and flew towards Sengana. Zingana's eyes were quick and he flicked the nail open with a spell.

Despite his huge size, Herbert was not slow to move, and he turned sharply and swung his iron fist at Anton Saron. Fortunately, Anton Saron hid in time, otherwise his head would have blossomed. Herbert didn't want to stop there, though, because he had trapped his opponent in a small space, like a butcher facing a lamb to the slaughter.

"You're going to die, Anton Saron!" Herbert showed a mouthful of gold teeth, it turned out that the guy was armed to the teeth.

"I'm not fighting you alone!" As soon as Anton Saron's words fell, his figure turned into a silver light and disappeared.

"Very good, Big Brother Anton!" Koria patted Anton Saron on the shoulder.

"Thank you—" Anton Saron was sweating profusely, and he had been one step away from death several times.

Singana never seemed to have such an expression, and at this moment, he was looking at the blood-red charm on his left palm, and his body couldn't help trembling, "This is the bloodstain charm of the Brad family!?"

"Coria is a descendant of the Brad family!" exclaimed Arroni, who was watching the battle not far away, and Asrema hurriedly covered her mouth.

"I think so, it's a bloodstain charm. Insominia whispered.

"I've heard it before, but what is that?" Asrema asked the two beside him.

Arroni pushed Aslema's hand away, "It looks like the winner has been decided." ”

Singana screamed, his left arm waving wildly as if it no longer belonged to him. "Herbert, get out of the way!" he shouted at Herbert. Unfortunately, it was too late, and his hand under the blood spell unleashed a fireball at where Herbert was standing, and after a loud bang, Herbert lay on all fours in front of the bakery, unconscious.

"Is that what you mean by controlling your opponent?" said Anton Ssalon, staring blankly at Herbert.

"If you know what your opponent is capable of, and you just did the job for me!" Koria said with a smile.

"You guys!" said Xingana, his pale face full of anger as he glared at Anton Saron and Kolya, his right hand trying to contain his left hand's involuntary movements.

"He's going to use that!" Anton Saron grabbed Kolya's arm, ready to lead him away.

"Brother Anton" Coria narrowed her eyes and looked at Anton Saron, "He bullied you so much, we can't spare him like this and enter his spiritual world!"

Anton Salon, knowing that now was not the time to argue with Coria, did so, and pushed open the door of Singana, entering a world full of darkness, a world that was more terrifying and gloomy than the one in Bangald, and he had only stood in it for less than two seconds before he had the idea of leaving as soon as possible.

"Brother Anton, I'll leave it to you next!"

"Korya, do you want to—"

"Secret Method: Bloodstain Sigil!"

A huge blood-red spell suddenly appeared in mid-air in the heart of Xingana's mind world, and at the same time, a powerful force pushed Anton Saron out of the door.

Anton Salon's last memory is vaguely seeing Singana clutching his head and screaming and falling to his knees, as well as Coria's bloodless face......

Five

Anton Saron didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he was surprised that he hadn't dreamed, which was precious to him, because the dreams he remembered were all nightmares. Now, he clearly knew that he was awake, and that he was lying in the hospital bed again, and more importantly, a familiar and unfamiliar aura was beside him.

"Anton, can you hear me?"

Anton Saron will never forget the voice, and he slammed into his feet and hugged the man sitting on the edge of his bed, before he could even open his eyes. "Sister—I miss you so much—"

"Sister misses you too, sister should come with you" Anrila's words were crying, "I'm sorry - Anton, I have wronged you!"

"Those don't matter, sister, the important thing is that you are by my side now. Anton Sharon also cried, "This time—don't leave, okay?"

"Hmm-" Anrela nodded vigorously, "I'll be there for you no matter what happens." ”

"Koria—" Anton Saron stretched out one hand and fumbled in the air until he was held tightly by the other, "Are you alright—"

"It didn't matter, it was just a good night's sleep. Korya smiled, wearing the uniform white shirt of the patients in the hospital.

Anton Sharon once again saw Koria squinting and smiling, and Anrila's beautiful face that was full of sadness, and behind them stood a handsome man he didn't know.

"Hello, Anton Saron, my name is Mocha Amuel. Mocha smiled at Anton Salon, who gave him a smile in return.

[Author's Note]

*General Darkwell: The leader of the Order of Noxus and the Supreme Military Commander, who mysteriously disappeared two years ago, targeting an event that is still a top secret in Noxus.

*Summoner Rating System: A system that measures the combat strength of a summoner, consisting of five ability values: Spell Mastery, Spell Mastery, Hand-to-hand combat, Combat Literacy, and Spell Fusion.