Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

And like it, the ability to secure a path of retreat for the entire team wasn't any less important than scout.

If the team got stuck in a losing fight, it was crucial to have a few techniques that would help the team to retreat without losing too much.

Having techniques that could entrap the enemy would help in fighting them and even in escaping deadly battles.

As he decided the general paths for his team's future development, he started to think much deeper into which techniques he should select to teach them.

And above all, where he should teach them these techniques, and what reasons he should give them to accept his tutelage.

He was, after all, just in the same class as them. Even if they respected them, many would still see themselves much better than one who just joined their class, was living a life of a useless porter in the past two years and didn't come from any big clan or family.

William stayed awake for an hour or so, thinking about such issues, until sleep overthrew his mind, and fell into deep sleep.

He didn't know that he was this tired after all the things that happened in the class and afterwards. And after such a long day, he slept for almost the entire daytime.

When he woke up, the sky outside was already dark. He stretched his body, felt more refreshed before he went to sleep.

"You finally woke up!" and just in the middle of his deep yawn, a weird voice appeared all of sudden from his room. He instantly got alarmed, jumped off his bed, took out his sword, while trying to see clearly through the thick veil of his long sleep.

"You know that you sleep like a baby."
"You… It's you… How are you here?!!!" William saw the last person he'd expect to see when he'd wake up.

"What? Don't you want to see me?"

"It's not that…" William couldn't help but feel alarmed. The last time he met Sara, he was this close from losing his life, "how did you get in here?"

"Through the window," she pointed at the window's direction, and at this moment William realised why he saw the dark sky outside so clear.

He just woke up, and his mind wasn't fully awake. So, he missed that he could see the sky clearly as the window was wide open.

"I didn't want to knock on the door and get interrogated by someone," she paused, seemingly referring to two sisters.

"Were you watching me?"

"Don't blame me for this," she shrugged, moving freely in the room as if it was hers, before sitting on the bed, "what you said last time we met was something I can't let go of."

"You could have met me in the classes," William sheathed his sword, while thinking about this bomb in his room.

If she was here, and that old man thought about spying on him, then this time he had nothing to say to defend himself.

Last time he got lucky to escape the headmaster's rage. But if he got caught this time, he would have no way out. "Let's go, let's speak outside."

"Don't worry, my grandpa isn't here," she seemed to feel William's anxiety and easily guessed the reason behind this.

After all, she didn't speak with her grandpa for an entire day after this incident, and she tried her best to forget everything related to it.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget what William said to her before. At the same time, when she sneaked in and watched him sleeping like a baby, the vulgar words of her grandpa echoed in her mind, adding a tinge of redness over her lovely cheeks.

"Ahem, I'm not afraid of your grandpa," William felt a little irritated to admit this undeniable fact and couldn't help but blurt out such a lie.

"That's true indeed," she nodded, as if she knew his secret and decided to play along with his lie, "and now let's talk business."

"You want to know how to awaken your dormant darkness element in your spirit?" William knew why she came all the way here, to his bedroom.

"Well… You can say I came here for that as well," she seemed a bit hesitant about something. And William couldn't tell what she had in her mind.


"I want to do something, or to be more honest, I want to look for something…" and when William showed a puzzled expression on his face, she sighed, took out something off her storage ring, held it tightly, before handing it over to him, "this is something left over to me by my mother."

"Your mother?" William heard all the stories about her father, but he never heard anything about her mother.

"She… She escaped a long time ago from the academy," Sara's face was enough to tell William how this matter affected her.

She looked as if a small raft in the middle of raging ocean waves, in the heart of a thunderous storm in the ocean.

"This…" William saw something like a bottle of glass in her two shaky hands. The bottle was enough to be held by her two fists, and still extended a little outside her shaky grasp.

Inside, William could see something folded, like a scroll. Yet this one was deep yellow in colour, seemingly old enough to be left for decades.

"This is… This is something my mother left over for me before vanishing from here," Sara seemed to recall something, as her rounded eyes got muddied with a thick layer of tears.

She sniffed, wiped the tears away with her sleeve, before adding, "it's written in an ancient language, one that I struggled to decipher."

"And what tells you that I can decipher it?" William wanted to ask her about her past, about her mother, but he felt just touching such a sour spot of her would make her collapse.