Transmigrated With A Resolution System

'If it isn't the spy!' Nix sneered in his thoughts, turning around.

In one swift mood change, he had his expression in an eye shut smile. He made sure not to show any hostility, however.

'You can do this Nix, do not be swayed by some pretty face and volupt– ahhh! What the heck am I thinking? She's going to betray you.' He tore his gaze away from her slightly opened bathrobe, leaving little to the imagination as it hugged all her curves so effortlessly.

He had to remind himself that she had probably still done this to get to him. Exhaling, he made a self conscious effort to speak calmly and gaze only into her eyes.

"I had totally lost control of my strength and I just broke it by accident. It must have meant alot to you, I apologize for that. It won't ever happen again, I promise." He lowered his head in a mocking bow.

His hands shook as he felt the sweat trail down his forehead. Keeping his emotions in check was getting harder than it seemed. He had his hands balled into a fist, hoping to keep his thoughts from painting her in a bad light as he avoided staring at her body.

"By accident, really? Do I look dumb to you?"

'Well you certainly aren't if you could hide your intentions so clearly without a trace of guilt in your eyes and action.' Nix's thought snapped.

Instead, he merely shrugged at her question. He had apologized for something unnecessary, there was no point justifying himself anymore.

'So many strange things have been happening to him lately,' Lumina observed as she dried out her hair with a towel, running her fingers through her damp hair.

"I'd have to speak with Mr Zhao for a replacement." She joked.

'Was he the one who handed you the letter?' He wondered, his lip twitched, a slight smile on his face.

The mere mention of that name triggered Nix's temper. He stood up, quickly gathering a few things. It would seem he would have to pay another visit to Lank again.
"Where are you going? You said you were going to–"

Bam!

She jumped up with such force, the windows vibrated in response to the impact, the chair he was sitting on toppled over and fell to the floor.

"Did I do something wrong?" She croaked, choking on a sob. "What did I do?!" She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes as she stood at the spot.

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In the sparring hall the next day,

The brick walls were covered in thick green vines, and they were crawling all over the floor, the ceiling, and even out of the windows.

Clip!

Clop!

The sound of heels could be heard. All attention was immediately drawn to the door, which had opened almost as if it had been the wind that had done the honors.

It was a lady walking in the hall, her arms were crossed and her lips were puckered in disapproval. Her long green hair was brushed and tied in a ponytail, with two face framing tendrils, hanging loosely. Her blue eyes were cold and her face was lined with anger. She was dressed in a white silk flower patterned dress with a green belt. A lotus shape carved on a golden medal which was hanging from her neck on a chain, laid perfectly on her perky bust.

She took in the scene and her eyes swept up and down the sparring hall. All the students were standing in lines, waiting for their sparring match. She walked up to the teacher, the man who was to introduce her to the students.

He was a tall dark skinned man with long ebony hair that was slicked back and a goatee beard. His deep blue eyes were twinkling, and his lips were pursed in an admirable smile. He was dressed in a long loose-fitting white shirt and black pants. He looked to be around six and a half feet tall.

He stood behind the podium with his arms crossed. He was one of the teachers assigned to be in charge of the sparring hall, and his name was Mr. Doliu. He was watching the woman walk up to him. A sly smirk was etched onto his face.

Nodding her head as a form of acknowledgement, she raised her chin high with pride, awaiting his little introduction.

Clearing his throat, he turned to the other students, "I would like to introduce you all to a special guest from SGO, Miss Lotus of the Greenwich society."

The students all stood up in turn and bowed their heads.

"Now, she will be supervising in the sparring hall today, as you can see the vines are spreading all over the room."

The students began to whisper among themselves. They had wondered why the hall had been saturated with vines as it was not part of the main sparring hall some of them remembered. Now they knew the vines were spreading all around because of her influence.

"Could it be a gift or magic?" Someone asked in a hushed whisper, afraid of being spotted, yet curious about the truth.

"It's definitely a gift!" A student retorted quickly.

'Noisy students.' She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm while they went on discussing without regard to if they could be heard or not.

All the students were amazed to see that a young lady was there to supervise them. There were only two other female sparring instructors, and they were old and not that good at it.

This was almost a dream come true for them. There was a slight hush on the sparring floor. The students watched as she took a few steps back and waited for the next step.

The students were nervous. Many of them had never sparred against anyone else, and most of them, if not all of them, were not at their best. Mostly consisting of lower ranks, they were all new at this, and they felt the weight of the task before them.

They watched in awe as the vines twisted and overlapped themselves, forming a thick green chair for Miss Lotus.

Sitting down behind the podium, her dress made a swooshing sound as it moved through the air.

Mr Doliu walked up to her and handed her a letter. "The letter from Mr Zhao." He said, bowing a little and showing his teeth in a smile. "He asked me to deliver it." He whispered, bowing again and walked away.




As she opened the envelope she saw a large red stamp with the organization's insignia, and her eyes lit up. She quickly unfolded and read the letter.

'Interesting.' She was intrigued. She read it several times. Her eyes were now focused, and she had to smile.