In another dormitory, also a single room, a beautiful girl had just opened her door, her gaze immediately drawn to a piece of paper on the ground. It was a pink paper, folded into a delicate butterfly shape, her favorite design.

  Who dropped this? The girl bent down to pick it up, slowly unfolding it to read, and she paused, slightly surprised: “Dear Miss Sya: I know this may seem abrupt, but I cannot control myself. From the first moment I saw you, your beautiful face shone like moonlight on a windowsill, your elegant demeanor like the spring breeze sweeping across the pins. I know I have become the butterfly in the spring breeze, remembering only your endless beauty, forgetting where I myself stand.

  Wind Element Css 4 (U), Liu Sen.”

  How beautifully written! Sya couldn’t help but read it again. She had received many such love letters before, but never with such poetic nguage and restrained dignity. Most boys were direct about their feelings, eager to meet her, even specifying dates and addresses. But not this Liu Sen. He seemed to be expressing a certain wistfulness.

  Liu Sen, who is he? She had no recollection of him. Css 4 (U), a level 4 magician, not a bad ranking. After pacing around the room for a while, Sya finally decided to tuck the letter away, choosing to ignore it. There were plenty of others vying for her attention, some with far superior magical abilities and better family backgrounds, treating her wonderfully, always gentlemanly in her presence, as her mother said, such a man was more dependable.

  The next day, as she gradually forgot about Liu Sen, opening her door, she still saw another butterfly knot. Hesitating for a moment, she opened it: “Sya, tonight the moonlight is like water, cool and pleasant, just like your eyes, so pure and intoxicating. I only wish to record this moment's feelings, to share them with you. Liu Sen.”

  To share his fleeting feelings? How poetic and romantic? Did he truly understand her, enjoying the quiet night sky as she did? Nowadays, such men seemed rare, as most preferred to meditate or practice at night. Even if they did look outside, what could they possibly feel?

  Day by day, each day brought a short greeting, sometimes a few lines akin to poetry, sometimes a small verse, all so refreshing and elegant, making her grow fond of them. She felt herself changing, from initial resistance to actively looking for these messages. Each time she went out in the morning and returned at noon, she could always find his greetings on time.

  On the eighth day, Sya opened her door, her gaze drifting to the back of the door, and she froze. Why was there nothing today? Had something happened? Her heart skipped a beat, feeling distracted all day, and had trouble sleeping at night. Had she ignored him for so long that he gave up?

  But on the ninth day, she found a new butterfly knot, grabbing the note, feeling her heart race, and upon opening it, the message was much longer: “Sya, do you dislike me disturbing you? If so, I can stop bothering you, and just silently wish you happiness forever. It’s rare for me to find a girl I truly like, please forgive me for disturbing you for so long…”

  She couldn’t detect any discouragement in his words, but Sya felt she saw his sadness, such a considerate boy, always thinking of her, yet sacrificing himself. Sya held the letter to her chest, quietly telling herself, “Sya, can you really let him do this? Even if you don’t like him, you should at least tell him, let him not torment himself. Ignoring him is not right!”

  To see him, to see this boy who had written her eight love letters, how different he must be in reality from his letters. Such sensitive boys are often very introverted, perhaps not very attractive, because those full of masculinity would never be like this. Their ck of advantage makes them more inclined towards inner emotions, though they are also deserving of sympathy, despite not many girls liking them.

  Ahead was the Wind Element cssroom, with students walking out. The ones at the front were tall and confident, the girls and a short boy at the back. Which one of them was he? Could it be the boy looking down at the ground?

  A voice called out: “Liu Sen, shall we be in the same group for the outdoor training?”

  This was the short boy, younger and obviously not as strong. In such training, the strong preferred to pair with the strong, leaving no choice for the weaker ones. This was directed towards the back, with only two people there, one tall and handsome, the other the boy looking at the ground.

  It seemed her guess was correct; this small, thin student was Liu Sen. Sya felt a slight disappointment, despite foreseeing this. The short boy lifted his head without speaking, while the handsome boy beside him said, “Sorry, Nair, I’m with Joseph in a group!” giving the boy beside him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “How about it, Joseph, are you willing?”

  Joseph revealed a childlike smile: “Of course, with you, Liu Sen, we won’t have to stick to the forest's edge!”

  “Needless to say?” Liu Sen ughed heartily. “We can head into the deepest parts of the forest, of course, as long as the instructor allows…”

  The two walked away, leaving behind Liu Sen’s hearty ughter. Sya was stunned. This was Liu Sen? Full of bravado and spirit? Completely different from what she imagined, he was handsome, tall, and manly. Not overly muscur, but each step seemed to carry a magical rhythm. What touched her most were his eyes, bright and clear, just a brief gnce in her direction accelerated her heartbeat. She never imagined someone’s eyes could be so captivating, so charming.

  Liu Sen might not have realized, but his eyes had indeed changed. After his soul took residence in Akrus’s body, Akrus's eyes transformed, the habit of squinting changed, becoming full of wisdom and life. The warmth flowing through his eyes altered them again, making them brighter and clearer, enhancing his night vision significantly, adding a yer of mystery. Yet, few noticed this change.

  He was keenly interested in the upcoming outdoor training, his enthusiasm stemming from his skills.

  In nine days, including the first day, he felt he had undergone a transformation, although uncertain of his exact level of skill, he knew he had improved significantly.

  On the first night of training, he faced many dangers, but by the second day, the dangers seemed less daunting. Ground snakes could hardly threaten him; he had to act quickly, and his progress was evident. Over ten days, he achieved iron barrel-like protection under a tree, with each falling leaf pierced by needles (at times, several leaves would fall simultaneously).

  More significantly, he could pierce through a snake's head with a needle, a difficult feat in the dark, but he managed to accurately hit the target.

  Regarding ground snakes, they posed no threat; he could easily dodge them or kick them away, preventing them from biting his legs.

  His greatest improvement, or excitement, came from his legs. After ten days of training, his jumping ability became incredibly powerful, capable of leaping seven to eight meters high and covering ten or more meters in distance. This might be due to the strange power within him, which had merged with his body during uninterrupted training. Was this Wind Feather Art?

  It must be, as only Wind Feather Art in magic could allow someone to fly. He couldn’t fly as high as the principal because he was only a beginner, unable to “float” in the air with the same elegance and beauty due to his limited skills. Perhaps it wasn’t truly Wind Feather Art, but to have devised a high-level magic on his own, even just beginning, was miraculous enough to be celebrated.

  Wind Feather Art was a secret technique avaible only to those above Wind Magic Instructors, taught only after reaching level 1. Of course, he didn’t know the true essence of Wind Feather Art.

  Magicians floating in the air wasn’t about a unique beauty; they simply couldn’t fly faster. In the magic world, practicality was key. If faster flight was possible, who wouldn’t choose speed?

  Although his flight distance couldn’t match that of a Magic Instructor, his speed was enviable, a fact unknown to anyone, including himself. He was merely interested in the convenience of “Wind Feather Art” for sneaking a peek at Gesu bathing, effortlessly leaping without the need to climb, unafraid of falling.

  Setting aside his astonishing agility, his achievements were already miraculous, enough to astonish even a Great Swordsman. But Liu Sen was unaware of this and unsatisfied, feeling far from success.

  His beautiful instructor had once mentioned piercing falling leaves, but he could only guarantee piercing leaves from a single tree, far from protecting against dozens simultaneously. And his achievements were aided by the moon; what if it were raining, windy, or pitch dark?

  He had many areas to improve, perhaps goals for the coming years. Hence, Liu Sen wouldn’t become compcent, not daring to mention his training to his beautiful instructor, feeling too distant from success to boast. He continued training secretly, aiming to reach the level mentioned by his instructor before reporting his progress. Ideally, the instructor would forget this task, not checking his progress, sparing him embarrassment.

  The beautiful instructor seemed understanding, not mentioning the training, reducing Liu Sen’s pressure significantly.

  Unbeknownst to him, the instructor hadn’t considered he was training in such an "impossible" manner. If she knew Liu Sen had been training as she jokingly suggested for ten days, she’d be astounded, and her chest might even flutter — because such training wasn’t meant for humans. If it were to be considered training, it would be for gods, either a War God or someone with severe delusions.

  Leaves fluttering everywhere, covering a wide area, with leaves at different heights and speeds, changing upon a person's rush.

  Piercing all these leaves in an instant was beyond human capability. Gesu, the initiator, merely set a prankish trap, never intending to enter it herself. Her suggested method was unachievable even for her (ignoring the absurd leaves, focusing solely on avoiding snake bites was enough to be grateful). Only a god or a severely delusional individual would cim success.

  Liu Sen wasn’t a god or delusional; he didn’t believe he could achieve it but strived towards the goal, inching closer because he trusted Gesu’s words, not merely out of naivety towards women, but because he genuinely benefited from this unfathomable training. Doubting one’s own experiences was unreasonable, wasn’t it?