Hush:The Secret of the Wind のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A gale of wind surrounded my body as I performed my quirk. A quick movement of my wand from left to right and twirling it after a strong flick, the drawing in the air was a round emblem filled tangled and elaborate symbols.  I felt the tingling sensation the wind leaves as it tickles my body. Remembering the days I was scolded for not being able to feel the wind perfectly, I called and whispered to the invisible lad my desire and my will. “Gentle oh you are wind of the celestialHear my plea and grant us theeShow thy might and thy beautyOh wash away all the sorrow thy see”Above my head formed a whirling wind it was moving fast that it could cut all objects it shall pass, the gale of wind around me lifted me up and the whirl filled the room. It was a relief that the audience are safe from it because of the barrier I would not need to worry about anyone facing danger from the spell. From the front desk of the dais I saw a few people jotting down notes, dome

“Here is enough, you should go back and get some more rest, don’t act rashly, alright?” I reminded Johann as he delivered me to my doorsteps. He kissed my cheeks, smiled and walked towards the Aces office. The dorm is totally the opposite way, I sighed. He will really over work himself at this rate. I remember what Johann told me earlier, that he wants to give me something so I should make some time for him tomorrow. I wonder what it is. as I pushed the door open I was surprised when the girls were leaning on it resulting to their fall when I entered.“Sorry for that, but what are you lot doing there?” I apologized immediately and wondered why they were there.Everyone then started to spread around pretending to do their own things, Antonella even attempted to clean the ceiling. Ah, I think I know now, they were once again prying; I laughed at my conclusion and entered our room. I sat on my bed and thought of what has transpired today. A goofy grin escaped my lips

   The surroundings were eerily quiet. As I observe up in the air I saw the devastating aftermath of the battle. I am sure that if ever word comes out to the mahò users the school would be in total panic. And if word comes out to the town it might even bring problems to the whole Island. Just who was that woman? Was she connected to the reason why Monk Amon is currently teaching in the Academe? From the far left side of the forest Mayo suddenly emerged. He ran towards his teammates and checked their bodies for injuries. In a minute he was already transforming into his child form. I decided to go back to the main hall and reserve my questions for later. I mounted my broom and headed towards the others. But as I was above ground I saw something moving in the trees below. Quickly I lowered my altitude and traced the onlooker; he was running to the same direction I was headed to. Strange enough his back was oddly familiar. ‘Ma!’

 Shards of glass went flying in the air. Monk Aiwa was crouched in the ground trembling from the almost death experience, Monk Liya on the other hand was standing with her hand dripping of blood. It was the result of the impact she received from making the glass barrier to protect themselves from the fireball that was plunging towards them. The usual light atmosphere from Monk Liya was gone, she was surrounded by a dark atmosphere, and it was a scene one could behold. The most compassionate and calm monk was angry for the second time of her life. “Oh? I did not expect you to survive that, Amon’s monks are more durable than I thought,” the man in the black cape tauntingly said. He was still floating above ground looking down on the monks. Monk Liya gritted her teeth while clenching her hand so hard that it almost made her palm bleed. The man was emitting mana that is overwhelmingly powerful; she knew that if she fought her defeat wou

 “Oh my god, Lista are you okay?” Antonella hurried to me after canceling all her spells. The glass barrier was also brought down and I saw the professor coming towards us. “I’m alright Nellie,” I said accepting helping hand and stood up. I chuckled and assured her once again that I was okay. “That was a good fight,” Professor Joseph praised us. He casted me a glance and gave me a meaningful smile. “You are a wind mage am I correct?” he asked. I nodded in response. “Your origin if I may ask?” I thought twice before answering the professor’s question. My origin was never really confirmed since my childhood was a sensitive topic at the temple. Whenever I talk about what happened when I was a child it was apparent that the monks avoid the topic so I never really pushed it farther, according to Monk Amon, when time comes I will eventually find my memo