Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 187 He seems to be...

The female trainee, her face flushed with embarrassment, glanced around erratically before suddenly spotting the disheveled figure sitting with his back turned in mid-air: "Hey? Who's that person sitting next to the presiding judge?"

The shameless male student glanced at the air in mid-air but didn't care: "Judging from his tattered appearance, he's probably a prisoner captured by Lord Bosco."

Keita, who was mingling in the crowd, also looked over.

At this moment, the figure in mid-air looked extremely disheveled.

His upper body was covered with tattered cloth shirts, and his dark, muscular body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, which had now congealed, forming a dense and horrifying patch of blood-red spots.

He was still wearing an exceptionally large, tattered half-body armor beneath him, which piled up like a binding chain when he sat cross-legged.

His hair was singed in many places, leaving gaps like it had been chewed by a dog. Other parts of his hair were covered in dust and dried blood, and it looked as if it had been soaked through with sweat. All the hair was stuck together in a plate-like shape, giving it a strange grayish-red color.

His behavior at this moment was even more bizarre.

Holding a strange, shiny, and clean heavy sword, he held a rag that was dirtier than the sword and kept wiping it with a self-important air.

Yes, it's just him trying to look cool.

Because, judging from his current appearance and the way he wiped himself, he didn't look like a handsome wandering swordsman at all.

Instead, they resemble sword boys in real life who specialize in washing swords for passersby.

But... why does that back view seem somewhat familiar?
Keitan examined it carefully for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Putting aside why Yaro is here, you should know that Yaro's hair is golden, and Yaro stays in his room all year round and never goes out, so his skin is whiter and brighter than a girl's.

Keitaen found it hard to reconcile the well-dressed Yaro with this disheveled swordsman.

"How could prisoners still have weapons?" the little girl muttered, looking at the figure in mid-air with a confused expression.

The boy gazed at the little girl with fascination, his eyes fixed on her, and casually remarked, "Whether they're armed or not, aren't they all defeated opponents to Lord Bosco?"

Watching the two lovebirds, and then glancing at their retreating figures as they discussed their love, Keita inexplicably recalled a story Yaro had once told her, and the line slipped out: "He looks like a..."

Snapped!
Keita slapped his mouth, glanced guiltily at the sky, and quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

Even if they were defeated by Lord Bosco, they were not people that we junior apprentices could insult.

With his back to the crowd, Yaro paused, his senses already sharp, and he deliberately focused his attention on the direction of Keita.

That's why, despite the cacophony of noise, Yaro was able to hear their conversation clearly.

Keitan!
You son of a bitch!
His muscles twitched slightly, as if urging him to play around with Keitan again.

Never mind, it's not that bad.

Having been Keita's father for so long, I should forgive him for some of his minor mistakes.

Moreover—once that decision was made, the current merriment was destined to be something that no longer belonged to him.

Yaro sighed softly and lowered his hand from wiping the heavy sword.

The crowd gradually left the area, following the path cleared by the clown in the suit.

Some guards were scattered around. As soon as the trainees woke up, someone immediately went to help them up, explained the situation to them, and guided them to leave in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the guards were becoming more and more skilled, Bosco floated back and nodded slightly to the clown in the suit: "Lord Tides, leave the rest to them. Let's go. Yaro, come here too, I have some questions for you." "Yes, teacher." Yaro put his greatsword into his spatial ring, propped himself up on his knees, and stood up. He also had many questions he wanted to ask Bosco.

The clown in the suit snapped his fingers and chuckled, "Shall we do a post-match interview with our champion? That's one of my favorite parts! We always want to know what the champion thinks after winning."

The space swayed slightly, the surrounding buildings seemed unchanged, but the faint sounds around me had disappeared.

Inexplicably, tens of thousands of pale-faced, sleeping spectators appeared in the audience seats nearby.

Yaro looked around, and the image of that desperate, roaring figure resurfaced in his mind.

'Mentor, why did I have to meet you!'

Knan Nabi...

The huge building that the clown in the suit built earlier looks very similar to this place, but there are no pale-faced apprentices or countless spectators in the audience there.

That's right, this is the real eternal arena!
However, all the spectators were asleep, and the arena, which should have been bustling with noise, was unusually quiet.

“Yaro, I don’t object to you leaving the academy, but… I hope you won’t give up your status as a student at Owl Academy.” Bosco’s first words startled Yaro.

Discovered?

You've never told anyone about this, have you?

However, it will soon become clear that it doesn't matter if Bosco finds out.

Yaro looked up at the old man's weathered face. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes were clear and unfathomable: "A student of the Owl Academy? What's the point of giving up or not?"

The clown in the suit chuckled, "Yeah, what's the point? Whether he's given up verbally or not, he still graduated from Owl Academy. Bosco, you're too focused on appearances."

The clown's words reminded Yaro that Bosco didn't necessarily want to keep him at the academy; it was just an old man's lingering affection.

Yaro immediately bowed and said sincerely, "Regardless of whether I have that status or not, you will always be my teacher."

Bosco may not have been able to teach much, but the importance he placed on him and the significant sacrifices he made for him were seen and remembered by Jaro.

So even if it's just to make Bosco feel a little better, it's okay to agree to such a trivial matter.

"As long as Owl Academy doesn't expel me, I won't deny my relationship with the academy."

Although Yaro said this, the possibility of him not being dismissed was too small.

If he escapes, he will inevitably be wanted. Once the Jungle House issues a warrant, the academy will no longer be able to maintain its identity.

So... a dropout from Owl Academy?

It sounds surprisingly catchy, with a hint of 'Konoha rogue ninja'.

Of course, there will be unexpected situations.

For example... Bosco still has his old authority, and he is the one who subdues the crowd!
But this raises another problem.

Anthony has already officially announced that he defeated and imprisoned Bosco.

If Bosco reappears, Anthony will naturally not give up, and the two will have to fight again!
The problem is... all that's happening to Bosco now is just a phantom image. Has he really escaped?
Can he beat Anthony?

(End of this chapter)