The Magic Of Akademic
77 - Underestimating Stare

Elder Genta raised his eyebrows and was seen nodding hearing the one of the group representatives who was now in front of the table raised their hands and shouted.

"Cruel, mash, water, wood, and fire."

Atma smiled clumsyly. He hoped that his request could be granted by Elder Genta. If he only relied on the three herbs, he could do nothing.

Some representatives of the group looked at him, as if full of questions with what the First class C representatives wanted.

"You can ask for other items or tools to help."

The teachings of Elder Genta made the representatives of each group immediately excited. Without further ado they ask for tools or items to be used. And of course the item was only given by the Elders, without any interference from the disciples.

Atma's fingers tapped on the worried table. He gulped with great difficulty as he returned to accidentally looking at the Genta Elder who seemed to want to eat himself with just a look in the eye.

"I think Luffy's gaze is better."

Atma's gaze turned to the group who turned out to be smiling. Dirgan, Inay, Rinai and Nada raised their hands and waved as if to encourage.

A crescent moon arch appeared on Atma's face. He retorted by waving his hand, making the few disciples who saw him snort.

The crowd is inevitable when a Senior is doing something with a large iron that is still unformed. The intense heat of the fire burned the iron. He floated up, a huge axe he held tightly. The wind blew away the white robe and her hairband.

Handsomest. That one word managed to come out of the Atma unknowingly. It felt that if juxtaposed with that Senior, Atma's guts shrunk. However, as Atma continued to take a serious look, there was a strange feeling that enveloped her heart. Feeling sick and missing someone. Atma immediately turned her eyes away, her heart suddenly weakening. His eyes glazed over as the incident flashed wearing nothing on the mind.

The sound of a bang was heard because the axe that clashed violently with quality iron was being knocked deliberately. It seemed that Senior Cakra was forging the items his group found.

Calls sounded cheerful. Even the disciples who did not follow the match immediately followed to see a handsome figure who was forging with a monstrous strength. The shock wind was created due to the violent impact. Like a blacksmith, Cakra was shrewd in the practice of forging. Admired by the Elders and the teachers who watched.

Meanwhile, representatives of other groups are struggling with their own work. Some used its power until the cold spread. Some group representatives are still confused as to what is on the item on the table. No wonder they yelled for advice from the group. The elder Genta, the Elder Widya and the Three Great Master Teachers did not mind. While it does not violate the rules.

The goods requested by Atma had not yet arrived, even though Elder Genta gave them three hours. It is impossible to concoct the correct medicine in a short time. Moreover, Atma is still considered a beginner in this matter. He only ever read a book, and practiced a little that the results even failed miserably.

"What's wrong. You've been trying. That's better." Atma closed her eyes. His lips trembled as he said, "come on, you're not weak. Youcan. Just like your brother once. You can even be more than him. No more petty views, no more scorn from people if I make it."

The Atma clenched his hands and opened his eyes slowly as someone came to him and put the desired object except the unprepared fire. The person who was the Genta Elder's errand immediately resigned and took the item that the other group had requested.

Atma stared at the items in front of her doubtfully. But he immediately shook his head as it flashed the support of his friends.

"All right, let's prove it."

The first thing Atma does is put the pot under it. He took out a red ginseng, and immediately pounded it slowly on the pounder.

The Genta elder frowned, looking at the most refined-looking manner of Atma without the slightest use of force.

Elder Widya said, "is he cooking?"

Teacher Kawi who was silent seemed to hold back laughter hearing the words of Elder Widya. He fanned his face while watching the surroundings where the representatives of the middle group were busy. Teacher Kawi seems to be interested in the Second Class A group where the representative is Bena himself is using his fire power to melt steel. He grinned, taking out fireballs to attack the steel that never melted. I don't know what he's gonna do. Seen Bena giving black liquid on the steel. Make the fire instantly change color.

Everyone who saw it was stunned. Including Amdara who was looking at it. He's amazed. Students from other classes are talented.

Amdara then turned to Atma again who painstakingly pounded the herbs. It seems that Amdara thought that Atma would make a medicine or a potion. That's pretty good.

"Mn?"

The way that Atma is used as is done by Are in the Dark World. It's just that Atma did not use any power at all. Whether it worked or not, but at least Atma already looks cool without any cowardly looks.

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Amdara did not let go of Atma who now asked the elder Genta for help to make a fire under the pot. Afterwards Atma included three herbs that he had carefully mashed. Not getting there, Atma felt sweat continue to pour on his back and worried he was making poison or strange potions.

Slowly, Atma was still stirring the contents of the pot that had just been added a little water. The way that looks to be playing around makes people who see it look down on it again and some up.

"You see, he's playing cookery."

"Haha. You weakling, is he just embarrassing himself?"

"Failure always accompanies them. And it'll never go away."

Amdara clenched his hands upon hearing c**iran from Padma's group. He held back his anger, not accepting it with such ridicule. Actually not only from the Padma group, but other groups as well.

Luckily, this time Aray can resist emotions. His gaze sharpened towards the disciples who were talking.

The glow of light made the disciples close their eyes and dispel the light using the back of their hands. Two and a half hours had passed so quickly for those who were hoping for the time group was very short.

When the light suddenly disappeared, something unexpected happened. The beautiful long sword floated up and circled the training field, bringing about a shock wind. All gazes were fixed on the sword in admiration. Especially after the sword stopped right in front of Cakra. It seems that his hard work was not in vain. That beautiful sword was an admirable result.

Cheers and exclamations speak his name. Not only handsome, but Cakra is also very talented. He placed the sword on the table with a faint smile, adding to the cry of the female muruds who.

The hot air suddenly spread, the orange-colored spear with the heat that Bena made floated. He smiled proudly, as Cakra had obtained, cheers and applause were also addressed for him.

It's astonishing!

The ten representatives of the group had finished with their work. Some fail, some make strange things. Of them, none of them made any strange medicine or liquid. The items they were looking for were also not a type of plant.

When Elder Genta counted the time backwards, Atma felt his body weakly look at the black liquid that was in his pot. The aroma also stings unpleasant in the sense of smell.

"Done ...!"

Exactly Elder Genta said the thing just now, Atma hurriedly raised a hand. Seeing many glances blushing towards him. Atma's guts shrunk instantly.