Grand Return System-Chapter 13: The Cliff Where Storms Kneel
The Cliff Where Storms Kneel
Facing Leon’s question, Shera’s expression tightened for a heartbeat — guilt flickering in his eyes — but pride steadied him almost instantly.
"Junior Brother Leon," he said, voice smooth, almost righteous, "this student of yours is arrogant and shows no respect to her elders. If you don’t discipline her, she will cause great trouble in the future.
You were in seclusion, so I took the liberty to teach her a lesson. My intentions were good. Junior Brother, don’t take offense."
Leon’s lips curved, faint and unreadable.
"Oh? Is that so..."
His tone remained calm — too calm.
"This student of mine, no matter what mistakes she makes, is a matter of the Amethyst Summit Division. I will discipline her myself.
It isn’t your place to order people around here, Senior Brother."
His purple eyes sharpened slightly.
"The people of the Amethyst Summit Division are still alive."
The last word landed like thunder.
A surge of power erupted — silent at first, then crushing — sweeping across the cliff like an invisible tide.
The world trembled.
Wind stopped.Clouds stalled.
All three observers stiffened.
"Hiss—"
Selena’s breath caught.
Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs.
Teacher... is actually this powerful?
Back then, she had believed what the academy whispered: Leon was only two-star Onyx Realm, a forgotten Teacher guarding a forgotten Division.
But this?
This aura was vast — deep — layered with pressure that made her bones ring with fear and awe.
And he’d unleashed it...
for her.
Her throat tightened.
After losing my household... I thought no one in this world would stand for me again. And yet...
She looked at his back — straight, unyielding, framed by midnight robes stitched with faint amethyst threads — and a warmth spread slowly through her chest.
She wanted to speak.
To tell him it wasn’t worth provoking Shera over her. The humiliation earlier wasn’t that important.
But when she opened her mouth...
No sound came.
Some things shouldn’t be stopped.
Across from them, Mike’s pupils shrank — shock glinting like cold light.
This aura... it faintly contains immortal intent. Just what level is he really at?
He endured ten years of scorn, letting everyone think he was weak — and he never once explained. If not for his student today... he might have continued hiding forever.
That kind of patience...
was terrifying.
Mike remained silent. He would not intervene.
This feud — Amethyst Summit Division versus Secret Sword Summit — had simmered through generations. As Headmaster of the Celestis Academy, he could not take sides.
Shera’s face, by contrast, had darkened.
He now understood clearly:
Leon was not the useless rumor.
From this aura alone, his strength had already surpassed the GrandMaster Realm threshold.
But fear didn’t vanish his pride.
"Humph! Junior Brother Leon — this student of yours shows no respect to elders and violates academy discipline. As the Disciplinary Elder, am I not allowed to intervene?"
His Mana surged upward, pushing back against Leon’s pressure, refusing to bow.
Leon chuckled softly — not impressed.
"Academy rules?"
He allowed the crushing force to fade, strolling leisurely toward the cliff’s edge. His long shoulder-length black hair brushed lightly across his robes as the wind tugged at them — that effortless grace that made him seem carved out of moonlit night.
He stood overlooking the distant peaks — eyes shifting toward the direction of Secret Sword Summit.
His gaze was calm.
Too calm.
"Since Senior Brother Shera wishes to speak about rules," Leon said lightly, "then let us speak."
And in that quiet moment...
even the mountain seemed to listen.
Because the storm wasn’t over.
It was only beginning.
