Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 368: Teacher, This is My Daughter

 Today, as she floated through the sky, drifting with the clouds, Azishahab the Cloud Dragon paused, her thoughts following the same aimless course as her body.

Her mind, like the clouds, wandered through memories of countless events from the long years she had lived, only to suddenly halt.

Disciple.

As she looked down at the pure white clouds, the tender, youthful face of her disciple, who resembled a newly born dragon, came to mind.

There were many things to ponder about the disciple, who had been absent for some time. What might she be doing now?

Perhaps she had retreated into the wilderness somewhere on the continent, avoiding fireworks, leading a quiet life in isolation?

Or, as young dragons often do at that age, was she stirring up trouble in another land, playing at being a hero amongst humans?

No, she might be playing the role of a princess this time, now that she had already caused enough chaos.

An unknown wilderness.

A disciple, hiding in the peak of a tower where rumors spread of an evil dragon, waiting for someone to come, while roasting an alligator caught from the mountainside.

Her disciple, wiping the grease off her hands and burying them in the sand, senses something and hurriedly throws away the bones, shakes off the dirt, and flies up to the top floor, pretending to sleep.

‘It sounds so out of place, yet it would be a charming sight.’

When a prince visits and finds her skills unsatisfactory, she offers advice, only to accidentally reveal her identity and hurriedly escape.

A prince, smitten at first sight, searching across the continent for her.

This could be quite amusing, I think.

A lowly creature falling in love with a noble dragon, wasting the entire life of a mortal. The effort put into it would be admirable, leading her to offer herself up.

Other dragons might find it absurd and call it a monstrous human act.

But this was Azishahab’s taste.

‘I won’t be seeing her soon.’

For a moment, the fantasy passed.

She felt a bit sad, knowing she wouldn’t meet her disciple anytime soon.

Dragons were a species that valued independence.

Once they left their parents or masters, centuries could pass in the blink of an eye.

Maybe after a couple hundred years of enjoying leisure, disillusioned by the world’s turmoil, she would return when she began to long for her teacher.

Parents wish to protect their children from the storms of the world, but children yearn to leave their parents' side as soon as possible.

It is only when children realize the value of their parents that they seek them out again.

When all the mortals they had loved and cared for had passed, their descendants, who had changed so much, would no longer hold the same meaning.

The promise they made would no longer have any value, and no one would care about it.

It is after dragons realize this that they finally return to the bosom of their fellow dragons, who have lived as long as they have, and to the parents and teachers who kept long promises.

‘By then, much will have changed with my disciple too.’

Still, my cherished disciple.

No matter what form she takes upon her return, it is the attitude of a teacher to accept her without rejecting her.

I had vowed to be the teacher who would embrace the wounds I had experienced in my youth, and make sure my disciple never suffered as I did...

[Teacher, this is my daughter.]

Even Azishahab never expected her disciple to bring a child after only one year.

“Haah...”

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A long sigh followed.

Azishahab reluctantly opened her mouth.

“Your daughter is just like her mother...”

 Mark 2 was fascinated by her first meeting with Azishahab, the grandmother.

“How fascinating. I never {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} imagined I’d meet a grandmother of a different species.”

“I feel the same... This child smells of iron and metal, but with the appearance of a human...”

Azishahab looked at Mark 2 with a serious expression, inspecting her from all angles.

At times, Azishahab muttered “Hoh...” and “Hah...” in astonishment and sighs, several times over.

As Mark 2 tried to pull on her cloud-like tail, Azishahab playfully shook her tail and asked her disciple.

“So... who did you breed with to have this child?”

[It’s not like that.]

“There’s no need to be so embarrassed...”

Azishahab was an open-minded dragon.

She was willing to understand with a generous heart the dragon her disciple might have paired with.

“The Metal Dragon is often looked down upon as not a true elemental dragon, but doesn’t this teacher prefer being called a Cloud Dragon rather than a Gold Dragon’s alias...”

HahahaThe teacher's understanding is so heavyBut there’s no need to explain, right?It wasn’t an intentional child, but somehow I ended up a virgin mother.Virgin Mary, hahaVirgin Ha Eung Eung, haha

The chat window, as usual, was of no use in providing a decent excuse.

Realizing she couldn’t rely on others, Ha Eung Eung made an attempt at an explanation.

[This child is an artificial life form created by an evil scientist who tried to create something like myself. She’s less than a year old.]

“Foolish... Running around without proper manners like a female, and creating a child without parents... How wretched...”

It wasn’t quite right.

Feeling wronged, Ha Eung Eung raised a finger, but Azishahab, angry, blew away the cloud she used as a notebook in a gust of wind.

Ha Eung Eung, angry at losing her writing tool, glared at Azishahab, whose large eyes now showed a sharp, diamond-like shape in her fury.

“You fool... What makes you think you can stare me down like that...”

Ha Eung Eung, feeling guilty like a young, unmarried mother who had left home and returned with a child, couldn’t look her teacher in the eye and lowered her head.

At that moment, Azishahab, her pity slightly outweighing her anger, calmed her breathing and gently patted her disciple with her hand.

“Your horn seems damaged...”

[My horn is clean.]

“Silence... How could I be calm when I see my disciple in such a state... What could possibly be alright?”

Her feeble attempt at resistance was immediately suppressed.

The only creature who can scold a Silent SwordsmanMama Swordmaster’s mamaAzishahab’s resurgence is real?I thought she was just a cold destruction dragon, but turns out she’s a warm dragon when it comes to her discipleMaybe it’s your happy circuits burning that are warming up? Did you check the number of Azishahab’s route app downloads?30 million downloads of the route app, haha30 million downloads of the radiation evacuation app, hahaIt really sold a lotBut who updates it?There are sellers who follow from afar and update the routes for moneyReally, people will make money off anything

Ha Eung Eung, thinking this was just a passing complaint, was surprised when Azishahab reached out her cloud-tail to gently stroke her horn, unexpectedly feeling a refreshing sensation.

Azishahab was no stranger to the sensation of purification, having used her energy to cleanse impurities many times before.

[Has my energy been polluted?]

“Those are the energies of wicked spirits... Your karma has dulled your mind...”

There was only one guess that made sense.

The place of the Half-Dragon.

The sins committed there had unknowingly affected her.

“No matter what your will may be, the disturbance in your energy is the result of your karma... If you reach for a fate you can’t bear, you must be more careful with your thoughts...”

[Sorry. It’s a fight I couldn’t avoid.]

“You don’t need to apologize to me... With your power, you’ve overthrown even the Metal Giant dynasty. These spirits can’t be much of a problem...”

What concerned Azishahab as a teacher was not the silent swordsman dragon, but the child born without a father.

“What is the child’s name...?”

[Mark 2.]

“Mark 2... If you possess the spirit of a dragon, you may have some abilities... Show me your skills...”

“Proudly. Mark 2 can exhibit more functions with enhanced modules and improved interfaces.”

Mark 2 opened her mouth, ready to boast, and began emitting smoke.

Despite the grand name, it was nothing more than the intensity of a humidifier.

Mark 2 Smoke Breath vs. Fire Extinguisher Powder Gas, which one is stronger?The latterHahaMark 2 Smoke Breath vs. Heavy Smoker’s SmokeHahaMark 2 Humidifier Smoke vs. Car ExhaustHahaWhat’s this march of defeats?Mark 2 should just stay at home with us!

Azishahab, with a kind expression, asked.

“Can you show me any other skills?”

“Affirmative.”

With a booster on, Mark 2 soared into the air from her spot.

She crossed her arms and proudly hovered in the air, only for one of her legs to increase in output, causing her body to spin uncontrollably in mid-air.

Flailing her limbs, she ended up spinning around like a balloon losing air.

Azishahab caught her with a soft cloud-tail just before she crashed.

Seeing her spinning with eyes like spirals, Azishahab let out a quiet chuckle.

[Guess I was just nervous.]

“There’s no need to worry... Every young dragon is like this...”

Finally got recognizedA family of dragons with three generationsIs Mark 2 also a dragon?

Ha Eung Eung, curious, asked.

[What kind of dragon will Mark 2 become when she grows up?]

“Judging by her weak output... She’ll likely be a sunk cost...”

[.......]

Even Azishahab, who was usually gentle, couldn’t help but return Mark 2’s weakness as a solid, undeniable fact.