YM778.TV Chapter 8 07. ISHA WALKER.
I followed the girl who said she would lead me to the chairman\'s office.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes?" she asked.
She turned to face me looking confused as to why I called her.
"I know it\'s late, but what\'s your name?"
"Ah, I\'m Katharine Glover."
"I\'m Eshwar Frost, nice to meet you, Ms Glover."
"Nice to meet you too, Sir Frost."
I nodded my head with a smile and we continued to walk towards the chairman\'s office.
Katharine Glover, one of the characters in my novel, second child of the Glover family which is one of the 7 big families, she is the muscle head.... Ahem hmmmm... She\'s still a brute though, she\'s a sword wilder, competitive, ignorant, cute and a bit clumsy type, and there\'s your brief on her.
Her steps came to a halt and turned to face me, I was tilted my head a bit in confusion, she pointed towards a room.
"Here is the chairman\'s office." She said with a smile on her face.
"Ah, thank you."
I scratched the back of my head and walked towards the door, I held the door handle and looked at her, she still stood near me, our eyes met, she nodded her head and walked away. I turned my head back towards the door.
"Oi, I\'m coming in."
CLANK
I walked in without waiting for him to answer, he sat behind his desk which was piled up with papers and some other envelopes.
The room was spacious, it gave off a very homely feel, like when we visit our grandparents house, with a glass window that covered half of the wall behind him, a sofa and table in front of his desk and a 5 by 5 shelf full of books to his right.
The man with grey hair and obsidian black eyes, rose from his seat and walked with a bright welcoming smile. He appears to be in his fifties, but he is actually 94 years old.
"You are here Eshwar, sit, sit."
He smiled brightly and approached me with open arms, hugged me, and led me to the sofa, where he sat next to me.
"Haa." I sighed.
"Hmm... what\'s wrong?" he asked me with a confused look in his face.
"You know why, you damn old geezer."
He places too much trust in others. I don\'t want anything to happen to him anytime soon, and every time I tell him not to trust people so easily, he readily agrees, so I can\'t even say anything to him.
"Hahaha, don\'t worry."
"Haa."
I sighed at his words once again, this why I can\'t say anything to him.
"So, why do want me to be a professor so suddenly?"
I\'ve been curious as to why he chose me as a professor; there are many people waiting in the wings to enter SWITCH, mostly for the fame and for their own reasons; there are many people he could choose from, so why me?
"Hahaha, don\'t worry about it." he said without answering to my question.
"Haa, my head."
I pressed my brows in frustration, he must have a reason for suddenly choosing me as a professor, I decided not pry about it, but he says it so innocently that I can\'t even rebuke him.
"...Ok then, from when?"
"In a week\'s time."
"Is it because the freshmen will be coming in a week?"
"Yup." He nodded at my words.
"All right, give me some material to go over so that I can actually teach them something."
"Wait a minute."
He stood up and walked over to his desk, where he brought me some papers that he was writing when I walked in. He handed me the papers, which I read and concluded he was serious about choosing me as a professor.
"These are the fundamental topics taught here; you can learn and teach them in your own way." He spoke in serious tone.
"Hmm... So, who are the opponents I defeat?"
To join SWITCH there are two ways. One, you can complete your training and be placed among the top 10,000 out of a million, and then you can join Switch. Two, defeat five cadets and steal one of their ranks; the cadet whose rank is stolen is expelled from the academy.
"Ranks which don\'t attract much attention are above rank-500. Hmm... Choose above 650-660."
Defeating the ranks already draws too much attention; if I want to live in peace, I should do as he says and defeat ranks above 650-660. I don\'t like being the center of attention as it gets too annoying.
\'He knows me too well, dammit\'
"All right, I\'ll leave for the time being; is there anything else you want to say?"
I stood up from the seat and looked at him, he pondered for a minute.
"Oh, you can choose an assistant professor to help you with." He finally opened his mouth and spoke.
"Hmmm... Then, I\'ll choose one from my side so, look into it and grant me the permission."
I placed my hand on the handle and was about to leave, but I stopped when I suddenly remembered that we haven\'t talked about contract duration, \'first let\'s work for a year and see how it goes.\'
"Oh, make a contract of a year and send it to me please, I\'ll be leaving, bye." I said as was about leave, if I stay longer he\'ll say something about the duration.
"Wait." His voice turned solemn.
"You," he said, giving me a serious look. I titled my head, perplexed by his sudden change in behaviour, but his next words had me frozen.
"When are planning on marrying my granddaughter?"
"..."
\'This goddamn old man!\' I pressed my lips together trying to control any ire.
CLANK
"Haa." I walked out without saying anything this time, and I noticed a beautiful woman with a fair pale white face, black hair, and obsidian black eyes, dressed in a black turtle neck top that reached her thighs and black tights, which accentuated her figure beautifully, she approaching me, no, not me, but the office. She gave off a cold, indifferent vibe.
\'Woah.\' She was so beautiful that I stood there dazed. I soon snapped out of it, shook my head, and looked at her again, this time to analyse her; she was talented, as talented as the main character in my novel.
If she\'s here then it means she\'s maybe a cadet, and she\'s talented. I\'m not sure why, but it seems like she\'s not aware of her talent because she\'s only using half of it.
How do I know this? I can see the mana veins and aura veins inside the individual\'s body, which allows me to determine the flow of mana and the size of their mana veins. I believe she is a mage, but her body is built for combat; her mana flow is faster and easier, allowing her to move like a veteran if only taught some basic close combat techniques.
If I can make her my assistant professor, it will make my life a lot easier, and I will be able to teach her a lot of things, allowing her to fully utilise her talent.
"Excuse me." she shook in a cold tone.
"Yes?" I awoke from my reverie when I heard a sweet voice and looked at her as she stood close to me.
"Could you please move?"
In confusion, I titled my head back and discovered that I was still standing near the office door.
"Ah yes, yes."
I made my way to the side in embarrassment.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes?" She came to a halt and turned around to face me while holding the door handle; she titled her head, confused and surprised by my sudden call; to be honest, it was a little cute to see.
"Ahem.... may I speak with you for a moment?" I did my best not to smile at her face.
"..." suddenly her face twisted in disgust.
"Eh?" My smile came to a halt as I looked at her; she was looking back at me in disgust; I had no idea why, but perhaps there had been some misunderstanding?
She turned towards the door and started to walk away without answering me.
\'NO. No, my assistant professor!\'
No, no I can\'t give up like this, I need an assistant professor. F**k it, at least I need to know the reason why her face suddenly twisted in disgust, I clenched my fist as I made up my mind that I WILL make her my assistant professor.
"Um, I\'ll be waiting outside, please talk to me for a moment after this is over."
She walked inside without even looking at me.
"The f**k was that?" I mumbled to myself.
\'Did she perhaps think I was asking on a date? Or does she take me for a pervert\' I need to know why she looked at me in disgust.
"Haa." I scratched the back of my head and walked back out of Switch in a sad mood, I didn\'t even do anything. So unfair.
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The woman with black hair up to her waist, black obsidian eyes, and black tights that perfectly complement her curves.
On her way to the chairman\'s office, she noticed Katharine Glover happily humming her way back from the chairman\'s office; she was perplexed as to why she was so happy and that too while returning from THAT chairman\'s office.
"Katharine, what happened?"
"Sister Isha!" Katharine joyfully skipped towards Isha and jumped to hug her but she dodged her easily.
Katharine began training with Quinn Walker when she was three years old, as Isha also trained with her, Katharine was familiar with Isha, she also knew that Isha doesn\'t like to come in contact with anyone, so she didn\'t feel bad as Isha has always been like that.
"What are you so happy about?"
"I saw a handsome man just a moment ago." Katharine responded joyfully.
"A handsome man?"
"Umm."
"But why are you coming from the chairman\'s office?"
"Oh, the handsome man, I mean Sir Frost, asked for directions to the chairman\'s office, so I showed him the way." She responded cheerfully, smiling brightly.
"But why did this Sir Frost ask YOU?"
Katharine was the last person people would ask for directions from, with her being a bit dumb, people don\'t ask her unless they want to fight her.
Isha looked at Katharine with a sceptical expression, it\'s that or...
"..." Katharine stared at Isha\'s face and understood what she was thinking.
"Hahaha." Isha let out dry laugh.
"Hmph."
Katharine started to walk away from Isha, brushed her hair back, scoffed and said,
"Maybe because I\'m pretty, who knows?" Katharine said with a pout on her face.
Isha made a \'I knew it.\' face, Katharine stared at Isha\'s face and walked off with a grumpy face.
Isha scratched the back of her head and walked towards the chairman\'s office, she noticed a handsome man with white hair and bright orange eyes wearing a black tuxedo suit walking out of the office with a grumpy expression.
\'She was right, he is handsome.\' she thought as she walked towards the office; their eyes met; she dazed for a second but quickly snapped out of it and looked at the man, he too was doing the same, she held her smile and walked towards him as she started to walk the man\'s eyes shone of a second, she didn\'t know why but she didn\'t like that feeling, her face grimaced for a second and turned cold. She approached the man as he was lost in thought, and she called out,
"Excuse me."
"Yes?" he answered with a confused face.
"Could you please move?" she asked, he looked back and made way, embarrassedly.
"Ah yes, yes."
As she walked towards the office and held the door handle, but her steps came to a halt when she heard the man\'s voice.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes?" she asked in an indifferent tone and she noticed his lips curl up slightly.
"Ahem.... may I speak with you for a moment?" The man asked.
"..."
\'I had a feeling.\' She assumed he was attempting to create an opportunity to speak with women who look good, and she assumed that him asking Katharine for directions was also for the same reason; is he a pervert? She reflected as her face turned disgusted.
"Eh?"
He seemed to notice the changes in her face as well; \'If you have any sense, don\'t talk to me,\' she thought as she turned and walked into the office.
"Um, I\'ll be waiting outside, please talk to me for a moment after this is over." he said.
She walked in and sat on the sofa before Quinn Walker even began to speak. Quinn spoke for a while but she didn\'t hear anything as she kept thinking about the man she had just seen, a few hours had passed as she left the office and the sun had already begun to set.
\'He won\'t wait right?\' \'Wait. What if he stalks me?\' \'No, no, no. It can be that bad right?\' while all of these thoughts were going through her head, she suddenly remembered his bright orange eyes that shone.
She sighed, hoping he wouldn\'t do anything. As she exited Switch, she noticed a man wearing a helmet, sitting and leaning forward on his bike with his blazer resting on it.
It was an attractive scene, with a man wearing a helmet, sitting and leaning forward on his bike with his blazer resting on it, while light of the setting sun shone on him, it was supposed to be attractive, but to her it was terrifying scene.
"Hahaha." She let out a dry laugh.