Armin took his time and sat down at the table.

It seemed like today was going to be a long day.

* * *

Basuka, the capital of the kingdom of Tormia.

Returning to the Kaizen Swordsmanship Academy, Kuan put all his luggage into one bag and changed his clothes.

Her eyes when choosing clothes were more cautious than usual, but she wasn�t satisfied with any of them.

�Should I cut my sleeves?�Or is it better to leave it as it is?�

Just then, the door slammed open and a piercing voice was heard.

�You madman!�

It was Kiyora Ellis, a surgeon at the swordsmanship academy.

�Are you here?�

Quan bowed briefly and looked back at the mirror.

�what?�Are you here?�Yes, here you go, you son of a bitch!�The letter of resignation you handed in today.�Do you know how much I struggled to get this back?�

Kuan, who was absent from school without permission, was naturally dismissed from the job, but Elise put her powers on hold.

Since she was such a woman, I couldn�t describe the feelings I felt when Kuan returned.

I�m back.

Not enough amputation, one arm is missing.

Especially since she was a surgeon in the field of neural junctions, I was devastated to see my dearest friend go through something like this every time.

Whether he knew this or not, Quan responded with a sense of relief as if he had thrown away old trash.

�Why are you withdrawing?�I didn�t sleep at all and took the time to write it.�Give it back and come.�

�Ah, sir!�

Elise slammed her resignation letter on the ground.

I�m not training my mutt, what�s the use of this if I�m leaving school anyway?

�What the hell are you doing?�You can think while at school, even during vacation!�Paid vacation!�

�I got a new job.�And you can�t be a teacher anyway.�My sword cannot reach the students.�So find another teacher right now.�

Elise was also a teacher at a swordsmanship school, so she had a vague sense of what Quan got in return for giving up her arm.

Before leaving school and now, Quan had such a strange temperament that it was safe to say that he was a completely different person.

�You won�t tell me until the end, right?�You don�t want to be friends with me, right?�

�I�m past the age of threatening you with something like that.�anyway what do you think of this?�Should I cut off the sleeves or should I leave them as is?�

�How do I know, man!�A man who cut off his own arm, what do you know about sleeves!�You�re making me nervous!� JrNovels.com