The Rain Is So Big

"Student Diya, I have something to discuss with you." Christiana took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and the blush on her face gradually faded.

"Since you have something to say, Mentor, then say it." Diya was puzzled. Was this the new official lighting her three fires, and the newly arrived mentor was preparing to make an example of him?

"Let's talk while we walk," Christiana said first. "I'm not used to doing this in the classroom."

Diya walked straight out of the classroom and down the building. Christiana followed closely behind him, then trotted to catch up. "You—why didn't you wait for me at all?"

"Mentor, the way you are right now..." Diya said. No matter how he looked at her, she was a beauty only a little older than his current self, but sometimes she was no different from a child. Diya found it somewhat amusing.

"Ah." Christiana hurriedly adjusted her state of mind. Why was she always like this in front of this student?

"Student Diya, I understand everything about your situation, but I don't think you should give up. You can't treat yourself this way." Christiana's mind was somewhat unfocused as she walked in one direction. Helpless, Diya could only follow her.

"My situation?" Diya was first stunned. "Since you know my circumstances, I assume you also understand that I can't cultivate. I've already persisted for fifteen years. Tell me, how much longer can I keep persisting?"

"Keep persisting forever. You'll definitely succeed," Christiana said without even thinking.

"Mentor, have you ever heard of summoning that doesn't require magic power? Have you ever heard of magic that doesn't require magic power?" Diya suddenly asked back, choking Christiana into silence for a moment. She did not know what to say.

Whether it was magic or summoning, both required the consumption of a certain amount of magic power. Without magic power, could it still be called magic? Christiana naturally had never heard of such a thing. Never mind her—her grandfather would not know either.

"But... but..." Christiana could no longer speak.

"There's nothing to 'but' about. Magic requires magic power, and summoning requires magic power too. And I can't gather any magic power at all, not even the slightest bit. That means I can't cultivate magic or successfully use summoning. That's all. Perhaps you came to persuade me to work hard out of kindness, Mentor, but there's no need for that. I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want to do." As Diya spoke, his tone was as flat as ever, without much rise or fall. Besides, all that was already in the past. His body had already recovered now.

After training for a period of time, although he could not use summoning, he could still cultivate battle aura, right? It did not matter if he could not become a summoner. As long as he could cultivate and become strong, that would be enough.

"Student Diya." Christiana opened her mouth.

"Mentor, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. Looks like it's about to rain. The weather isn't very good." As Diya spoke, he raised his head to look at the sky, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Rumble!

Startling thunder tore across the sky, ripping through the vast heavens. The sky lit up in an instant, then quickly darkened again. A wild wind rose, howling with a "woo-woo" sound. In the span of just a few seconds, wind and clouds transformed across the horizon. Great swaths of dark clouds blotted out the sky and covered the earth, filling the entire heavens and forming a low, heavy canopy as they surged rapidly in one direction.

Crack...

Bolts of silver lightning shuttled through the dark clouds. Diya raised his head and looked at the sky, suddenly speechless. It seemed his words had come too promptly. The moment he said it, it really was about to rain, and judging from the speed of this situation, it should be a downpour.

Rustle, rustle.

Before Diya could finish sighing, he saw countless fine lines of water rapidly falling from the sky. When the wild wind swept across them, they instantly slanted and struck his body with a "pitter-patter," making his face sting in waves.

Suddenly, the sound of an incantation being chanted rang beside his ear. A few seconds later, a faint, transparent blue circle surrounded Diya, and at the same time, it also enclosed Christiana within it.

"Summoner magic—Water Curtain Technique," Diya muttered to himself. It was a water-element protective spell. Judging from Christiana's casting speed, she was clearly faster than Pig, which meant Christiana's strength was quite a bit above Pig's. The Water Curtain Technique covered a radius of about two meters, forming a circle that enclosed Diya and Christiana together.

Diya glanced at Christiana, and suddenly felt a little restless. As a normal man, although his body was still that of a youth, his mind was already that of an adult. And because of the modifications to him, his energy had soared. Normally, he could ignore it and restrain himself, but at a time like this...

Perhaps because the storm just now had come too suddenly, in just a few seconds, Diya's black robe had been soaked through. Christiana was naturally no exception. Her white, bright-yellow robe had originally fit tightly against her body, and now that it was wet, it clung even closer, revealing every curve without the slightest concealment.

Christiana's face flushed crimson, and her hands unnaturally covered herself. Fortunately, after Diya glanced once, he did not stare endlessly like others would, but instead turned away. This made Christiana feel waves of inexplicable emotion—both relieved and disappointed.

Diya calmed himself down. This really was a wet-body **—

"Push her down! Go, Little Li, push her down! Top-tier goods! I never saw anything like this back on Earth!" Diablo's voice suddenly rang in his mind, first startling Diya, then making him freeze. He could only smile bitterly, but once Diablo said it, Diya seemed to feel a little itch in his heart.

"Your heart's moved, hasn't it? Sure enough, you're just like Radish, both closet perverts. Men, when they see a beauty, have to bravely push her down," Diablo said smugly.

"Where did you see these theories?" Diya asked curiously.

"Novels. This is what I summarized from countless stud novels," Diablo said even more smugly, while Diya could not say a single word.

"Student Diya, let's go," Christiana's voice came.

"Go where?" Diya asked casually, still not recovered from Diablo's shock.

"With you like this, you can't go back either, so... so come to the place where I'm staying first," Christiana said softly.

Diya looked at the little-finger-sized raindrops pouring onto the water curtain. Waves of sound spread out, beating the water curtain until pale ripples spread in circles. He knew Christiana was telling the truth. Right now, he really could not go back unless he was willing to be drenched through by this torrential rain.

Seeing Diya agree, Christiana headed toward the attic. Diya could only follow at her side. They had walked around randomly just now and were already not very far from the attic. Before long, the outline of the attic appeared before their eyes. The heavy rain poured down in torrents, and the attic standing alone in the storm seemed so lonely and helpless.

All the flowers and grass around the attic had been beaten down by the downpour until they bent at the waist. Diya followed Christiana into the first floor of the attic, and Christiana withdrew the Water Curtain Technique at the same time.

The robes on both of them were completely wet and dripping. "Student Diya, sit by yourself for a bit. I'm going to change clothes," Christiana said, then went up the stairs.

Diya looked left and right. The furnishings here appeared simple, but they gave off a harmonious, warm feeling, looking like a peaceful little nest. He remembered that this should be the dean's "villa." Generally speaking, outsiders were not allowed to approach it, yet now Christiana was living here. That showed Christiana's identity was not merely as simple as the academy's new mentor.

A moment later—

"Student Diya, please come upstairs," Christiana's voice rang out. Diya withdrew his gaze and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Christiana had already changed out of her long robe. At this moment, she was draped in another robe, milky white with a faint pink tint, making her look even more charming.

"Sorry, Student Diya, I don't have any men's robes here," Christiana said somewhat embarrassedly, looking at the soaked robe on Diya. "How about... how about you take one of my robes and change into it first? It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold."

"No need, Mentor," Diya said with a smile. If it had been before, he really would have had to change into one, but with his current body? It was in excellent condition. He did not need to worry about such a bit of chill at all, especially since this was a season like summer.

"No," Christiana said, her beautiful eyes widening. "Your body isn't well. You have to take good care of it." As she spoke, Christiana walked into her room, opened the wardrobe, and took out another white robe. It could be seen that Christiana liked white very much.

Diya was utterly speechless, but Christiana forcefully stuffed the robe into his hands and insisted that he change into it.

"Mentor, are you going to watch me change clothes just like this? I generally don't wear underwear **," Diya blinked and said solemnly.

"Ah." Christiana covered her little mouth, her cheeks turning scarlet. Her eyes widened, and she hurriedly turned around, softly letting out a "tch." Her heart thumped wildly like a startled deer. Diya's words were far too lethal to her. If it was true, then after he put on that white robe, wouldn't it be...

"All done, Mentor." Diya took off the black robe, put it to one side, and put on the white robe. Fortunately, the gender distinction in these long robes was not very obvious. Even when Diya wore it, matched with that delicate and somewhat youthful face, it merely added a few extra traces of grace. But when a boy had a few extra traces of grace, he always looked rather interesting.

Besides, Diya's current height was still not as tall as Christiana's, so the robe also seemed a little too large. Christiana turned around and stared blankly at Diya, then suddenly broke into a smile. "The way you look now, you seem more like my little sister." As she spoke, she hung up the black robe to dry.