Mio Takamiya, Help Me Train (Not Really)

He let go of her hand and asked himself very seriously.

He looked like the purest kind of doctor, his pupils seemingly clear and unclouded.

Ah...

It seemed there was no problem?

Her previously muddled mind seemed to clear up a little.

Had she been overthinking things?

Did Teacher have absolutely no feelings for her?

She suddenly began to suspect that it had all been nothing more than a narcissistic delusion of her own.

But that scorching sensation on her butt earlier...

Her body tensed in an instant, and her little face was shrouded in confusion.

That scene...

Even Russell fell silent as he watched.

Right now, he kind of wanted to slaughter Mio Takamiya.

Byd, hadn't this woman said she wanted to give him a push?

So this was how she pushed him, huh.

She'd exposed his true colors and made it impossible for him to keep pretending to be an exemplary teacher, huh?!!

He immediately had a powerful urge to cast aside all concerns and let the Ten-Tails wipe the place clean.

But Uncle Wei's face appeared in his mind again.

—If the quality of the Divine Tree's fruit declined, would he still be able to obtain the divine art he wanted?

He pressed his lips together, revealing the resolute expression of a Dragon King.

For Uncle Wei's new son, he had to endure this.

Yes.

Endure.

At the moment, it seemed his reputation had been ruined more or less completely.

Trying to play at cuckolding someone's wife right under Mio Takamiya's watch...

That seemed a little difficult. Better talk about the inverted Spirit Crystal instead.

The Master Creator did not exist, but God—Mio Takamiya—did.

He still needed to prepare Itsori to transform into a wizard.

Now, it was time to attempt the first experiment.

Perhaps because he