Chapter 6: 6.第6章 热情的小女巫

Chapter 6: The Enthusiastic Little Witch

When she was first tested and found to be a Witch, Moran felt a fleeting sense that she was a "child of destiny."

However, by the time three Witches from the same year appeared, and an upperclassman Witch only one year older than them arrived, Moran's emotions had already settled into calm.

Perhaps in the past, a witch evolving into a Witch was rare, but now, she was merely one-quarter of a lucky few.

No matter how powerful a Witch might be, at the end of the day, it was only their potential that was extraordinary.

But potential is not synonymous with strength.

Having been granted the talent for infinite growth, she should focus even more on her studies to transform that potential into actual power.

The surprises at this year's entrance ceremony were immense. Even after the testing ceremony concluded, the lecture hall remained filled with heated discussions.

Ms. Amisa did not stop them; she was busy recording something in the Book of Witches.

As the protagonists of the discussion among the little witches, Moran, Vasita, and Sylph had to face a continuous rotation of upperclassmen and classmates coming up to greet them.

Moran was not truly a thirteen-year-old child, so this commotion was nothing to her.

Besides, the entire Witch Academy, including all five grades, only had about one hundred and fifty-six students—fewer than the number of students in a general education class from her previous life.

To her, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Perhaps because her mind contained the vast memories of Planet Blue, Moran discovered at a very young age that her memory far exceeded that of an ordinary person.

Everything she saw and heard would form segments of imagery within her mind, much like the memories of Planet Blue, allowing her to recall them at any time.

However, only things she had carefully observed would possess clear details in her memory.

Using this ability, Moran memorized the names, grades, and specialized magic disciplines of all the upperclassmen.

Witches indeed had greater potential and stronger talent than witches.

But when it came to the research and application of a single specific magical discipline, a Witch with all-encompassing talent might not necessarily surpass a witch who specialized in one specific branch.

In Moran's eyes, these weren't just upperclassmen; they were walking magic books, walking treasuries of knowledge.

The upperclassmen wore emblems of their specialized magic on their school robes, making it easy to identify them at a glance.

Every time an upperclassman approached, Moran would catch them to ask a few questions for advice on practicing that specific branch of magic.

When classmates of her own year came to greet her, Moran would call them by their names first.

She had noted them during the testing earlier.

She had even memorized the talent test results of every little witch.

Being remembered by name by someone you wanted to know was certainly something that would make a witch happy.

At first, every little witch whose name was called first felt a surge of goodwill toward Moran, thinking they were someone special.

Later, once every little witch had been called by name, everyone realized that Moran had memorized everyone's name!

"As expected of a Witch!" all the little witches couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

Beside them, Sylph expressed deeply that not all Witches had such excellent memories as Moran.

She had been worried about her own test results and hadn't managed to remember many classmates' names.

The test results had been far beyond her expectations, but as the last person to be tested, she hadn't even recovered from the surprise before being surrounded by enthusiastic upperclassmen and classmates.

Growing up, she had lived with her parents in the Starlight Forest to the east of the wilderness; she had never seen so many witches her own age all at once.

The enthusiasm of the crowd left her feeling both overwhelmed and nervous.

She wasn't as socially adept as Moran and could only struggle to maintain a smile, trying her best to respond politely and appropriately to the greetings of the other little witches.

However, she constantly felt she wasn't doing enough and was being negligent toward the enthusiastic crowd, which made her feel somewhat ashamed.

A flush of crimson crept onto her pale face.

Influenced by Moran, she also tried her hardest to memorize the facial features and names of every little witch.

But the results were clearly mediocre; aside from a few with particularly distinctive features, she hadn't remembered them.

So, it was Moran who had the great memory, not the Witch.

Sylph looked at Moran, who was handling the situation with ease, with deep envy.

While interacting with the other little witches, Moran did not forget to keep an eye on the two Witch classmates from her own year.

Being Witches, besides the talent for infinite growth, they possessed "Talent Manifestations" that other little witches did not.

They could learn from each other regarding the development of these manifestations.

When Sylph looked over, Moran noticed immediately; since both of them were too busy to talk, they simply exchanged smiles and nods.

Moran's gaze lingered for a few seconds on Sylph's crimson ears.

Sylph's ears were slightly pointed.

Witches were awakened from human females, and most witches had ears just like humans.

Moran guessed that Sylph's paternal bloodline might be from pointed-eared elves, or perhaps her mother was a witch with elven blood.

Compared to Sylph's shy but hardworking attempts to respond to everyone's kindness, Vasita seemed much more reclusive.

She held her hands tightly together, her head bowed low.

Her short black hair hung down, obscuring her face and leaving only half of her rounded chin visible.

She was already shorter than everyone else, and now her expression was even harder to see.

When little witches came to greet her, she only gave a slight nod.

It seemed somewhat impolite, but standing beside her, Moran heard her whisper a soft "hello."

*Is she socially anxious?*

Moran felt a bit excited and was just about to take advantage of the temporary quiet to say something to her when the lecture hall suddenly went silent.

Many little witches found themselves unable to speak; they had been "silenced."

At that moment, Ms. Amisa's voice rang out

"Quiet! The emergence of a new Witch is a matter of great significance; I have already reported it to the three Great Witches.

However, whether you are a Witch or a witch, you have only one identity in the Witch Academy: a student. Your sole task is to learn.

I hope you cherish the next five years, learn how to study independently, and master the ability to survive on your own.

These five years will be the only time you can receive instruction for free.

After five years, regardless of your academic achievements, you must leave the academy and begin your own lives."

Ms. Amisa gave this speech at every annual entrance ceremony.

Moran herself had a strong desire to learn and was mentally prepared, so she felt a deep resonance with these words.

However, she noticed that the other students also took Ms. Amisa's advice very seriously, showing none of the indifference that students in her previous life showed when listening to teachers' "chicken soup for the soul."

It was understandable that the first-year little witches, filled with anticipation for academy life and curiosity about magic, would feel this way.

But would the upperclassmen, after witnessing the wonders of magic, truly be able to overcome their youthful desire to play and settle down to study?

Even adults who have experienced the hardships of life cannot help but become complacent, let alone these little witches.

Could the Witch Academy truly take inexperienced little witches and, in just five years, cultivate them into adult witches capable of standing on their own and surviving independently?

(End of Chapter)