I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

• "Disciple? Again, your stomach is empty."

• Gk...!

The woman, who had allowed the attack on her abdomen, rolled around on the ground.

• "Ugh, uuuu... I can't do it anymore!"

Sweating profusely, trembling uncontrollably, the woman finally collapsed, her body sagging onto the floor.

Her teacher, waiting for her to get up, let out a long sigh and approached her, pressing down on the woman's belly with his finger.

• "Our disciple is good at everything, but there’s especially a lot of gaps in the middle, huh? Hmm?"

• Ugh...! Don't press there, it's sensitive!

• ?

The scene in the training room, with the childish woman lying down and the teacher pressing her belly, was a familiar sight. After all, it was something he had experienced personally in the past.

But it felt strange, seeing it from the perspective of a third party.

It felt almost like being a ghost, but now that I was used to it, I couldn’t fold my arms... so I rested my left hand on my waist and calmly surveyed the surroundings.

• "Teacher... shouldn't we eat now? It's already past one..."

• "You sure notice the time well..."

• "Hehe, I guess it's proof that my training on widening my field of vision is going well?"

• "Your words flow smoothly... Alright, let’s eat."

• "Yay! Today, let’s go to a pizza place!"

Were bad dreams called nightmares?

If so, this dream would be the opposite, a good dream.

This time in my life was truly happy.

The training was hard, but the results were clear, and the meals we ate together were twice as delicious as when I ate alone.

Just look at this moment.@@novelbin@@

We’re just having lunch together, yet the woman's sweat-soaked face is beaming with a bright smile.

‘Sigh.’

For some reason, that sight made me uneasy.

I sighed deeply, turned away from my past self, and met the eyes of my current self reflected in the mirror.

Naturally, I began comparing myself to the past I had just observed.

It was really different.

An empty arm, and limbs that had grown long with age.

Despite being a superhuman with great recovery, I still had several scars all over my body, with exhaustion and resignation clinging to my face.

Compared to the bright past, I looked too miserable.

That was the reality.

I didn’t want to leave. At least if I stayed trapped in a dream, I could bury myself in that happy past.

• "Disciple? Again, your stomach is empty."

• Zzz...

• Hug

• Bop