I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

Daera stared intently at her reflection in the mirror.

She was dressed in a neat cadet uniform. Her aesthetic sense wasn't particularly sharp, but compared to the days when she wore beast skins, this was a hundred times, a thousand times better.

‘Compared to back then, what else could have gotten worse...’

She gently adjusted her hair.

Her tangled, beastly hair loosened into smooth strands.

She lowered her hand to her face. The face in the mirror distorted. Her skin was fairly smooth. The soot that had stuck to her skin was also cleaned away, vanishing completely.

However, the scars that occasionally caught her with their sharp sensation couldn't be helped.

The part that hadn’t changed. Daera ran her eyes over the fluttering sleeves.

Her right arm, which had vanished down to the shoulder. This part, even now, couldn't be helped.

‘Tch…’

Her spiritual blueprint was damaged. Regeneration prospects were bleak. She had never expected much, so she quietly accepted it.

But sometimes, when she became aware of the empty space, a dirty feeling would rise.

The isolated dungeon. All the other transcendent beings besides Daera were dead. Her arm had been shredded by the claws of monsters. She had been too slow to react, and a large maw bit her right arm, ripping it off with a sickening sound…

• Kwajik!

"Dammit."

The sudden pain stabbing at her right shoulder made her expression scrunch up. It was a phantom pain that occasionally visited.

Daera irritably grabbed at the fluttering sleeve. It kept swaying, pulling her gaze and bringing up nothing but bad memories.

In the end, Daera changed into a new outfit.

It was still a cadet uniform, but unlike the one she had just worn, it had no sleeves.

‘It’s originally for summer weather, but since it’s still warm, it should be fine.’

There were several versions of the cadet uniform with the same design.

No matter which version, the uniform always had functional magic attached, so there wasn’t much difference in its functionality, but they provided several versions.

On the way to the location Ihayul had sent her to, she didn’t see many cadets. It was still during the afternoon, and most were in their major classes.

Daera and Ihayul were different. Thanks to Artla, Ihayul’s major class had finished early.@@novelbin@@

‘It’s surprising to see the teacher being so flexible.’

• Squeak