I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The gift was successfully delivered, but they didn't head back immediately.

"Is there any issue? The movement is immediate, and the sensation is incredibly fine. It really feels like a hand..."
[But you’ve been without that arm for so long, right? While there were no problems during the measurements, there might be some awkwardness when actually using it.]@@novelbin@@

The special prosthetic arm given to Daera was designed with great attention to both sensation and movement. There were no issues with its function.
[Try moving it a bit more vigorously.]
"Hmm... hmm... hmm? Ah, definitely."

If there was an issue, it was with the user.
Paf paf! In an instant, both fists slammed into the air. The trajectory was a bit off. Daera, with a somewhat mystified expression, darted around the basement.

"Just like the teacher said, something does feel a little off."
As Daera backed up, her movements were slightly wobbly.

It wasn’t an uncertain feeling. The ability to observe could clearly detect any errors.
[You’ve already adapted to having only one arm, after all.]
"Ah... I suppose that makes sense. With one arm missing, your balance must be off."
[The distribution of strength, and the new circuit, might have altered how you manipulate magic. For someone like you, a close combat type, even a small mistake can be fatal. I thought it would be better to confirm it here first.]

"Yeah, you're right. I guess it will take time to get used to the sensation."
[Hmm... probably?]

Normally, it would take some time, and Daera was no different.
In the past, even when I first wore the proof of protection, there were errors at first. But I immediately fought the dual-headed dragon.

‘When an error occurs, it’s corrected immediately.’

The power of observation detects every error.
I would take the incorrect movement, compare it with the right one, and adjust it on the spot with the optimal movement for the prosthetic.
With my affinity for magic and versatile abilities, it wasn't difficult.

Since the battle with the dual-headed dragon mostly involved aerial combat, errors weren’t as apparent.

"This means I'll probably get scolded again by the teacher for making adjustments..."
Daera mumbled as she stroked the prosthetic arm. However, there was a smile blooming on her face, full of anticipation and warmth.

[Hehe, give me your right hand for a moment.]
"Hmm? Here."
I also smiled and opened a space, taking out something from it with both hands, slowly fitting it onto Daera’s right prosthetic arm.

"An arm warmer?"
[It's fine to conceal it with magic, but this is more convenient.]

• Mmmm...

• Hayiul, if someone asks you for help, don’t just follow them. Got it?
• Please, even if they beg, don’t just give in. Make sure to promise me...
• Little ones are too soft-hearted to refuse. Don’t ignore me...