[Rebirth] Soul Master Beast Pet

Training camp, to put it plainly, is to gather a few people together and listen to some important things from a few teachers.Everyone has to listen to pharmacology and medical science classes, and a special teacher will explain some emergency functional potions needed during the freezing period and some first-aid measures that are not taught in class on weekdays. Even soul masters need to have a general understanding of potions .In addition, there is also concentrated training in physical skills. Of course, this content is taught separately by soul masters and soul masters.

Rachel is in charge of the pharmacological knowledge training before the frozen period every year, and has never felt pressured, but this year's course has become a lot of pressure because of the joining of Riester, not because of Riester himself, but because of Riester. The man next to him.

The man seemed to be about the same age as Eddie and the others. He was a soul master by visual inspection, and his level could not be determined. It seems that he is listening to the class seriously. This is not something to make a fuss about, but what makes Rachel uncomfortable is the cold light in the man's dark golden eyes. It should not be dissatisfied with him, but just naturally indifferent, like Eddie does.

That man was brought by Riester, whether he was in or out of class, he was always attached to Rister, and his identity was unknown. Anyway, on the first day of the training camp, the head of the district personally came to ask each of their teachers to ignore the man who followed Reese. A special man, when they asked about the man's identity, the district chief just glanced at Rist with a complicated expression, then turned and left.

Reining in her emotions, Rachel continued to give lectures.

"Hey, Rist, why do you have to listen here? I know a lot more than him."

Rachel was not mistaken, Kleist just looked at him dissatisfied.

"Ah."

Rist was playing with Kleist's long black hair with one hand, and quickly took notes with the other hand, sorting out all the information in his mind, and filtering out the information he didn't know before. This information is underlined to make a conspicuous mark.

Kleist curled his lips and leaned closer to Lister's side to ensure that his hair was long enough for him to play without causing pain. Kleist lay down on the table and began to sleep.

Eddie, Bailey, and Arnold, who didn't need to listen carefully to the class, all looked at Rist and Kleist curiously.

The man Kleist suddenly appeared in front of their eyes. Until now, they only knew that the man's name was Kleist and that he was his partner, and they didn't know any other information.Obviously exuding a very oppressive aura, like a ruthless king, who just clings to Rist all the time, never leaving for a moment. If anyone gets too close to Rist, he will stare fiercely at him, like Like a child guarding a beloved toy.Those dark golden eyes, I always feel like I've seen them before.

But Bailey and Arnold's eyes were more focused on Rist.

The training camp has already started for five days, and the sense of surprise and familiarity that Rist brings to them is getting stronger every day. From eating to writing, from making potions to basic gymnastics, every movement, every look, and every habit of Rist are very important. is familiar to them.They are obviously two completely different people separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, how could they be so alike from demeanor to habits?

I also feel very familiar with Rist, and Mario who came to Pani City with Bailey, but this familiarity did not make Mario feel nostalgic. Ao lingered in his mind, tormenting him in anxiety all day long.

"Okay, that's all for today. All the potions that were taught in class today, the soul refiners will make a copy when they go home, and bring them to me for tasting when they come to class tomorrow."

"Okay, don't worry, teacher." Moloch stopped writing, flicked his wrist, and smiled brightly at Rachel, but the smile was a little stiff.

In today's pharmacology class, fourteen medicines were introduced within two hours, all of which they had never made before. It is really embarrassing for them to make a copy of them all this afternoon.

"Well, let's take a rest." Rachel nodded to several people and left the classroom quickly.

This training camp is really hard for these children. After getting up every morning, there is morning exercise, followed by two hours of pharmacology and two hours of medical science, and three hours of gymnastics in the afternoon. In the gymnastics class, the teacher By the way, they will be taught more flexible and effective ways to use soul power. After the course is over, the soul refiner will have to prepare potions.Alas, if it weren't for the family's lack of talents in the past few years, they wouldn't be in a hurry to train them.

Rachel had already gone out, and Rist just finished sorting out the last message, put down his pen, stretched his waist, tilted his head, and saw Krest sleeping soundly on the table.

Rist pouted, got up, and was about to go to the toilet.

"Hmm...Rist?"

Suddenly being hugged at the waist, Riester looked down and saw Kleist's sleepy face unconsciously.

Kleist hugged Lister's waist tightly, leaned his head on the side of Lister's waist, looked up at Lister, his eyes were misty, and he looked a little dazed.

"I'm going to the toilet, you continue to sleep." Lisite patted the top of Kleist's head, and then reached out to pull Kleist's hand around his waist.

"I'll go with you..." Kleist's arms didn't move at all, but he stood up staggeringly, his profile was pressed against Rister's back all the way to his shoulders, and then he lay on his stomach limply. Rist's back.

"I'm going to the bathroom, what are you doing?" Riester's mouth twitched, he reached out to cover his face, and pushed back hard.

"No...I'm going..." Kleist clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands, not letting go.

"Tsk! You are annoying!"

Ever since he was able to transform into a human form, he has been sticking to him every day, holding hands when walking, hugging when standing still, even sleeping together at night, even if he forbids it, when he wakes up the next morning, Kleist is also naked. /Naked in his arms, he is too used to it.It's fine to follow to class, why do you even have to follow to the toilet?

"Hmm..." Rist's impatient growl made Kleist completely awake, and the expression on his face changed from bewilderment to grievance. He blinked his dark golden eyes and looked at Rees pitifully. Special, just watching, not saying a word.

The corner of Rist's mouth twitched, and he silently looked away, neither speaking nor moving.

"Rist..." Kleist moved his head forward, his chin lightly resting on Rist's shoulder, his soft tone made people worry.

The veins on Rist's forehead jumped happily.

"Well……"

Seeing that Rist still ignored him, Kleist slowly let go of his hand, slowly, slowly, so slowly that Rist could hardly feel the friction between his arm and shoulder when Kleist pulled his hand, But the tiny friction of reluctance made Riester feel Kleister's grievance and reluctance more clearly.

Lester closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab Lester's arm.

"Let's go out and get some air together."

"Ah."

As soon as Rist's words fell, he heard Kleist's joyful voice, and felt the weight on his back at the same time.

Resting on his forehead, Lester walked out of the classroom with his "back" on his back.At the beginning, Rist thought it was difficult to walk in such a posture, but he didn't know how Kleist did it. Apart from being able to feel the weight on his shoulders, Rist had no hindrance whether he was walking or turning. How on earth did Leicester do it?

"What are you thinking?" Kleist hung on his body and followed his footsteps. No matter how many times he walked, he always found this way of walking very interesting. Why didn't he think of it before?

"I was just thinking about why you are so clingy to me." Riester tilted his head and looked at him curiously.

"Isn't it always like this?" Kleist's chin rested on his shoulder, and when he spoke, his chin pressed against his shoulder.

"Always?"

"Yeah, haven't we been together since I met Rist? Whether it's on Rist's shoulders or in Rist's arms, they've never been apart, right? Isn't it the same now? Why does Reese Are you so disgusted?" Kleist was wondering, it had always been like this, why did he suddenly start to quarrel?

"What's the same? You used to be so small, whether you hang it on your shoulder or hold it in your arms, it doesn't matter. Now it's such a big one, and it's still so tight. It's very troublesome." And he used to hold the soul. Kleist in beast form, but no matter how you look at it now, it looks like Kleist is holding him, right?He is not used to it.

"Can the small ones be held in your arms?" Kleist looked up and down behind him.

"Well, of course the little one can be hugged in my arms... Hey!" With both feet flying into the air suddenly, Rist exclaimed, hugging Kleist's neck subconsciously, and then glared at Kleist , "What are you doing? Let me down!"

"What? Didn't Riester say that small ones can be held? Now Riester is smaller than me. The next class is about to start, let's go back. You don't look like going to the bathroom anyway." Kleist Looking down at Rist's angry face, he grinned, then raised his legs and walked back.

"You!" Rist didn't expect that what he said would be distorted and used by Krest, and he was embarrassed and angry for a while.

"Don't move around, I won't let you fall to the ground, but the more you struggle, the more people will come to see you." The corners of Kleist's mouth raised in a good mood, even the dark golden eyes The coldness has faded away, and the soft light is as warm as the sun.

Lister pursed his lips and glared angrily at Kleist, but seeing Kleist getting more and more happy, he simply closed his eyes, trying to keep his eyes open.

Why has Kleist been feeling suppressed since he advanced to adulthood?Kleist obviously behaved very well-behaved, but in the end, things would always go according to Kleist's wishes, was it his illusion?