Returning from her short conquest against the gnolls, Lunetta was a bit skittish that last gnoll had really almost killed her. Her plans were to attend a few more lessons then eventually set out on her own path the academy could help her, but she needed more experience. She also didn't really care for the theoretical bullshit they held.

It took her a while to find the bathrooms, as in bathrooms, not just toilet rooms dubbed as "bathrooms". It's quite innovative to use a room for what it's called. 'This might take a while' she thought. Her hair was a frizzled mess, and her wounds left nothing to the imagination regarding her state of cleanliness.

It ended up taking her an hour to find someone that held a clue on where these rooms are, why? Most people apparently had a home in the city they returned to, to bathe in. The only person that helped her was named Ivnia. She seemed to also need a bath, a quick identify gained her this tidbit of information, [Human Level 9] the listed level only shows the class level though.

Apparently this Ivnia was quite a bit stronger than her, she also specialized in death magic. She was quite chipper for bringing death and decay onto enemies, it was one of those classes that allowed for many such rot effects and different rot effects to accumulate and procreate. Yes, rot can create different kinds of rot if left untreated, those shitty arrows from before proved this.

Lunetta was more into slaying enemies with a moony blade, she had practiced it a bit against the gnolls, but it ended up just wasting her mana. Her new slash ability thing was quite a bit better than strike, but due to it having a cooldown it required more finesse, actually it's better to say her agility wasn't up to par in handling the ability efficiently.

She had during her off time tried imbuing moon affinity into slash, it works, but with the same problems as with strike. Reinforced Strike handles it a bit better, she suspected it was because it drained a bit of her health as well. Apparently warriors are kind of stuck with very hard to upgrade basic skills until they get their evolution. Quite bullshit.

Swinging her blade around, she talked to Ivnia, "So how has the school been treating you?" She asked her new acquaintance.

"Quite well, if only that dick didn't fart in my face constantly. My other teacher also isn't very pleased with me so he end up just slapping me in the face every now and again." She spoke of her anguish.

They kept chatting of the things that happen around, and both agreed to meet at the baths the next day, they both had quite a bit of shit to do. Lunetta did feel an urge to beat up that mage teacher, but she feared that she would essentially kill one of the few living mage teachers on this world. It's quite a stunting feeling to be kept away from that expression of hatred, but she let it go. For now.

In the meantime she went to the practice grounds, getting a few looks because of her bedraggled appearance. She swung her blade executing her new attack against the target dummy repeatedly. It went ahead a bit slower than her normal strike flurry. The benefit was the conservation of Stamina, and around the same damage over time. Minus the burst from the initial few strikes.

Common skills aren't really very comparable. She spent the rest of her time experimenting by creating a layer of mana over her blade, but due to it being quite shit, ended up with a lot of leakage. It did give her quite a few insights into where she could improve it. It's like the difference between an engineer learning by fixing a whole machine, rather than just a few parts here and there.

Then she realized something and smacked herself in the face, twice. A giddiness overwhelmed her a little. She had finally managed to get the fucking mana out of her. It had been gnawing at her for quite a while. It's like wanting to piss, but you don't really have to, but you really want to. That's the feeling right there.

After feeling the metaphorical self-relieve, she noted the strange stares.

***

Adam was strolling through the training yard, looking for someone to beat up. He had a long history of being bullied when he was younger, so he would return the favor to others. In his little worldview he saw everyone as one group. Somethings however just made his head feel weird. This weird feeling got stronger when he saw a somewhat attractive, but dirty woman slapping herself.

He immediately pushed the idea of hitting her out of his head, he only hit men. What self respecting sexist would strive so far as to discount the other sex as an object? Honestly thinking that she would be the one to damage valuable goods, he stepped and stepped. A handsome smile rose on his face like a new dawn.

"Hello there sweetheart, why are you hitting yourself?" He asked her.

The woman turned his way, gave him a look that made his head feel weird again, but he kept the smile. Her expression soon turned to normal so he felt that it worked. When he heard the woman speak however it started to ache like never before. This was confusion he had been told, but due to his superior way of looking at things he didn't need complicated emotions. Joy and anger was enough.

***

Looking at the peculiar fellow in front of her with a raised eyebrow she spoke, "I finally discovered how to use mana, kind of. At least on weapons and sticks." She motioned to the sword where constant changes could be observed. Sometimes there was a flicker of moon affinity, other times strings of mana coiled around certain sections, some places were thicker than others, others looked softer and some looked harder. It was a bit of a mess. All in the name of experimentation.

She made it more uniform, going for a coiled version, then a hard, and finally a soft version unable to settle on a single one. She would find the optimal one soon enough, but measuring things related to this would be difficult, time keeping was difficult when you had to perceive the start of a process with your eyes, she couldn't just tap mana into a clock the moment it left her pathways.

Accuracy was important, at least if you wanted to see minuscule differences, and would matter over longer combat sessions. Going by feel would be good enough for now. The man looked like he was in a bit of pain, and the name he gave her made her also feel conflicted and confused. Shrugging her shoulders, at least it wasn't an insult and he didn't seem to have bad intentions.

He gave her another nice smile, it wasn't very warm but it was simple. She shifted the mana on the sword to create a weave of different strings of mana, it kind of looked like blue wires running around the sword in crisscross patterns, finally she attempted something else. She slowly raised the mana by a minuscule amount, height wise and repeated the pattern in the third dimension.

Next thing she knew two hours had passed and she found the stranger she had seen earlier sitting beside her on a chair. She felt her veins go cold again, but then relaxed. At least he hadn't tried to constrict her, that would've likely caused a bit of an outburst.

Upon awakening, the boy looked at her and handed her a cup of tea. She sniffed it and found the properties to not be harmful. Potions and poisons could kind of be detected simply by sniffing them out, since you're consuming a very minute amount of it. Minus the ones that are tempered in a way to prevent this method. She doubted this guy had the funds to afford it, so she sipped on it.

This tea was quite tasty and calmed her down, but not to dangerous levels of sleep. She made a mental note to never fuck around with mana stuff beyond her comprehension again. Her mana, health and stamina were around 10% at the current time. She had likely gone close to death. "What happened? And how long was I out for?" She asked him.

She also warily checked herself and noted that she was still dirty. "The sword started to fizzle, then you basically collapsed that's all. Six hours or so." He seemed more keen to look at her than to care if she was making his bed dirty or not. Odd yes, but he at least showed self restraint, she wasn't a saint and had thought of killing him for the mere fact that he had thrown her into his room.

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"And you carried me here, put me in your bed and watched me for a night?" She spoke, her rage racing like a fire up the slope of a mountain, the only thing keeping it from consuming the mountain was the winds of her control.

"I kind of just wanted to look-"

The world turned monochrome.

She held his neck against the wall, the chill in her veins so cold that the area where she held him had frozen a bit. The guy looked scared shitless, and finally she saw it. Confusion. He had come off as one of those pieces of shit that always wanted to direct the world their way. This time however it had gotten out of hand, for him that is.

He wheezed, trying to breathe in her grip. She tightened it a bit, but her anger was slowly melting away like ice in the sun. "Why?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"You put me in your bed. Doesn't that ring a bell, you know, make you think about it?" Her grip loosened and he fell, coughing, eyes teary.

"Fine." Was all he said.

She took this as her queue and left. Hopefully the creepy ass would leave her alone, if not she would trick him into doing that three dimensional mana shit. Then kick him. Easy assassination. Giggling a bit from her recklessness and the peculiarity of her situation she headed to the baths. Although they had agreed to meet up tomorrow, she had a suspicion that they would both meet there now.

It was currently late in the day, the sun was almost set and only a few rays still scattered about, looking for places where they could poke people's eyes or expose secrets best left unearthed.

The bathroom was quite a bit different than the bathroom she had, had back in her old house. The baths were quite large and water was bubbly, steam was quite plentiful, but the dry mats, how they stayed dry she had no clue, were quite comfortable to walk on. Eventually she settled into one of the baths. A few minutes later as if on cue, her friend joined her.

"Clean then relax?" Ivnia asked her.

She nodded.

They scrubbed themselves clean of all the gunk they had on them, herbal pastes and concoctions were liberally used. Alchemists sold these products for free mostly since they needed experience, and due to the low demand. At F grade it basically becomes a redundant product. Most pasts were quite homogeneous with a pale brown color. When they were done they hopped in another bath to rinse, before finally finding a third one to relax in.

Finally her hair didn't feel sticky, she immediately moved to comb it, untangling all the knots in it. Ivnia repeated the gesture and soon enough they were sitting at opposite ends, quite nude before each other, and neither seemed to give a fuck. There were others around in different tubs, but they barely looked at each other, some even barely looked at themselves.

Quite ridiculous. With a sigh she spoke to her friend, "I managed to get mana working on my sword."

Mentions of a sword drew attention from those around her, a quick glimpse confirmed something for them and they went back to what they were doing. Mostly relaxing.

"Ah, I've managed to make balls of mana, maybe we could combine them." She said sheepishly conjuring up two balls of mana in a pair.

Realizing the implication of what she said Lunetta blushed like a cherry. She really wished she had brought a towel at this moment, at least to cover some part of her to give her comfort. Well nothing to be done about it now. Although it did feel odd to her to be in this kind of situation these thoughts made her blush a bit more before collecting herself.

"Any interesting news?" She asked her Invia.

"Professor fart was scolded one day by professor sword for farting in one of his student's face. It was hilarious." She laughed out loud.

'I wish I had seen that.' Lunetta thought. That bastard was quite a nuisance. She wondered if he had a class that specialized in using farts as a weapon.

She spoke to Invia of her plans, and bragged a bit of killing enemies higher leveled than her. The last bit had gotten her a slap against the face for risking her life. Fighting enemies at your own level should already be challenging enough. Her headache was just getting worse and worse. Three slaps against the face in one day. Her vitality at least got rid of the redness in a few seconds.

After a bit Invia got out of the bath, Lunetta also made to do the same, after finding the new clothes provided to her she got ready for bed. With some more herbal pastes and some relaxing tea she fell asleep quite quickly.

...

The next day she awoke, and with some screwing around she got her hair to not look like a badger's nest, a comb had helped her quest in that event quite significantly. It was time to go to another lecture, remembering her contingency plan she packed a bit of medical paste that smelled like strawberries in the spring, this kind was usually added to other pastes to make it more edible or bearable.

A skip in her step appeared while running down the steps. At this point with her stats she no longer has to jump like an imbecile it's quite marvelous. 'I need new shoes' was her first thought after reaching the bottom. Her soles had already been worn in quite roughly. She spotted the perverted guy staring at her again, with a glare he backed down. Satisfied she continued onto the the lesson, but first she visited the teacher's lounge.

There she learned the name of the farting teacher, Rokus. They had talked a bit without any farts, much to Rokus' chagrin. He apparently ate so much beans and other flatulence educing food that he needed to fart every minute, after talking for 15 minutes, he looked ready to pop. She felt sorry for him and eventually ran back to class. The poor guy that would feel that fart.

Arriving back into her seat she watched the professor dance around like normal, his moves were smooth like an orchestrated dance. He would slide in, fart in the face of one of his enemies blowing their hair back in the process, do a bit of tip toe dancing so he could accurately blast wind in the faces of those sitting a bit above the others. This continued until all those he hated were made to suffer, and until he was visibly relieved.

He had eventually isolated her table, they had gotten along even before her transformation but after she had shown even a more dedicated approach to his lessons she got divine treatment. She didn't even smell any of the collateral farts. She didn't expect to be separated like this, but it was a welcome edition. She highly suspected it was due to her following his style quite thoroughly, he had explained it one point.

Those who picked it up were given lee way, the better ones like her were isolated, the others were made to suffer like her friend. She held no pity, the slap from the day before only made her feel schadenfreude. The teacher had went far enough to create runes in the ground in order to redirect the winds. Formations and runes were above her though, they did the same thing just followed different languages.

"Okay everyone" The professor spoke. "Focus." he said after a pause.

The class stopped talking and focused. The professor nodded and began his lecture.

"You've all heard of professions before, haven't you?" Hearing no objections he continued, "Professions are your work, your career. Your main profession like your class allows you to level up your race, though only every third level, your profession itself depends on the origins, and your history. Picking one up in G grade is a good way to establish a foundation." A dramatic stop followed.

"You know what happens to one without a good foundation?" He asked a nemesis of his. The student dully shook his head, all hope and joy erased. A fart followed. The student didn't even react, it even seemed like he was enjoying it. The teacher didn't seem to give a shit - well he did give literal shits but still - he went back to explaining.

"Prostitution is a good profession for many", he looked at some of the more bedraggled ones, the one that had felt his wrath. He was ruthless. "The sub professions are usually quite effective, especially in collecting those body fluids your "partner" as released, normally they'd sell them in potion form or give them to alchemists"

Any students that looked sexually uncomfortable were quick to receive a fart in the face, this continued until everyone that had looked pent up, looked to be in pain in many different areas. Getting farted on wasn't only embarrassing, it also stunk, and eventually the smell would be associated with you, and if you had sweat before the fact, the smell would sink in. It would also disrupt any intrusive thoughts. Very effective indeed.

"Sub professions are essentially professions that support your main profession. You sometimes need things created by yourself or by certain manufacturers to make things of the same quality, to use certain skills or to get certain desired results." He explained. That's quite true, sometimes you need that one thing you practiced with to get the best result.

Tailoring, leatherworking are both good professions to go into, you can take one as the main profession and one as the sub profession. Just note that your main profession will always be stronger than your sub profession in terms of items created from crafting, material working is different though it won't be as refined as a pure crafter, with some years of practice you can get to that point.

Finally, don't take it as discouragement, but you will likely never be the best in any profession or class, someone likely came before you to establish that path, and they were the hegemons, you're all essentially just walking behind the footsteps of those great ones." And like that he finished his lecture. A book slammed shut, although he hadn't used it.

He just liked to maintain some look of professionalism though farting ruins this guise quite easily. Some looked at him with pain, some in disgust, others looked euphoric. Those that tussled with him and made him even slightly hate him, had essentially had their brains rewired, some, those that showed disgust were still somewhat fine.

The others would need some mental counseling to help them, though the teacher also did that. Any students that seemed to have lasting effects were counseled by him and eventually introduced into isolated positions. He was a menace, but he wasn't that mean, it also helped to somewhat increase your vitality after a while, this was something most students knew, it was also why they didn't complain too much.

He noted some names in his book, called them up and explained where they would meet up, he would then take some medicinal liquids to calm down his flatulence and talk to them seriously. For some it was the increase in stats that came from just existing, for others it was the smell. Weird things became drugs. After three sessions all students would be fine, this is not a generalization. Rokus knew his shit.