kvmb Chapter 110 Club Speech
Chapter 110 Club Speech
If someone were to ask Morse Scott what kind of person he is, Maya would answer that he is a closed-off person.
He is a closed-off and introverted person who likes to live in his own world and doesn't interfere in other people's affairs.
That's the kind of answer she gave, and it's something she really appreciates.
This boy has the ability to completely ignore what others say about him, never depends on others, and never takes other people's kindness for granted.
Although Maya was unaware of how she appeared to outsiders or how many men were attracted to her, she at least understood human nature.
When they encounter someone of high social status, they always seek help, and when their relationship progresses slightly, they begin to make demands.
She knew this because that's how she had lived her life.
When she was a child and had just awakened her talent, most people would come to her wanting her "help".
But she lacks the ability to say "no" because she was taught from a young age to be helpful, and even now, she finds it difficult to change that.
This is why she believes it's only natural for others to accept her help.
When she wants to share snacks, she sees it as a form of helping. And she always assumes that no one will refuse.
“Next, we’d like to invite Morse Scott. Morse, you’re ready to begin,” her friend Emilia said, gesturing to Morse, who was sitting at the far end of the table.
If you met him for the first time, most people would say he was a gloomy, quiet child, who even stuttered in front of many people. His clothes and the hood that covered his face gave that impression.
However, this impression changed instantly when Morse stood up, his demeanor calm and composed, without any emotional fluctuation.
He possesses a confident aura that contrasts sharply with his first impression, much like someone skilled in public speaking.
“Thank you, Senior Emilia,” he nodded in thanks. “Thank you all for listening today. I am Morse Scott, and I will be discussing the art of combat and how it has been transformed by magic.”
His voice was clear and distinct, without a trace of embarrassment. His purple eyes swept over the small group of people. Although almost everyone there was looking at him with suspicion, he didn't look away but met their gaze directly.
Maya was aware of the rumors surrounding him. After all, many people in her class were talking about it. It was a bit strange, considering that an ordinary freshman had become the talk of the second-year students. Besides, they themselves had their own difficulties at school.
Regardless, she knew about these rumors, but she didn't believe them. Because they simply didn't make sense.
"In ancient times, combat was seen as a means of survival or conquest. With the discovery and mastery of magic, the nature of combat changed. Mana, as the fundamental power in our magical world, became intertwined with the practice of combat, transforming it into an art form."
She listened to his speech while continuing to think.
If he were truly that kind of person, he would, like everyone else, always try to get something out of himself. However, he didn't.
He didn't take my help for granted; instead, he would ask, "Why?"
He looked at me with an expression that was completely incomprehensible. This was one of the reasons why I felt a certain fondness for him.
'Why?'
As she listened to his speech, she asked herself the same question.
Why do I want to help him? Why do I want to help others?
Do I really want to help them?
She herself didn't know the answer.
Why should I give him the Plum Blossom of Dreamland?
"Mana adds complexity, allowing users to merge with the unseen forces around us. It grants warriors the powerful ability to cast spells, channel energy, and create visually stunning displays. Every movement, every attack, becomes a meticulously crafted expression on the battle canvas. Users manipulate their environment and skills, following a structured pattern."
Is it because I want to see what he will be like in the future? Is it because I'm looking forward to his reaction?
what is the reason?
'I have no idea.'
Morse's eyes remained steadfast as he continued his speech.
"Mana control infuses the battle with style. Just as an artist chooses a canvas, a warrior chooses magic and skill to create a structured display of ability and power. Mana flows within the warrior, guiding their movements and adding a sense of rhythm to the chaos of battle."
Just then, his words reminded her of when she taught him how to use magic. It was an exciting experience for her, because she felt like she was nurturing a newborn baby.
That is a kind of
'An exciting experience.'
Back then, she wasn't doing things because someone asked her to. Even if it started out of a desire to help others, things are different now.
“In summary,” Morse concluded, “with the advent of magic, even wielding a sword can now be an art. The aesthetics bestowed by magic make it an art, and those who wield magic become artists.”
He paused for a moment, letting his words echo in the air. Then, he nodded slightly, indicating the end of his speech.
Thank you for listening.
silence!
At first, there was silence, as if in protest against him; no one moved. Maya didn't notice this, because she was lost in thought.
Snapped!
Then, a round of applause rang out. It was Sylvie, who looked around at the people with obvious annoyance.
Snapped!Snapped!
Then everyone started clapping, and Maya joined in.
'I understand now.' Maya thought to herself, clapping her hands.
I want to understand why he's so withdrawn.
Her gaze followed Morse back to his seat.
What made him this way? Then I can answer the questions that have been weighing on my mind.
......
As the speeches ended and applause erupted, club members began to gather together, exchanging their opinions and praise on each other's topics.
Mason and Sylvie became the focus of everyone's attention.
Sylvie, in particular, like many others, was not good at speaking in front of a crowd and showed more shyness than anything else.
Emilia, the club's vice president and a passionate enthusiast of "yuri" art, interjected with an encouraging smile: "Everyone's presentations were excellent. This club is thriving because of its diverse perspectives and knowledge."
After she finished speaking, she gently pushed up her glasses with her middle finger, revealing a sly smile. Not every speech was so inspiring, but she admitted that this platform was a preparation process for the community members to develop their social skills.
But that's not enough.
As an arts community, they have grander plans. Many artistic pursuits await them, and to achieve these goals, each member needs to master the necessary skills.
'They're not ready for a real artistic journey yet.'
"Now, please listen to what I have to say."
As she drew everyone's attention, she glanced at the plan they had devised.
"Next time, we will explore ancient civilizations and lost languages before the era of 'hub convergence.' However, we will not only focus on the academic aspects, but also explore how art evolved and what important art movements existed during that era. We have already arranged a special guest for that event, so please be sure to mark the date and attend."
Emilia glanced around and noticed the club members nodding in agreement. This was a good sign, indicating that everyone was excited about the upcoming event exploring art from a historical perspective.
“Thank you all for your enthusiasm,” Emilia continued, adjusting her glasses.
Emilia ended the meeting as the club members exchanged glances, absorbing the importance of the next activity.
That's all for today. Feel free to stay and discuss ideas, or simply enjoy each other's company. Let's meet again at the next meeting with fresh perspectives and a thirst for artistic knowledge. Goodbye!
As she finished speaking, the members began to disperse. Some discussed the speech, while others talked about what they would do next.
Mason was among them. He approached Sylvie with a friendly smile on his face.
“Hey, Sylvie,” he began, “a few of us are planning to study together at the library later. Would you like to join us?”
Sylvie thought about the suggestion for a moment. She was always a little hesitant about these kinds of gatherings, but then several other girls joined in and offered encouraging comments.
“Sylvie, this is a great opportunity to connect with everyone. And we also want to get to know you better, since you’re the only therapist in this group,” one of the girls said.
“And Mason is a great help with my studies,” another girl added.
Feeling a little more relaxed, Sylvie smiled and nodded. "Of course, I'd love to. Thank you for inviting me."
Mason grinned, pleased with her acceptance. "We'll meet at the library around four o'clock, and I look forward to seeing you there."
After saying that, Mason left, and Sylvie began packing her things. Because it was her first presentation, she had brought a lot of sample materials, but she had forgotten to use them.
As Mason left and Sylvie began packing, she noticed the persistent gaze of those purple eyes. They were as cold as ice, devoid of emotion yet tinged with annoyance.
'Why is he looking at me again?' Sylvie thought to herself, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, which reminded her of her friend's words.
The thought made her blush slightly. Thanks to her friend's words, she couldn't help but start thinking about it.
"What's wrong?" she asked tentatively, a hint of shyness in her voice.
Morse maintained his indifferent attitude, responding instead with a question: "Is there a problem?"
“You don’t stare at people for no reason, do you?” Sylvie asked, trying to understand his concern.
“It depends,” he replied briefly.
"What do you think?" Sylvie pressed further.
“Sometimes, I just want to look at them,” he replied.
Sylvie misunderstood him, her face turning even redder as she mistakenly thought he meant something beyond his original intention. Her heart suddenly raced, thinking he might be expressing some kind of interest.
“Ah, well…” Sylvie stammered, trying to regain her composure. “I…I thought…I mean, maybe the person you’re staring at feels uncomfortable with your gaze?”
Morse blinked, still unable to grasp her implication. "Uncomfortable?"
'Have I been watching for too long?' he wondered to himself. Mason was making him a little irritated, and even his intentions were starting to slip out.
Sylvie felt her face growing hotter. "Is...yes, like, unease or...discomfort?"
Morse frowned, pondering her words. "Uncomfortable being stared at?"
Sylvie nodded, feeling her embarrassment growing stronger. "Yes...yes, some people don't like being stared at."
He pondered for a moment. "I understand." He nodded. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but if my gaze made you uncomfortable, I'll be more careful in the future."
He didn't say anything more, just picked up his things. His speech also used a lot of sample materials, but unlike hers, he used them better.
"Goodbye."
And so, he left.
Sylvie was left behind in a state of panic and confusion.
"I really don't understand you at all..."