AWB Chapter 37 The Color of Emotion
Chapter 37 The Color of Emotion
Why are they talking about him like that?
Sylvie looked at the class in progress and asked herself a question.
"Is Morse the only one who made a mistake?"
Sylvie was someone who liked to help people in need or those in difficult circumstances. Morse was naturally one of them.
In particular, she hated the gloomy expression on his face.
Growing up in a loving and sunny family with a kind mother, father, and brother, Sylvie always had goodwill towards others.
When she first entered the college, she was all alone. She didn't know the people there, nor how people lived in this place.
Because of the renowned Arcadia Hunter Academy, she felt immense pressure. She met the children of celebrities from all over the world, and even shared a room with these descendants.
As a girl from the countryside, she felt overwhelmed by everyone here. Adding to this, she was a therapist, and her interests differed from others because she belonged to a special group that didn't participate in the fighting.
Although therapists are scarce, they are not particularly hard to find, so she had to put in all her effort to pass those courses.
Initially, due to her concerns, she isolated herself slightly and took the opportunity to observe the classroom and get to know the people there.
It was then that she noticed Morse.
A boy sitting in the back row, wearing a hood. She couldn't see his face directly because he covered it with the hood, but her special ability allowed her to see his emotions.
It was a chaotic state of mind, and it never changed.
A dark aura emanated from him.
A deep, dark aura, mixed with shades of red, blue, and black.
This is her special ability—the ability to see other people's emotions through colors.
She knew that red represented anger.
She also knew about dark blue; she often saw that color at funerals, and it evoked feelings of sadness.
But there is another color that covers almost everything.
It was black, a color she had never seen so intense.
The color of hatred.
When she looked at the hooded boy, she could see a great deal of hatred emanating from him.
The feeling was so strong that whenever she looked around, she would involuntarily focus her attention on him.
This is why Sylvie always paid attention to Morse.
Another person caught her attention: Ethan Hartley, a boy with a dazzling aura of justice emanating from his white coat.
Whenever she looked at the two of them, she could see a clear difference.
Morse was surrounded by an aura of darkness and sorrow, while Ethan radiated an aura of light and inspiration.
As someone who wants to help others, Sylvie naturally wanted to help Morslon as well. So, she decided to try to get closer to him.
But on that very day, she witnessed the cruelty of the world.
Sylvie's voice trembled as she recalled the incident. She remembered witnessing three students bullying Morse that day, a scene that broke her heart.
She saw three people surrounding him, mocking him, insulting him, and shoving him. They seemed to be taking pleasure in his suffering and enjoying the torment he caused.
She wanted to step forward and stop them, but fear held her back. She was just a freshman, completely unfamiliar with this terrifying world of elite hunters. And, as a healer, she knew she was powerless.
She also knew those three people; they were in the same class as her.
She couldn't understand why they were treating him this way. What had he done wrong to deserve such cruelty?
She still remembers what they shouted:
"Look at this good-for-nothing."
"Did your mother die because she gave birth to a good-for-nothing like you?"
"No, it's possible that your father abandoned you. Who would want a useless son?"
She still remembers those words vividly.
But what saddened her even more was that whenever Morse tried to fight back, he would be beaten even more severely.
At some point, he even gave up trying, no longer defending himself or resisting.
She saw that the color of his emotions had become more intense, even revealing a new shade of deep blue that she had never seen before.
She didn't know what emotion it was, but she knew Morse was changing. He was being driven to the brink.
Sylvie tried to report these things to her teachers, but no one cared. She would never forget what one of the teachers said at the time:
"Tsk... He doesn't even have the courage to stand up for himself, yet he wants to become a hunter? Useless. It's because of him that my niece didn't get accepted..."
She still can't forget those words.
How could you be so cruel?
With that in mind, she did everything she could to help Morse, using her healing abilities to heal his wounds.
Despite her lack of skill, she still tried her best to be his support.
Time passed day by day, and a month went by in the blink of an eye.
One night, things suddenly changed. Sylvie noticed.
She noticed that the color on Morse had changed.
If he was previously covered in black, red, and dark blue, now a color she had never seen on people before has taken his place.
That was gray.
She knew that gray represented indifference.
Before, whenever she looked at Morse, she could see a change in his eyes. Now, he always looked at those around him with a lifeless, emotionless gaze.
He no longer cares what others say about him.
This had been Morse's behavior before, but Sylvie knew he was just pretending. After all, she could see the emotional fluctuations he felt whenever someone mocked him or spoke ill of him. But things were different now.
Now, nothing has changed.
The gray color covered him like a barrier, and nothing could penetrate it.
"Thank you for your help."
However, she still remembered what he had said to her when she was with him before.
His words were sincere, because she could feel the gratitude radiating from him, a gratitude that glowed with a yellow light. And seeing that light made her happy.
But soon, that color would be replaced by a deep blue. She noticed that whenever he seemed happy, that deep blue would take its place.
Sadness never left him.
Whenever Sylvie saw Morse like this, she felt that he seemed to be carrying some heavy burden. But she could never muster the courage to ask him, and could only watch him from afar.
This time is no different.
Sylvie watched and listened quietly as Eleanor criticized the students. However, in the latter part, almost all of her words were directed at Morse.
"Why is she only targeting Morse?" Sylvie asked herself.
Sylvie will never understand why Eleanor would treat Morse this way.
She could tell that Morse wasn't trying his best, but in her opinion, insulting and humiliating others wouldn't have any effect.
Instead of doing that, why not try to understand Morse's problem?
That was her idea. But in the end, she was powerless, because Eleanor was the mentor here, the one who held the power.
However, Astron didn't seem bothered by her insults, so Sylvie just sat there and watched him from a distance.
......
And that concludes today's lesson.
"With today's class over, I have something important to announce," Professor Eleanor said, her cold gaze sweeping over all the students. "Starting tomorrow, we will be conducting a series of courses on inhuman close combat."
Whispers and whispers rippled through the students as they exchanged curious glances.
Inhuman close-quarters combat is a crucial skill for hunters, especially when facing human opponents. This type of course involves training in unarmed combat and weapons skills against other hunters or human enemies.
“We will be conducting paired training in these courses, and I expect each of you to take them seriously,” Professor Eleanor continued. “Your close combat skills will be tested, so be sure to practice and hone your abilities.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Eleanor White left the classroom and headed towards her office.
"Ah... close combat course..."
Upon hearing this news, Sylvie's heart raced. She was a healer, not a combat expert; close combat wasn't her forte. However, she knew the importance of these lessons and the necessity of being prepared for any situation.
After all, even if she doesn't get graded for these courses, she still needs to improve herself, at least to be able to protect herself.
As the students began packing up to leave the classroom, Sylvie heard a voice coming from the doorway.
"Hey, where are you going?"
The voice was full of contempt, and when she turned to look at the source of the voice, she saw a classmate blocking Morse's way.
If she remembered correctly, he was a boy who ranked around 1,000th in the grade.
"What was his name again?" She couldn't remember his name for a moment because there were many students in the class.
"He's full of malice," she thought, seeing the dark aura emanating from the boy. She could also sense his pride and excitement.
"Hey? I'm talking to you! You piece of trash, where do you think you're going?"
Seeing that Morse did not respond, he became increasingly annoyed and raised his voice.
"Don't talk to me."
However, the response he received was completely unexpected.
A cold voice came from the person in front of him.
Morse's purple eyes were filled with indifference, and his face showed no expected reaction.
"You bastard! How dare he ignore me!"
The boy glanced at a girl sitting in the front row and saw that she was also looking in their direction without any interest, which fueled his anger.
“What a childish act.” Morse saw through his intentions from the beginning, but he had absolutely no interest in this “person.”
She simply ignored him and continued on her way. However, this action only made the boy angrier and angrier.
Seeing that Morse ignored him and continued walking towards the exit, the boy's face flushed red. He shouted angrily, "I told you, don't ignore me!" His voice was full of anger and humiliation.
But Morse remained unmoved, not even glancing at him, and walked straight past. It was as if the boy's existence meant nothing to him.
Indeed, that was the case. Morse had never seen the boy in the game, neither as a villain nor a regular character. But he vaguely remembered his name and ranking.
“Liam Wayne, ranked 1025, is skilled in swordsmanship.” He recalled what he knew about the boy.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who are valuable and those who are worthless. He is someone who has no value to himself.
Therefore, Morse intends to use this boy as an example here, so that he can take some action now in order to avoid being harassed in the future.
In his rage, the boy lost his temper and decided to teach Morse a lesson himself. Without warning, he pounced on Morse from behind, trying to knock him to the ground.
Unlike typical villains, he didn't even bother to shout; he simply raised his fist and attacked.
whoosh-
However, Morse reacted instinctively, quickly dodging the boy's attack by sidestepping. With a nimble movement, he avoided the boy's lunge and turned to face him.
The boy missed his target and, losing his balance, stumbled forward.
boom--
His pride was wounded, his anger intensified, and he quickly got up and charged at Astron again.
"An overly forceful attack on the right side."
Just as Morse had predicted, he threw a punch this time.
But Morse was no stranger to close combat. In both of his past lives, he had received training in this area. On Earth, he was interested in martial arts, and in this life, he learned a great deal from "that person."
whoosh-
With fluid movements, he dodged the punch again, but did not raise his hand to retaliate.
Morse simply tripped his leg with his foot, causing him to lose his balance.
boom--
The boy fell to the ground again.
“I warned you,” Morse said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. “Don’t talk to me.”
The students who witnessed it all remained silent in shock. They had never seen Morse fight before, and they were amazed by his ability and composure. Despite being ranked last and considered weak by everyone, no one expected him to act so calmly.
Although some places seemed unusual, they soon stopped paying attention to them.
Only Sylvie watched this scene silently.
Sylvie watched with a relieved smile as Morse finally defended her.