Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 244: Wilderness Survival

The next day, after the Basics of Cultivation class, Eleanor and Ophelia made their way to the Wilderness

Survival classroom on the third floor of the academy building. According to the information provided by the

academy, this subject had only a single classroom... no offices, no auxiliary facilities, nothing else.

The room itself, however, was beautifully kept. It was large and square in shape, two of its walls lined with

towering bookshelves, the other two adorned with paintings of exotic beasts in vivid colour. Yet, for all its

decoration, the space was empty.

Ophelia even stepped back to glance at the sign above the door, just to be certain. The inscription confirmed

they were in the right place.

They hesitated at the threshold, uncertain what to do next... when a voice spoke from behind them.

"Young Ladies, have you cfor the Wilderness Survival class?"

Both turned. A gloomy old man was approaching from the corridor, his pace unhurried. He wore the indigo robe

of a professor. His curly grey hair framed a face dominated by bushy eyebrows, while his eyes were clouded,

almost white which gave him an austere, uncanny air.

"Yes, Professor," Eleanor replied evenly.

At once, the gloom lifted from the man’s face, replaced by a radiant smile. He ccloser and gestured them

inside.

"I am Professor Jiro Heinrix Frostspire," he announced warmly. "I am the sole instructor for Wilderness Survival.

You may callProfessor Jiro. Cin, cin."

He led them into the classroom, walking to the far end where a broad wooden desk waited. Settling himself

behind it, he waved them towards the rows of chairs.

"Sit down, sit down! Tellyour names."

Eleanor and Ophelia obediently took seats in the front row, directly before him.

"l am Eleanor."

"I am Ophelia."

Professor Jiro raised his eyebrows. "Ah! Fine names indeed! Now tell me, are you certain you wish to take this

class as an optional course? Or have you merely cto gather a few tips?"

Eleanor carefully glanced around the room. "We cto take this course as our optional. We plan to finish it

within this term."

She hesitated, then asked, "Um, Professor, did we ctoo early? The class seems empty."

"No, no... you're right on time." Professor Jiro gave a grunt that carried a hint of contempt. "You are the only

students here. These days, young cadets are only interested in swinging their fists and swords about. Very few

are wise enough to know the true value of knowledge..."

"Oh. So, this class really is that unpopular. Or perhaps the professor is simply incompetent," Eleanor thought,

hoping she would not cto regret the decision to take it.

Before her mind could wander further, the professor asked, "Why did you two choose Wilderness Survival, of all

things?"

There was no point in hiding the truth. Eleanor answered plainly, "My grandmother, Fiona Raynor, advisedto

take this course."

"A very wise piece of advice! Your grandmother clearly knows what truly matters... wait. Did you say Fiona?"

His eyes widened. "Fiona the Werewolf? That mischievous thief? Hmm. Who would have thought an ungrateful

student like her would recognise the value of complex knowledge!"

"Mischievous thief?" Eleanor’s curiosity stirred. "Professor, do you know my grandmother?"

Professor Jiro scoffed. "Who doesn’t know Fiona in this academy? She may not have been the most powerful

Ascendant ever produced here, but she was certainly one of the most feared. Not for her strength, but for the

way she twisted her formidable mind. She stole countless valuable things from professors... even from me. She

uncovered secrets, humiliating ones, and blackmailed her tutors with them..."

He suddenly stopped; his mouth snapping shut as though he had spoken too freely.

"Wait... why am | gossiping with you? You're far too young to know such things! And besides, it is not in my

character to slander others behind their backs!"

But though Professor Jiro had stopped, Eleanor already held sjuicy fragments of information.

"Let's get back to your course," the professor said, his tone shifting abruptly to seriousness. "What other classes

are you taking?"

"Fundamentals of Psionics, Mixed Martial Arts, along with two mandatory courses... Basics of Cultivation and

Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law," Eleanor replied.

"Wait... what? Fundamentals of Psionics! Do you have the sabilities as Fiona?" Jiro blurted.

"Yes. It seems so." Eleanor smirked. She couldn’t help wondering what exactly Fiona had done in her academy

days to leave the professor still flustered at the mention of her name.

Professor Jiro stared at her for a long moment, shock written plain across his face. Then, slowly, he sighed and

turned to Ophelia.

"Young lady, you are far too quiet. What about you?" he asked.

"Department of Shadow and Close Quarters Combat," Ophelia answered.

"A shadow ability? Splendid! You'll survive in any adverse condition. A most useful talent indeed. Even |, a

dragon, envy your kind," the professor said with genuine excitement.

His voice then shifted, low and serious. "Very well. Let's complete your enrolment first. Then we can begin

learning something of value."

He pulled a black laptop from his drawer, and within five minutes their registration was finalised.

Eleanor opened her interface and checked her course list:

[Course Selection: Primary Term]

Mandatory Course:

Basics of Cultivation Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law

Major Course:

Department of Combat (School of Mixed Martial Arts)

Optional Course:

Fundamentals of Psionics Wilderness Survival

Note: Library options are now available. Do you wish to enter the library? Y/N

[Tap the blue button to open or close the screen.]

Now that her course selection was settled, Eleanor could finally concentrate on her studies. She dismissed the

window and looked back at Professor Jiro.

Their first lesson began pleasantly, without pressure or tension.

From tto time, the professor exclaimed at his students’ lack of knowledge and practical experience. Yet his

attitude remained warm, and his enthusiasm for teaching seemed boundless. Whenever one of them raised

doubts or asked a question, he would patiently explain the lesson again, giving them space to catch up.

The curriculum Professor Jiro had

prepared was nothing short of

daunting. It brimmed with dense

theory, practical traigi@betttih

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an astonishing variety of subjects.

Sof the lessons bordered on the

bizarre. There were even sessions

devoted exclusively to the study of

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"Why do we need to learn unknown languages? The academy nanobots already translate everything," Ophelia

asked, grimacing. She would have gladly slain a hundred monsters rather than tackle yet another academic

burden.

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Despite the strangeness of the material, both cadets found themselves absorbed. But within an hour, Ophelia’s

patience wore thin. Her head felt ready to burst from the flood of alien concepts, and she quickly realised that

hard study was far more exhausting for her than physical combat.

After her complaint, Professor Jiro finally decided to end the session. Eleanor had fared somewhat better, but she

had another commitment to keep... her combat training with Instructor Arrichion in the School of Mixed Martial

Arts.

After setting the date for their next class and gathering the reference books Jiro had assigned, the two girls left

the Wilderness Survival room and made their way towards the Combat Department building.

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After arriving at the Combat Department building, Eleanor made her way to the School of Mixed Martial Arts

while Ophelia headed off towards her Close Quarters Combat School. As expected, Instructor Arrichion was

waiting for her.

Surprisingly, he was not in his usual darkened chamber that day. Instead, he stood in the wide training hall,

waiting for Eleanor to arrive. What caught her attention, however, was not his presence but the dummies that

filled the room.

She had seen practice dummies before during training... wooden ones, chipped and scarred from use. But here,

more than ten iron dummies stood in perfect rows, gleaming coldly under the light.

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blocks, and grapples. These are the

heart of all martial arts. Do not let the

iron intimidate you. At first glance, it

may seem impossible, but believe

me, you have the ability to shatter

these dummies if you can strike with

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He began demonstrating the routines... sharp, efficient movements honed to perfection. Eleanor followed

carefully, mimicking each stance and strike.

"As long as you can shatter one dummy, your lesson for today will be complete," he added, stepping aside to let

her continue.

By the tEleanor managed to break one leg of a dummy, sweat poured from her and her body trembled with

exhaustion. Her breath cragged, but there was a flicker of triumph in her eyes.

As always, Arrichion handed her a lunchbox without a word of praise or criticism. She accepted it gratefully and

made her way back to the dormitory to rest.

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