Chapter 178. The Student
135 years after the genocide of the Air Nomads.
Near the city of Tienhai. Tienhai University of Technology and Business. Yo.
"Don't forget to double-check your data. You have only twenty minutes left—your final grade depends on today's lab results!" reminded the lively old man, a distinguished professor of the course: "The Influence of Energy on the Material World and Its Laws."
"It all seems correct," I thought, quickly reviewing my notebook.
Glancing around the class, I saw I wasn't the only one finished—many students slumped in their chairs, looking exhausted. I understood them perfectly at that moment. Even with my perfect memory, this was challenging. Mastering the theory is one thing, but applying it in practice is another entirely.
Why am I here, in this university? Honestly, I've long wanted to fill gaps in my knowledge. Finally, I got the chance for a full education—one that not only matches but even surpasses what I had in my previous world. Take the subject I'm currently studying, for example. For two hundred hours, we've been exploring how life and spiritual energy affect the laws of physics we know. These effects vary greatly—every detail matters: the type of energy, its quantity and quality, even the phase of the moon and the position of the sun, which are among nature's primary energy sources. It's a new but fascinating subject. We're entering an era where magic isn't just martial arts but a scientifically grounded field, with results proven in practice.
Beyond compulsory schooling, there are three advanced academic degrees. No one bothered to get creative with names, so they're simply called the First, Second, and Third Stages. The First Stage is equivalent to a bachelor's degree, while the Second and Third are akin to master's and doctoral programs.
"Hand in your work!" The professor's voice echoed with the bell. His assistants swiftly collected our notebooks.
Stepping from the classroom into the corridors, you're immediately immersed in the student atmosphere. Some walked mechanically, noses buried in books; others debated passionate topics; and plenty were there simply because their parents insisted.