Professor Kilton or anyone present was not aware of many lesios Naph has. Let alone the one he just mentioned of.
Professor Hudenro rather was thrilled to find his colleague's prejudice and current conundrum fascinating.
'No, not that. It's funny. Not fascinating.' Hudenro reprimanded himself subconsciously. But if he were to ask where this thought came from to someone higher in cata mind. Someone like Emperor Stelart, he may end up with memory loss at the least.
Moments became a minute, Kilton still hadn't responded to Naph's simple request. A request by the Guest of the Keyriftrian Empire to a prominent lecturer at one of the Great Pillars of Knowledge.
"Agh hmm," Hudenro coughed. Kilton had already decided way before that he will not help Anaphol at any cost. To him, this decision wasn't based in a prejudice but simply that the boy had not proven himself. And that his most atrocious crime cannot simply be overlooked as merely a business act.
So, Kilton responded the very next second, "I and Professor Hudenro can temporarily make this class teleportation proof." Pointing at Anaphol, "It's done already. Professor Hudenro," turning to his colleague, "please make sure that Anaphol of Tarna always stay in a teleport-proof location during your sessions. I'll go and have a discussion regarding this with the heads of counter lesio department."
And that was it.
Kilton left, the children of Baron Oliver had left too, and so did many other students that were not new.
Even the first ten minutes after their departure had passed and Professor Hudenro simply only took the attendance of all the students.
"Let's begin again." Professor Hudenro called out. "I am Hudenro. I'll be your Orientation and Introductory class's instructor and professor." Looking directly at Naph, "The main issue that I always have to deal with in this class is to set accurate orientation for each and every new student to their lesios that they can do so themselves in case they have gained a lesio or two unknowingly or knowingly."
Some of the students didn't understand what Hudenro meant, and it was quite clear by their expressions. For Naph, it went too much over his head. 'I should have started with a class in languages first.'
"I do see many of you did not understand what does orientation mean or what I meant by it." Hudenro assumed Naph atleast does not know what the word orientation properly means, for other students he was still translating in their native understandable language through his lesio.
"In the simplest and straightforward terminology, orientation with respect to lesios and cata means recognizing the path to reach an outcome and segregating it away so that you could walk a path too similar and yet not trigger the outcome." Waiting a moment to let it be absorbed, Hudenro took note of the students that were understanding this definition. "As you can see, that definition itself wasn't simple or straight. That definition itself is a contradiction to its meaning. Yet, it works. But there's one more thing that can be added to it."
Taking a step forward, he continued, "You can disrupt the path itself in such a manner that the path walked or utilized is the same from a certain perspective, yet from another it isn't and thus you utilize that perspective as your orientation to avoid creating the said outcome of the lesio you wished to avoid."
He turned and faced a student two rows down the one that threw the water bottle in Vance's direction, and looking straight at her Hudenro said, "While the dictionary of the Reswa language says Orientation has over ten definition, and one of it applies mostly to all. That definition is simply arrangement or direction of an object, idea, or course of actions, etc."
There was another girl. Not here. Not in Jhorime. One that needed to hear many definitions of orientation.
This statement by Hudenro was a simple one. A truth nonetheless. Yet, it was part of the things that Cyn needs to know to have any weight in the warzone she scrambles in.
For last quarter of an hour, way before Naph ever reached Jhorime, Cyn had been pursued by the caestre that most bounty hunters will end up naming something akin to 'worm of worms.' This was a title already used for certain caestres that have their basis in worms.
But, was this information important? No. Not to Cyn.
"HAH, HAH!" Huffing she turned another corner. The one she just escaped from was now laden with shells over shells of worms crystallized. Among them laid a dozen more attackers from the invading force.
'Are these even soldiers?' She glanced back into the street. Incidentally, at that moment another burst shot of crystallized worms shot just by her through the wall. She was safe by a miracle.
Panicking over already panicking, she began running again into the city that is Sevenren…. Or maybe called the ruins of Sevenren.
Anaphol, in the meantime, raised his arm. Hudenro nodded and said, "Yes, Anaphol. Ask what you wish to ask, but let me give you a simple outline for how to ask a mentor." His smile was a mastered one.
"Say, 'Excuse me, Professor or teacher or mentor, then their name," Hudenro pointed with his palm at Naph as he opened it, "May I have your assistance regarding a matter that concerns me?"
Naph listened and nodded.
"So, come on ask."
Naph took a sharp breath, "I end up teleporting to the nearest dead body?" He paused considering how much he should reveal his weird lesio, atleast he believed it came from him. "As and when I say the word cata."
A kaleidoscope of colours had enveloped Anaphol before the sound waves of the word cata could even travel further than a micrometer from his lips.
But, nothing happened.
Anaphol felt the anomalous surface covering him, but before he could panic, the very surface was being pulled off him.
"I understand," Hudenro declared holding one end of the magnificent kaleidoscopic patchwork of colours.