Witcher of UA

INFORMATION

At the beginning of this fanfic, I made a big mistake regarding the character's age. Yui is 15. Vesemir will turn 15 before the new school year. Nejire will be 17 and will start the new school year as a student in class 2A. I apologize for the confusion. I didn't know I would end up in this situation.

Chapter 27

A few days later,

Vesemir refused any interviews with reporters. The internet is buzzing with speculation about the identity of the white-haired boy. The first memes and fanart have already been created. The video of his fight with Queen Endrega appeared in a version with dramatic music, in slow motion and has already had over 80 million views.

On Twitter, people participated in discussions regarding Vesemir's quirk. Tens of thousands of people discussed and analyzed videos featuring Vesemir. Every day, the boy received invitations to podcasts, radio, and television programs. UA replied each time 'Vesemir is not giving interviews at the moment'.

Meanwhile, Vesemir recovered thanks to Recovery Girl's treatment. Letho was introduced as the new UA teacher. It was announced that he came from the same world as Vesemir and was also a Witcher. Letho explained a bit more about Witchers. He spoke about the existence of different schools, and that Vesemir was from the Wolf School, but didn't say anything about mutations. When asked by reporters who he was to Vesemir, Letho said:

"I know his grandfather very well. He saved my life, then I saved his... so I treat Vesemir like a nephew. I even traveled with him for several months. Know this... the boy saved many lives."

There are only two weeks left until the start of the new school year. Nejire will be in Class 2A. While training in the gym, Letho approached Vesemir with a package.

"Here, young one. You're about to turn 15. Here's an early gift."

Vesemir accepted the gift but didn't unwrap it.

"How do you know it's my birthday?"

"It's simple. Our months have the same names as here. It's August. Your birthday is in a few days, but I don't want to wait. I have a plan for your training, and for that, you need this gift."

Vesemir unwrapped the package. Inside were two long knives in sheaths.

"The steel one is the Dunedain knife. The silver one is Aragorn's elven knife... custom-made in a Swiss forge."

Vesemir examined both blades, which bore unfamiliar patterns and runes.

"Aragorn? Who is Aragorn?"

Letho almost smiled... his suspicions had been confirmed... Vesemir hadn't watched LOTR... so he decided to continue the joke.

"He was a great king according to the mythology of this world. You'll learn more about him someday, but for now, let's move on to training. The package also includes straps to strap the knives to your chest."

Vesemir nodded as if it were obvious.

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Vesemir stood before Letho, his knife drawn. Letho assumed a fighting stance with his own. Vesemir moved slowly to attack, making quick, narrow cuts. Letho, on the ground, only defended himself. A step back, a deflection of the blade, another step back... until he finally stepped forward, delivering a slash near Vesemir's neck. The boy ducked the blade... but his chest met Letho's knee.

Vesemir staggered and exhaled with a groan. Letho took this opportunity to speak.

"This isn't swordfighting. Here, you fight at close range. Use your knees, fists, and elbows. I'm taller than you, so aim for internal organs. A good blow to the kidneys will take down any man."

The boy lowered his head. He wiped sweat from his brow, wiped his face with his forearm, and charged again. This time, he provoked Letho into a counterattack. Vesemir elbowed Vesemir under the armpit near the ribs, then followed with a knee. Letho took the first blow, then knocked Vesemir off his feet with a kick behind his knee, hitting the leg he was standing on. The white-haired man immediately rolled across the ground, but towards Letho, delivering several successive slashes to the legs of the Viper witcher.

Letho kicked his wrist, knocking the knife from his hand. He clung to the boy, pressing his knee against his chest. He placed the blade against his neck. Letho looked him straight in the eye. There was neither anger nor contempt in his gaze. Only a cold assessment.

"You won't be stronger than me. You're too young for that. You might be faster, though. You might be smarter, but only if you stop fighting as if you were trying to overpower me."

Vesemir sat down, leaning on his elbow. His eyes showed weariness, but also the will to fight. He finally had the opportunity to train with someone at a higher level than himself. He liked his gift too. The well-balanced knives felt perfect in his hand. Vesemir made the mistake of trying to fight with them like short swords. Letho, as an experienced assassin, showed him his error. He stood up and dusted off his knees. He assumed a fighting stance.

"Again."

Letho nodded.

"You're stubborn, Wolf... like Geralt."

"Is that a compliment, or are you just trying to be mean?"

"Both."

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Nezu's Office.

The room was silent, broken only by the sounds of fighting from the speakers. Aizawa stood with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the main screen. Nezu sat next to him, calmly sipping his tea. Behind him, Present Mic, sitting on the sofa, watched with a worried expression.

"Damn... my nephew is turning 15 soon... we have to throw him a birthday party... and ask Letho for his specific birthday."

Aizawa didn't look away from the screen.

"I doubt he wants cake. That's not his style."

"HA! Show me a teenager who doesn't like a good cake!"

Nezu placed his cup on a saucer and folded his paws.

"I think we should throw a small birthday party for Vesemir. Midnight won't forgive us if we don't."

Aizawa sighed, still staring at the screen where Letho was just knocking the knife out of Vesemir's hand.

"I don't like the way they're training."

Nezu looked at Aizawa calmly, as if he'd long expected such a comment.

"This isn't typical UA training, that's true. But Vesemir isn't your typical student either. Besides, it looks like Letho won't hurt him."

Present Mic glanced at the screen. Vesemir had just stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

"My favorite nephew has the heart for a fight!"

Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

"You only have one nephew."

"Exactly!"

On the screen, Vesemir was dodging a blow and slashing at Letho with... reverse grip. The older witcher defeated Vesemir in a matter of seconds, then began explaining why reverse grip is practically useless in combat.

Nezu took a sip of tea and replied calmly.

"Letho-sensei has... a very interesting teaching style."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, watching Vesemir rise from the ground, limping slightly. Present Mic grimaced as he watched Letho emotionlessly show Vesemir various cutting angles and blade control.

"Nezu... I don't like Letho training my son so brutally."

Nezu folded his paws in front of him and smiled.

"I don't think Letho is overstepping his bounds. I understand your concerns, Aizawa... but Vesemir needs this. He needs someone who won't treat him like a porcelain figurine. He needs a teacher who knows the hell he comes from."

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A few hours later.

Yui learned from her aunt that Vesemir's birthday was in three days... so as soon as she arrived at UA, she immediately found Nejire waiting for her in the cafeteria.

"Hey Yui-chan! What did you want to talk about?"

Nejire was smiling as always. Yui, on the other hand, replied in a hushed voice.

"Vesemir's birthday is in three days..."

"WHAT!?"

"Nejire-sempai, please don't raise your voice. We have three days. Besides, have you seen the news about the new teacher?"

Nejire nodded.

"Yes... but I haven't had a chance to talk to Vesemir about it yet... he's been training constantly since he recovered... I also don't like that he hid his birthday from us... this insult demands our revenge!"

Yui looked at Nejire calmly and asked in a flat tone.

"Revenge?"

"Of course. How could he not tell us about such an important day? We have to surprise him!"

Yui nodded.

"I thought we could organize something Vesemir would be familiar with... like a bonfire... We'll bring plenty of meat and vegetables to cook over the bonfire. My aunt said she'd be in charge of the chocolate cake."

Nejire clapped her hands in joy.

"Yui-chan, that's a brilliant idea! A bonfire! Vesemir probably loves that kind of thing!"

"Mmm... Auntie told me about a certain lake in the park at UA... It would be the perfect place."

Nejire trembled with excitement and grabbed Yui's hands.

"By the lake?! Perfect!"

Yui gently released her hands, but she didn't seem displeased with the contact.

"I want it to be a small party... It'll be us, Vesemir, and a few teachers from UA... Vesemir doesn't know any other people..."

Nejire nodded with a smile.

"We'll make him feel safe. It'll be his first birthday in this world."

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Meanwhile... Tsuyu's house.

Tsuyu sat cross-legged on the couch. She was watching the UA conference regarding Vesemir... she'd been grounded by her parents for going with the boy...

She narrowed her eyes as the music video of his memories was shown... she couldn't understand how a child could hang bandits... how... how he had to kill that... monster that girl had become...

Something occurred to her... there in the forest, Vesemir was fighting... as if there was no tomorrow for him... as if he wanted to die... or as if he was ready to die...

She couldn't understand how his world could be so cruel... She looked at her hands. Her fingers were trembling slightly... she was afraid...

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Ibara's Room.

Ibara sat in the swivel chair in her room, watching the UA conference on her laptop. Her hand slowly tightened around the rosary she always carried with her. She slowly ran her fingers over the beads.... She realized that Vesemir was a knight... but being a knight wasn't like in fairy tales....

As the scene of Vesemir hanging bandits appeared on the screen, Ibara closed her eyes. The image burned into her memory... the boy with white hair, the rope tightening around the necks of sinners... Ibara remembered every glance... every gesture of Vesemir... His gaze as he meted out punishment... when he covered the bride's body with his own gold-trimmed cloak...

Ibara turned toward the cross hanging above her door... slowly knelt and began to pray... for the souls of the villagers who had been killed by bandits... for the bride who had become a monster... for the knights who had brought solace to the souls of the innocents who had been murdered... she even prayed for the bandits... that they might have a chance at redemption in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Finally... she prayed for Vesemir.

"My Lord, who are Love and Light, look kindly upon the soul of this knight. I don't know if he knows Your name. I don't know if he knows Your Cross, if he knows Your Mercy... but I know he carries a burden heavier than anyone his age should bear. Let him find the light. Give him a chance to see beauty that isn't born of pain. May his hands stop trembling from fighting. May his heart finally find peace. May he understand that he doesn't always have to be a sword. That sometimes one can also be a hand that heals, an arm that holds. That he is merciful... if he doesn't know Your name, let him know Your work. If he doesn't know Your law, let him know Your mercy. And if he doesn't know Your love, let him feel it through those who stand by him. Amen"

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Location unknown.

The man in the suit sat in an armchair, motionless as a statue.

"Interesting... very interesting..."

He spoke to himself... watching the UA conference... if this young boy possesses his mother's quirk... then this man must acquire it.

His mother... Ciri... had run away from him years ago... now he wondered whether to recruit the boy... or simply take his quirk...

"Vesemir... I wonder... which path you will choose..."

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A few days later.

The sun was setting, casting warm golden rays on the surface of the lake, which reflected the sky like a mirror. Beneath the water's surface, a sword could be seen, which Nejire was absolutely delighted with.

A bonfire was already blazing, surrounded by wooden benches. Vegetables and meat were roasting on a rack with a grill, and a large chocolate cake was set on an ornate table to the side.

Vesemir and Letho finally emerged from the bushes. The young witcher wore a simple white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, and the belts containing his new knives were visible across his chest. He stopped when he saw everyone.

"Happy birthday!"

Midnight and Nejire shouted. Yui smiled at the boy. Nezu was calmly sipping his tea, observing the magical boulders on the lake. Aizawa, Power Loader, and Hound Dog were by the bonfire.

Vesemir looked at Letho....

"Traitor..."

The white-haired boy whispered. Letho just shrugged.

"Those girls of yours wouldn't forgive you anyway."

Present Mic's head just appeared from under the lake... he tried to lift Aerondight...

"Phew! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEPHEW!"

Hisashi shouted, spitting out water.

Nejire was already running towards Vesemir. She stopped two steps in front of him and handed him a bracelet with wolf motifs.

"Here! I hope you like it!"

Vesemir looked at the bracelet. It was made of an unfamiliar dark stone that was interconnected. The stones were drilled into the center, and two elastic cords connected them. Wolves were carved into the stones. Vesemir immediately placed the gift on his left hand and bowed to Nejire... He decided to use the knowledge Dandelion had bestowed upon him.

"Thank you so much for such a wonderful gift, Miss Nejire, although the sight of your smile is reward enough."

Nejire's cheeks flushed like ripening strawberries, and her hands instinctively went to her face, as if to hide her sudden embarrassment. She laughed quietly, nervously, but heartily.

"Oooh, Vesemir! You're doing this on purpose!"

"Hmmm... I won't confirm, I won't deny."

"PHOTOS! TAKE PHOTOS!"

Present Mic shouted, emerging from the lake, soaking wet.

"Hisashi...!"

Midnight growled at him. Several people laughed. Aizawa simply shook his head and threw a towel to his friend.

Yui stepped closer. She handed Vesemir a book about Slavic myths.

"I know you don't read our language yet, but this book contains descriptions of monsters from Slavic mythology. Perhaps it will prove useful."

Vesemir opened the book to a random page.... On the page was a depiction of a Striga... more or less similar to those he had seen in drawings in... the old world.

"Miss Yui.... you have no idea how useful this will be to me. Thank you very much for such a thoughtful gift. I promise I will read it."

Yui narrowed her eyes....

"Praise me too..."

"Excuse me?"

"You praised Nejire's smile.... I want to hear some praise too.... I'm waiting..."

Vesemir didn't dare hesitate a moment longer.

"When I look into your eyes, I always think about how much you honor me by dedicating your time to my company. I am truly blessed by your presence."

Yui blushed slightly.... She folded her arms across her chest and said.

"Mm... that could be."

Midnight smiled fondly at this innocent, yet so important to Yui, interaction. Hound Dog had just flipped pieces of meat on the grill, and the scent of seasoned meat wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of smoke.

Letho walked past Vesemir, making his comment.

"Ehh... You're just like Geralt... I swear."

As Letho approached the other teachers, Hound Dog asked.

"Like Geralt?"

"Geralt was a terrible womanizer before he married Triss Merigold... ahhh, if only you'd heard about his brothel escapades..."

Power Loader choked on his drink.

"What? His grandfather frequented brothels?"

Letho snorted in amusement and nodded.

Midnight raised an eyebrow and smiled with amusement.

"Ooooh... has this conversation entered my territory?"

The others looked at her in confusion. Aizawa decided to ask.

"Are you serious, Letho? Was his... grandfather really that... active?"

"Geralt of Rivia... a legend... of course, he calmed down when Triss came into his life permanently... Vesemir knows some stories about his grandfather... but not all of them."

Midnight placed her hands on her hips, not hiding her smile. Her gaze briefly lingered on Yui and Nejire, who were talking with Vesemir.

"I think I need to prepare... special classes for Yui and Nejire..."

Aizawa looked at her seriously.

"Midnight..."

"Oh, relax, Aizawa... I'll leave the conversation with Vesemir to you regarding... bees and flowers..."

Present Mic gasped and began to choke on laughter, while Hound Dog let out a low growl, trying his hardest not to laugh. Present Mic gave a thumbs-up, still dripping wet from his failed attempt to pull out Aerondight.

"Ooooh, Eraser, I don't envy you this conversation! Good luck with the bees and flowers!"

Letho interjected.

"That won't be necessary."

The UA teachers looked at him.

"Triss scared him that if he fathered a child with a girl, she'd curse him so that every time he tried to sit down, he'd feel a pain as if someone had hit him in the ass with a thick belt ten times."

Midnight laughed, putting a finger to her lips.

"Triss is a woman of character... I like her style."

Present Mic held his stomach with laughter.

"I can just imagine Vesemir's face when Triss told him that!"

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A few hours later. Vesemir stood right in front of the lake, gazing at the stars reflecting on the water's surface. A moment later, Nezu stood next to the boy, holding a small porcelain mug of steaming tea in his paws.

"How is it, Mr. Director, that every time I see you, you drink tea?"

Nezu chuckled softly.

"It's very simple, Vesemir. I simply love tea."

They both looked at the sword, which was still just below the surface of the water.

"My grandfather used it for a while... To obtain this sword, you must possess all the knightly virtues..."

Nezu raised an eyebrow curiously and looked at Vesemir.

"Knightly virtues, you say... and what virtues do you lack?"

"According to the Lady of the Lake... compassion and wisdom... she's right."

"It's hard to find more difficult virtues, Vesemir. Because they can't be taught like fighting techniques. They must germinate within a person."

"I've killed many men, Sir Nezu. Sometimes out of anger, sometimes out of duty… not always with the conviction that it was necessary. Can such a person still speak of compassion?"

The Director's response was calm but firm.

"You know, Vesemir… the greatest compassion comes from those who have seen its absence. And wisdom… it doesn't mean never making mistakes. It means being able to admit them and learn from them."

The boy drew in a breath as if to respond, but stopped himself.

Nezu took a sip of tea and then sat down on a large, flat rock near the shore. His voice rang out again.

"You see, Vesemir… there are those who spend their lives repeating that they are good, righteous, wise… and when the moment of trial comes, it turns out they were just words. And then there are those who carry regret, pain, sins, and guilt… but when necessary, they choose what is right. I believe that in the moment of need, you will do what is right."

Vesemir was silent for a long moment. The wind gently ruffled his white hair, and the surface of the lake trembled as if the night itself were holding its breath. He looked at his reflection… Nezu's words were permanently etched in his mind.

"Thank you, Director."

Nezu nodded.

"There's no need, boy… Come on, let's go back and eat something. The party's over soon."

They both walked towards the bonfire... Vesemir was unaware that the stones representing compassion and wisdom glowed... Compassion purple and wisdom white.

End of Chapter 27