Help! I unknowingly enrolled myself into a supernatural Academy-Chapter 71: A sudden healing pain.

Aiden thought quickly about his reasons for believing he was a Witch. He remembered Rainbow, the bird who was currently his spirit animal. And the fact that only Witches could connect with a spirit animal, and Rainbow himself had told him this and that it’s even more impossible for another race to connect with a spirit animal since they don’t understand nature. So, how could he possibly be a wolf if he had his own spirit animal? He was clearly a Witch.

However, he immediately remembered the promise he’d made to Rainbow, a promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone about the bird being his spirit animal, as the world must not know that spirit animals still existed. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Julian and Ashton to keep a secret, but Aiden truly believed that the only way to keep a secret was to keep it to oneself.

A secret told to a second or third party was a secret no longer.

So, Aiden simply looked at Julian and said, "Nothing, besides nothing. I just have my reasons to believe that I’m a Witch, so you have to believe in me. I’m not any Dominant Omega or anything and I’m definitely not Ryker’s true mate even though i will like to be his true mate."

Julian sighed, conceding the point. "Fine. If that’s how you want it, then I won’t argue with you, though I still believe in my theory."

Ashton, sensing the need to change the topic, quickly interjected. "Let’s talk about how we’ll divide up Aiden’s twenty-thousand-word letter. The letter has to continue where one person stopped. Otherwise, if we all just divide the words only, we’ll be writing based on our own opinions. And when we combine the letter later, it will show the distinctive style of the three of us, and the letter’s reasoning might not even add up since we aren’t in each other’s minds. But if we know where the other person is going to stop, then we can all continue from there."

Julian knew Ashton was deliberately changing the topic, but he didn’t comment on it because what Ashton had said made perfect sense. They hadn’t considered that crucial detail.

"But this is something we can’t just discuss now," Julian pointed out. "I’m sure even Aiden himself doesn’t know what he’ll write yet or how the letter will progress."

Aiden nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "But we all still have a visible trajectory," he said. "I can just write about how I started the fight. You, Julian, can write how it’s not good to fight and the cruel possibilities that a fight can result in. And Ashton can write about how I could have settled my situation without having to get into a fight at all."

Ashton nodded. "Aiden, what you said makes sense, but we still haven’t solved the problem. Although I know what you will write, I don’t know how you will write it. Since we are all different and our thinking is different too, there might still be a problem later after adding everything we wrote together."

Julian agreed that Ashton’s point was valid. He then had an idea. "Aiden, did Mr. Nikolai forbid anyone from visiting you guys when you’re carrying out your other punishment of cleaning the old school building?"

Aiden shook his head.

Julian clapped his hands together. "Perfect then! You can write just five thousand words of the twenty thousand. Since you’re going to be busy with other things, you won’t be able to concentrate more on writing. As for us, all we have to do is attend our academic classes, and the rest of the time we will be free.

So, after you complete the five thousand words, Ashton and I will just come and collect the book—ahem, the letter—from you. Then we can both read it. Either I or Ashton will continue from where you stopped, using your reasoning. Even if there is a difference in our writing styles later, it won’t be that different because the next person already followed your reasoning.

And let’s say the last person to write is me; then I just have to continue reading what Ashton had written after you and will also continue like that. That way, we can make the perfect book—I mean, letter."

Ashton happily clapped his hands. "Julian, you’re a genius! What you said makes sense."

Aiden considered the plan. "But will we be able to finish it on time if we do it like that?" he asked both of them. "You guys should know that we have a limit, which is three days."

Ashton nodded, taking Aiden’s concern seriously. He quickly calculated. "If you are able to finish your five thousand words within a day, even though you’re busy cleaning and doing other things too, then it will be extremely easy for Julian and me to finish the remaining ones within the remaining two days. We will each take one day."

Julian nodded in agreement. "I know that you’re not supernatural like us, and you get tired easily, so tomorrow will be your most exhausting day with the writing and cleaning. But if you’re able to handle it, then don’t worry about the rest."

Aiden smiled, his determination overcoming his fatigue. "Of course I’ll be able to finish it. I just have to start by one or two in the morning(midnight). If I start within that time, I should be able to finish it before eight in the morning. You guys are really looking down on us humans too much. We are not that feeble." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Ashton gave a slight smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I believe you. But when will you stop categorizing yourself as a human?"

Aiden rolled his eyes. "As we all know, my mother is the supernatural one, while my father is just a normal human. So of course, even if I awaken my power, I will still be a human, so I will never stop categorizing myself as a human."

Julian shook his head at Aiden’s stubbornness. "Whatever you say, princess."

Aiden was just about to reply to Julian when he suddenly felt a burning pain on his lips. It was a different pain from the chronic soreness he was already feeling from scrubbing his mouth and turning it into mangled flesh.

The pain was so sudden and intense that Aiden instantly clutched his lips, curling his body and groaning. The pain then spread, and Aiden started feeling it in his mouth, specifically his gums, which had also been abused by his excessive brushing before.

Julian and Ashton were both shocked by Aiden suddenly collapsing in pain. They quickly moved toward him. "Aiden, what’s going on? What’s happening? Where does it hurt?"

Aiden, who was crouched on the ground, suddenly felt the pain disappear. It wasn’t only the new, agonizing pain that vanished; the normal, lingering pain he had been feeling on his gums and lips also disappeared.

Aiden raised his head in confusion. "I’m fine now. What was that pain? It was so excruciating. Where did it come from?"

He looked at both Ashton and Julian’s faces, only to realize that they were both looking at him with utter shock in their eyes. Frowning, Aiden asked the two boys, "Why are you two looking at me like that?"

Ashton stammered, his expression a mix of shock and happy surprise. "Your lips! Your lips! It’s all healed! It’s perfectly healed, like you hadn’t been wounded in the first place!"

Aiden’s eyes went wide. "What? Are you serious? My lips have all healed up?"

Julian and Ashton nodded in confirmation.

"Wait here, let me get a mirror for you," Julian said, immediately standing up and rushing to his room.

While Julian was gone, Aiden kept touching his lips. He realized they truly didn’t hurt when he pressed them, and the rough, mangled texture was completely gone. His lips felt incredibly smooth to the touch.

Julian quickly returned and handed the small mirror to Aiden. Aiden snatched it up and looked closely. His lips had indeed healed completely. They were smooth, plump, and juicy-looking, as if he hadn’t been wounded there at all.

If he hadn’t been the one to scrub his own lips raw, he would have doubted the injury had ever existed.

Aiden dropped the mirror onto the couch, turning back to his friends. "What’s happening?" he demanded.

Ashton looked at him with an intense expression. "Are you willing to test a theory out?"

Aiden nodded slowly.

Ashton then walked into their small kitchen, which clearly didn’t get much use, and came back holding a knife. He held it out to Aiden. "Cut yourself with the knife."

Aiden’s eyes widened in horror. "What are you talking about? Why on earth would I want to cut myself with a knife? I’m not that crazy to cause myself such harm."

Julian rolled his eyes and said. "Said the person who brushed his own lips into a mangled mess."

Aiden glared at Julian, then looked back at Ashton. "I am definitely not doing it."