I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 467 Exceptional

There were days she came out of the training space exhausted, her hair messy, eyes tired, and mind spinning with knowledge far beyond anything she had ever imagined learning. Some nights, she collapsed into bed barely able to keep her eyes open. But every morning, she returned with renewed determination.

She was no longer just memorizing patterns.

She was understanding them.

Fluffy gradually increased the difficulty again, introducing layered simulations where she had to handle imaginary classroom chaos. Multiple children crying. Accidental magic bursts. Emotional breakdowns. Sibling rivalries. Unpredictable supernatural reactions happening all at once. At first, she panicked. Then she learned to breathe. Then she learned to prioritize. Then she learned to lead.

Slowly, she began moving like someone experienced, responding calmly, thinking quickly, and acting with confidence even when situations grew complex.

By the time Fluffy declared she was ready for another advanced stage, Alina barely recognized the version of herself who had once been intimidated by simple magical concepts.

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"You’re correct," Fluffy said, his fluffy tail flicking with quiet pride. "She does have a magic core. I’m still not fully certain of its nature, but the moment she completed the basic foundation training, her learning speed increased drastically."

His large, round eyes shifted toward Dante.

Dante listened in silence, his expression calm but his attention sharp. He He had suspected it long ago, ever since the one time Alina mentioned seeing the children’s power during meditation.

So she truly has a core, he thought.

It explained too much.

The way she endured Fluffy’s harsh training without breaking. The way she absorbed complex knowledge as if it had always been waiting inside her. The way children instinctively trusted her.

"I thought so," Dante murmured quietly. "When she told me she once saw the babies’ power during meditation, I began to doubt. A normal human wouldn’t perceive something like that so naturally."

He lifted his gaze slightly. "I suppose it’s related to teaching?"

Fluffy nodded eagerly. "Most likely. Her core doesn’t feel like power, combat, destruction, or domination. It feels... structured. Guiding. Stabilizing. It’s aligned with learning, nurturing, and emotional control. Honestly, it’s rare."

He puffed up, almost smug.

"She’s learning at an unbelievable pace," he continued. "Faster than any student I’ve ever trained. Faster than some full-blooded supernatural beings. She doesn’t just memorize patterns. She understands them. Improves them. Sometimes she even corrects me."

He paused, then added with dramatic seriousness, "Which is mildly insulting."

Dante’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"So she really is exceptional," he said quietly.

Fluffy floated a little higher, clearly enjoying the moment. "Exceptional is an understatement. She adapts under pressure. She doesn’t give up when overwhelmed. She gets exhausted, yes, but she always returns the next day with more determination. Her focus meditation alone progressed at a rate that should have taken years, not days."

Dante lowered his gaze slightly, thoughtful.

Images of Alina surfaced in his mind. Sitting late into the night with books spread around her. Rubbing her temples when her head hurt but refusing to stop. Practicing patterns until her fingers trembled. Smiling tiredly and saying she wanted to do better for the children.

She isn’t doing this for power, he realized. She’s doing this because she cares. She’s doing it for the babies.

"She doesn’t even realize how unusual she is, does she?" Dante murmured.

Fluffy chuckled. "Not fully. She thinks she’s just working hard. But in truth, her core is responding to her purpose. The more she commits to teaching, the stronger and more refined it becomes."

Dante’s eyes darkened slightly.

"Then keep training her," he said softly. "Carefully. Push her, but don’t break her."

Fluffy nodded, unusually serious. "Of course. She’s not just a student. She’s going to become someone important."

Dante looked away, his thoughts heavy but calm.

Yes, he thought.

She already is.

***

"So... I’m really going to put this into practice now?" Alina asked quietly, nervous but determined.

"Yes," Dante replied calmly. "I found a family with a young child whose power has become unstable. They’re frightened. Their son loses control whenever he cries or feels overwhelmed. You’re going to help him with Fluffy."

Alina inhaled slowly, then nodded. This wasn’t practice anymore. This was real. A real child. A real fear. A real responsibility.

Soon after, she found herself seated in a sleek, UFO-like flying vehicle. The interior was smooth and modern, with softly glowing control panels, cushioned seats that adjusted to her posture, and wide curved windows offering an uninterrupted view of the sky. The interior felt calm and insulated from the outside, the vehicle moving smoothly through the sky with effortless stability.

Outside the window, the world unfolded into rolling green hills dusted with wildflowers. The landscape looked soft and peaceful, easing some of the tension in her chest. The vehicle descended near a small, charming house tucked into the slope of the hills, its white walls glowing warmly under the afternoon sun, surrounded by tall grass swaying gently in the breeze.

When they stepped outside, a woman was already waiting by the door.

"Hello," Alina greeted gently.

The woman turned toward her, visibly nervous. She had a naturally beautiful face free of makeup, with soft features and tired but kind eyes. Her dark, curly hair framed her face loosely, and she wore a simple yet elegant top and skirt, as if she had dressed carefully despite her exhaustion.

"Hi... I’m Ana," the woman said shyly, her voice trembling a little.

"I’m Alina," she replied with a warm smile, intentionally gentle, hoping to ease the woman’s nerves.

Ana clasped her hands together, eyes glistening. "My husband and I... we’ve been so worried," she admitted quietly. "Every time he cries or becomes emotional, his power bursts out. It scares him. It scares us too."

Her eyes reddened at the corners, emotion pressing against her composure.

"Don’t worry," Fluffy chimed in cheerfully. "She’ll figure out what’s wrong!"

Ana managed a small, hopeful smile, clinging to that reassurance like a lifeline.

"What’s his magic core?" Alina asked, shifting into a calm, professional tone.

"Earth," Ana answered.

Alina nodded. Earth-type magic. Powerful. Emotional. Deeply tied to stability and grounding. When unstable, it could become overwhelming very quickly.

"And how old is he?" Alina asked.

"He’s five," Ana said softly.