I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 493 The Start of Core Training

After recess, when the babies came back from running, shouting, and arguing about CR votes, Alina gathered them again and gently led them toward the empty training room Dante had prepared for them.

This was not just another activity, and even she could feel a quiet nervous flutter in her chest, because this was the very first time she was going to teach them magic core practice. Until now, she had only learned it herself through exhausting training, mistakes, tears, stubborn determination, and Fluffy’s terrifying teaching methods. And now she was standing here, responsible for guiding these small, trusting souls through their very first step.

The room was wide, big, and spacious. Soft glowing symbols were carved faintly into the floor, reacting slightly to supernatural presence, and the air felt cooler and quieter than the rest of the kindergarten. The babies immediately sensed something different, and instead of running everywhere like usual, they stayed unusually close to her.

Drake looked around with wide, curious eyes, though he tried to act brave. Boo floated lower than usual, suspicious but interested. Luna stood alert, protective by habit. Rocky stayed near the wall but kept watching Alina carefully. Kelpie touched the glowing floor and pulled back like it tickled. Felix already sat down, because sitting required less effort. Lucien observed silently, sharp and thoughtful. And Sable quietly reached for the edge of Alina’s dress without even realizing it.

Alina turned toward them slowly, her expression calm but serious in a way that immediately made the babies quiet down without her needing to raise her voice. She gently gestured toward the open floor.

"Everyone sit down on the floor and maintain a big distance from each other," she said, demonstrating with her own hands how far apart they should be. "No touching, no bumping, no tail hitting, no wing hitting, and definitely no accidental fire or water splashes."

The babies nodded quickly, suddenly very obedient, and she helped adjust them one by one, moving Rocky a little further from Luna, turning Drake slightly so he was not facing Boo directly, and gently guiding Sable and Lucien into comfortable spots where they could still see her clearly. Boo floated down and tried to take less space than usual, though he kept adjusting himself like a balloon trying to sit properly.

Once they were settled, Alina walked forward and sat cross-legged in front of them, making sure she was at their level, not above them. She placed her hands loosely on her knees and took one slow breath, letting the room settle around them.

"Alright," she said softly, scanning their faces. "I guess you all are familiar with core practice?"

Several babies nodded immediately.

"Dad makes me do it," Drake said, pouting deeply like he had suffered greatly under extreme parental hardship.

Lucien glanced at him. "You mean five minutes every evening."

"That is still suffering," Drake muttered dramatically.

Luna crossed her arms. "My pack makes me do grounding practice every full moon and half moon and sometimes random moon."

Felix raised one lazy hand. "I do it when I accidentally lose control and someone yells at me."

Kelpie smiled. "I do it in water. It feels nice."

Rocky nodded shyly. "Mom says earth core must be calm or plants get confused."

Boo floated slightly higher. "I do it when elders chase me for being too loud."

Alina pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "Good. That means today will be easier. But today we are not doing power training. We are doing control and listening."

Drake squinted suspiciously. "Listening to what?"

"To your core," she said simply.

That made them all go quieter again.

She rested her palms gently on the floor. "Your core is not just power. It is like your inside voice. If you don’t listen to it, it becomes loud. If you listen to it, it becomes calm."

Sable leaned forward slightly, listening very carefully.

Lucien watched her face, memorizing.

"Now," she continued softly, "close your eyes. Sit straight. Don’t force breathing. Just let it happen."

They obeyed, some faster than others. Boo peeked once, but when he saw teacher looking at him, he shut them immediately.

"Good," Alina said quietly. "Now imagine your core like something living. Not scary. Not dangerous. Just something that belongs to you."

For a few moments, only breathing filled the room.

Then Drake whispered, "Mine feels like it wants to run."

"Let it run," she said gently. "Just don’t chase it."

Luna murmured, "Mine feels like standing on mountain."

"Good," Alina whispered.

Kelpie smiled with eyes closed. "Mine feels like swimming."

Rocky swallowed softly. "Mine feels like big stone... but warm."

Felix mumbled, "Mine feels like sleeping cat."

Boo whispered dramatically, but softly, "Mine feels like floating in blanket."

Lucien stayed silent, but his breathing became slower, deeper.

Sable’s small fingers relaxed on his knees.

Alina watched them quietly, pride swelling in her chest so suddenly it almost hurt.

"Very good," she said softly. "You are all doing very well."

Minutes passed gently, peacefully, something rare for this group. Even the air in the room felt slower, softer, as if the world itself had decided to sit quietly with them for a while. Alina watched their small faces, their relaxed shoulders, the tiny movements of their breathing.

"Now," she said softly, her voice low and steady, "try to reach your core and don’t grab it. Don’t chase it. Just invite it."

The babies stayed very still.

"Imagine you are sitting in front of a small door inside you," she continued slowly, choosing each word carefully so even the youngest could understand. "Don’t break it. Don’t push it. Just knock and wait."

A faint shift moved through the room.

"Your core is not your servant," she added gently. "It is your partner. If you force it, it becomes wild. If you respect it, it becomes strong."

Drake’s fingers twitched once, then relaxed again.

"Now imagine your core has a color, or a feeling, or a sound. You don’t need to see it clearly. Just feel where it lives inside you."

Silence deepened.

"Now breathe once, slowly, and imagine your breath is like a thread, touching your core and coming back to you."

Alina paused, watching carefully, her own breathing slow and steady so they could unconsciously match her rhythm.

"Don’t pull power," she said quietly. "Just say inside, I hear you."

And then—

Alina’s breath caught, because she could see their auras, visibly, just like how she had seen during meditation.

Soft, faint lights began forming around them, like thin mist made of color.