My name is Globiufe.
But you should call me Glow; it sounds much cooler.
I wasn’t just the best in the town where I grew up—I was the top magic warrior in my parents’ entire territory. I even had real combat experience from hunting monsters and bandits. I suppose I focused a bit too much on my martial prowess, because my panicked parents eventually shipped me off to the academy.
Galgard Noble Academy.
To be honest, I’m not the kind of man who belongs in a place like this. But since my parents are nobles, I didn’t have much of a choice. I figured I would just graduate as quickly as possible and get out.
My perspective changed after the entrance ceremony, though. It was because of the Director’s speech. I wasn’t inspired by it—I was repulsed.
"Act with common sense. Overdoing things is never good. Practice moderation in all things. If you intend to try something new, always consult those around you first."
Rubbish.
I’m going to smash that "common sense" to pieces. I have the power to do exactly that. One day, I’ll find success as the Demon King’s aide. Heh heh heh. This isn't just conceit; it’s a guaranteed future.
Still, what exactly should I do to crush their common sense?
...
For starters, I should take over the academy... no, that’s not right. I suppose I just need to become number one here. Right. First, I’ll aim for the top of my class. I’ll start with a spirited greeting to make sure no one looks down on me.
...
Wait, wait. Don’t rush.
Classes are divided into units based on the teacher’s lessons, so not everyone is a fellow freshman. Moreover, we're talking about the Demon Race. People often aren't the age they appear to be. It’s a story I’ve heard on occasion—though it’s rare—where a person who looks like a child is actually a veteran of several centuries with massive magic power.
I like fighting strong opponents, but I want to ensure a victory first. I’ll choose my target carefully before I pick a fight. Then, I’ll win and start building a following of underlings. That’s the way to do it.
Is there a suitable target somewhere... there!
Species: clearly a beastman. And a child. Beastman children are basically the age they look.
...
Wait, isn't that a bit too much of a child? Why would a kid like that be here? Well, if they're at the academy, I suppose there’s no need to worry.
The next thing I knew, I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
...
"Where am I?"
"The academy infirmary. Are you awake?"
"Who are you?"
"It’s not 'who.' I am the healing mage hired by the academy. I am known as a healer. You should call me the beautiful healer big sister."
I see.
"Uh, why am I here?"
"I haven’t a clue. Didn't you just lose consciousness somewhere?"
"Did you treat me?"
"I was called for that, but I didn't actually do anything. You were just knocked out."
"Uh..."
"I don’t know exactly what happened to you, who carried you here, or how long you were out. About two hours have passed since I arrived. Now then... how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three."
"Any dizziness or nausea?"
"None."
"Can you sit up?"
"Ah, yeah... I’m fine."
"Can you stand?"
"No problem."
"I see. Please walk along that line for a bit."
I walked. The healer declared there was no problem and kicked me out of the infirmary.
...
Was it really okay that I had no memory of the moments before and after I fainted? Was it? Yeah, it was fine.
Alright. Pulling myself together, I did a few practice swings. My punches, infused with magic power, could shatter boulders. Since the academy buildings were enchanted with protection magic, breaking them would be difficult, but I could probably manage it if I put in the time.
Right. For now, I’ll pick a fight with the next person I see. I’m going to blow everyone away eventually, so it doesn’t really matter who it is. That’s right. Why did I try to pick and choose an opponent earlier... oh, someone’s coming.
It was a familiar ceiling.
"You again?"
It was the same healer.
"Weren’t you told during the entrance ceremony to report it if you suffer from an illness?"
"I... I don't have an illness."
"Then how do you explain being carried to the infirmary unconscious twice in such a short span of time?"
...
I spent the rest of that day in the infirmary.
The next day. My physical condition was perfect! My morale was high! The food in the academy dining hall was delicious. Wonderful.
Now then... I’ll give it my best again today!
"I’m going to call a healer even more skilled than me. Stay lying down. I mean it."
...
I might actually be ill. Oh, what a disaster. To think that the future aide to the Demon King was sick... I wondered if it could even be cured. Damn it, what was this anxiety? As if I’d let something like this break me!
A few days later, I found myself in an impressive medical research lab.
"So, what are your symptoms?"
"He occasionally loses consciousness. It seems his memory before and after those moments is hazy..."
"I see. For the time being, make sure to wear a turban. It’s not for fashion; it’s so you don’t hit your head when you pass out. Wrap it a bit deeper than that. Any other symptoms?"
"It’s unclear. The patient himself claims that his body trembles whenever he sees a beastman."
"...I haven’t the slightest idea what that’s about."
A few months later.
I am living peacefully at the academy. It seems that as long as I live a calm life, I don't lose consciousness. Just knowing that is enough for me.
I’ve given up on the path of becoming the Demon King’s aide. Now, I’m devoting myself to my studies. My goal is to become a healing mage—a healer. I intend to work hard at it.
Also, I got engaged to the beautiful healer big sister. You can go ahead and laugh at how simple I am.