Chapter 196 – Flight Practice (Thanks to Qidian reader Ye Suchen for the alliance leader reward bonus chapter)

Amisha: “…”

In just one lunch break, they’d already equipped their flight shorts. It seemed this flight course really wasn’t going to last much longer.

She was happy about it too. The sooner they reached the goal, the sooner the course could end. That meant an earlier holiday at the end of the academic year, and more rest time for her as well.

“Then keep practicing! Next, I’m going to set up some obstacles in the air. Try to dodge and weave around them while flying! Stick to low and mid-altitude flying, and control your own speed!”

Amisha felt that this year’s batch of young witches had even greater enthusiasm for learning, so she decided to ramp up the difficulty and brought out the exercises originally planned for the final few days.

Suddenly, many colorful water balloons appeared above the lawn.

The young witches were eager to take on the challenge.

At first, the water balloons were stationary and fairly spread out. As long as the young witches slowed down and were careful, they could still fly through.

Gradually, the gaps between the water balloons grew smaller and smaller, and some even began to move slowly.

The young witches went from handling things with ease to being completely overwhelmed.

Mo Lan, in the lead position, was the first to encounter a moving red water balloon in a narrow corridor of balloons. She couldn’t dodge it, and her shoulder made contact.

She’d assumed it would just be a bump on the shoulder—nothing that would stop her from flying through.

But the moment the red water balloon touched her, it burst with a pop.

Not only did it soak her shoulder and stain her clothes red, it also splashed some onto her face.

Caught off guard, Mo Lan reflexively gripped harder, causing the broom head to veer right and crash into even more water balloons on both sides.

Blue, yellow, green, red—they exploded all over her until she was completely disoriented, and she tumbled to the ground in a sorry state.

Vasida, following close behind, fared no better. She tried to brake her broomstick and did manage to stop, but Sylph behind her couldn’t brake in time and crashed into her. The two of them fell together, bursting several water balloons on the way down.

The young witches further back were temporarily spared, but they didn’t last much longer either.

The moving water balloons were too hard to dodge. At first they moved slowly in fixed directions, but later they not only sped up but also moved in random directions—completely unpredictable, leaving only last-second evasion as an option.

Young witches who had only learned the Art of Flight for one day had no ability to make emergency maneuvers. Crashing to the ground was the only outcome for all of them.

Mo Lan, the first to hit the ground, wiped the water from her face and licked her lips. “Why does it taste sweet?”

“The water balloons contain juice with food-grade coloring!” came the voice of Lady Amisha.

“!!!” Mo Lan turned to Amisha. “Headmistress, I didn’t eat lunch and I’m a bit hungry. Could I grab a water balloon to drink?”

Amisha crooked a finger, and a murky cyan water balloon floated over.

Mo Lan hastily drew her Wand, caught it with a Levitation Spell, and brought it to her lips for a sip—then immediately put on a mask of agony.

Even though she hadn’t tasted it in a long time, the flavor was still deeply etched in her memory. “Isn’t this concentrated Breadfruit juice without honey?! Headmistress, you tricked me!”

“Didn’t you say you skipped lunch? This juice even has bits of pulp in it to fill you up! Drinking this is more effective than anything else!” Amisha said with feigned kindness. “Don’t waste it. Drink it all, or it’s going to explode on you!”

Mo Lan: “…”

Glug, glug, glug—she drank it all.

Was she full? It seemed like she actually was.

But it was so sour!

No, she couldn’t be the only one who got her fill while her friends were still hungry.

None of them had eaten lunch!

Watching her classmates crash-land one after another, she called out helpfully, “Headmistress, everyone’s definitely struggling because they didn’t eat lunch and have no energy. I see there are still plenty of cyan water balloons left—let everyone have one each!”

Amisha raised an eyebrow slightly, her smile gradually turning dangerous. “Sure!”

Mask of agony multiplied by twenty-seven!

Mo Lan instantly felt healed.

She used a Cleaning Spell to clear the rainbow of colored juice from herself and her broomstick, then a drying spell to dry everything off.

The young witches: “If I’d known this was Breadfruit juice, I never would have drunk it!”

“Just a friendly reminder—Moira specifically asked me to give these to you all!” Amisha said.

The young witches: “Moira!”

Mo Lan herself: “!!! Headmistress, have you no sense of honor?!”

Amisha indicated that she didn’t even have morals, let alone a sense of honor.

Mo Lan leaped onto her broomstick at top speed and shot into the sky.

The young witches gave chase right behind her. “Moira! Get back here!”

Pursued by the young witches, Mo Lan had no choice but to speed up as fast as she could. Gone was her caution and hesitation, replaced by courage and decisiveness.

She crashed into water balloons, collided with other young witches, and tumbled to the ground more and more frequently.

But with each fall, her control over the broomstick grew more proficient.

How much force, what angle of deflection would dodge an obstacle, how to calmly control the broom’s direction in an emergency—she was gradually mastering it all.

Amisha stroked her chin, satisfaction written all over her face. “They were flying too cautiously before. Now it’s just right! Pressure really does push witches to improve faster!”

This was all for the sake of teaching progress!

Of course, not the usual teaching progress, but the teaching progress uniquely suited to this year’s batch of overachieving young witches.

Watching the young witches chase each other around—flying better and better despite the water balloon interference, rarely falling anymore—Amisha raised the stakes once again:

“Hold the broom handle with one hand and your Wand in the other. From this moment on, all colored water balloons will stop moving, but you may use your Wands to levitate them and even launch them at other young witches!”

Broomstick flight was never just about flying—it also involved casting spells while in flight.

Mo Lan’s spirits soared!

She’d been chased and cornered by her classmates all this time. Now her chance to strike back had come!

The young witches were equally eager. They could never catch up to Mo Lan by chasing alone, but if they could hurl water balloons at her—no matter how good Moira was, with enough people throwing, some were bound to hit!

They began trying to steer their broomsticks one-handed while reaching for the Wands at their waists with the other.

The game of chase-and-dodge transformed into a water balloon battle.

During this phase, there were countless more crashes and countless more balloon explosions.

When the hourly bell chimed, the sky full of colorful water balloons vanished, and when Lady Amisha announced that class was over, Mo Lan and the others still felt they hadn’t had enough.

“Flight class is concluded! Your course schedules will be updated tonight. Be sure to check them.”

Lady Amisha departed.

The young witches said in disbelief, “That’s it? It’s over? Wasn’t it supposed to last a week?”

“Quick, quick, quick! Tidy yourselves up—we’re going to fly around the Academy hills!” Mo Lan said while casting a Cleaning Spell on herself. “Taking off from the Jade Terrace at the top of the Castle would feel amazing! We might even run into the first-year juniors getting out of class!”

Whether taking off from the Jade Terrace would feel amazing, the young witches weren’t sure. But them flying overhead while the juniors walked below? That would definitely feel amazing!

Thanks to Qidian reader “Ye Suchen” for the 150,000-coin alliance leader reward! Here’s the bonus chapter!