“Sounds like a poetic metaphor.” Ratford, trying to live up to the image of an Einrogard student, didn’t lose his composure entirely.
After all, just now the ceiling had become the floor — in Einrogard it wasn’t surprising to walk on the ceiling instead of the floor.
“How do you make the ceiling into the floor again—”
“Hm?”
“......”
Ratford was left speechless watching Ihan standing on his hands upside down.
Ihan had floated a bead of water high in the air, grabbed it with both hands, then righted his body and planted his feet on the ceiling, walking on it as easily as anyone walking on the floor.
Ratford felt admiration well up.
If your body’s that good, you don’t need to use your head!
Now he understood why someone like Ihan could be allies with those beastly brats from the White Tiger Tower.
Seeing this, it made sense.
Thud.
Ihan forced his feet onto the ceiling and took a few steps.
Suddenly Ratford’s view wavered and the direction of gravity flipped.
Ratford was standing on the floor while Ihan completed walking across the ceiling.
“Let’s go, Ratford.”
“Yes, Wodanas.”
“Why?”
“Did the other students who came here walk like this?”
“Probably, right?”
Ihan glanced at Ratford’s trembling arms and thought to himself: somehow I don’t think so...
Wizards are a class for brains, not bodies.