ushernet Chapter 146 Races
Chapter 146 Races
Once the class settled, Cika surveyed the room, her golden eyes gleaming with sharp intelligence.
"Good. Since you all seem attentive today, let's move on to something fundamental—yet often overlooked." She adjusted her sitting posture on the cushion, resting her chin on her hand.
"Trion is home to nine surviving races. You've likely interacted with many of them, but how much do you truly know about them?"
Some students perked up with interest, while others merely waited for her to continue.
Cika raised a finger. "Let's begin with one of the lesser-known races—the Kushis."
A few murmurs spread through the room. The name was familiar, but Kushis were not often seen in academies like Cardon.
"Kushis," Cika continued, "are a nomadic race, often mistaken for Beastmen due to their physical traits.
But unlike Beastmen, they do not share animal-like characteristics—no claws, fur, or tails.
Instead, Kushis possess heightened senses and extraordinary stamina, making them ideal scouts, messengers, and long-distance travelers."
She flicked her wrist, and an illusion of a Kushi appeared above her hand—a tall, lean figure with sharp eyes and slightly elongated ears.
Their skin bore faint, natural markings, almost resembling tattoos, which were said to glow faintly in moonlight.
"They prefer wide, open landscapes—grasslands, deserts, and mountainous regions. Their culture values oral tradition, and they rarely settle in one place for long.
Unlike most races, Kushis have no permanent cities. Their communities move as the seasons change, following paths laid by their ancestors."@@@@
She paused for a moment, letting the information sink in.
"Next," she said, "let's talk about a race that some of you may have heard about, but few have met—the Trilans."
This time, a few heads turned toward a familiar face.
Yirrel, a student sitting toward the middle of the classroom, didn't react immediately but seemed to stiffen slightly under the attention.
Cika, as usual, noticed everything.
"The Trilans are a race of scholars, artisans, and architects. They are humanoid in appearance, but their defining trait is their crystalline physiology."
With a wave of her hand, another illusion formed—a Trilan, tall and elegant, with shimmering gemstone-like structures embedded in their forearms, shoulders, and along their spines.
Since Sheila lacked the crystalline features that defined the Trilans, that meant only one possibility remained.
She was a Kri.
Arlon's gaze flickered slightly.
If Cika's lesson was accurate, then Kri Folk were basically shapeshifters. That meant their natural appearance was unknown.
Their forms could shift and change, making it impossible to determine what they actually looked like.
Sheila's current appearance might not even be her real one.
Not just that—Kri Folk could hide anywhere. Even within the academy.
The idea wasn't necessarily alarming, but it was... interesting.
They could live among any race, unnoticed. They could walk as a Magus, an Elf, a Beastman—anyone.
Of course, Arlon didn't believe they would do this with bad intentions. At least, not all of them.
But this ability reminded him of something.
Mimes.
Much like them, Kri Folk could seamlessly blend in with the world around them, leaving no trace of their true selves.
Arlon exhaled softly, leaning back slightly in his chair.
If Kri Folk were that adaptable, what else could they do?
Obviously, Zephyrion knew of the existence of this race, especially thinking that he was friends with Sheila.
That also meant he had a way to distinguish them. Of course, the high-level Trionians like that trio from the banquet could see through magic.
Can the shapeshifting nature of Kri Folk be seen through like magic, though?
Since it was an innate ability, Arlon wasn't sure about it. He probably could see them with the Eyes of K*T**, but he couldn't use it on higher-level people.
He decided to learn more about them when he went back since this wasn't a secret.