Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 73: You Teach Me or I Teach You?

Chapter 73: You Teach Me or I Teach You?
Rowe, of course, knew of Chiron.
In later ages, the Centaur’s name would be etched into myth as one of the most famous mentors of heroes.
So he was not surprised at all when Xisuthrus mentioned him.
With a recommendation from such a well informed “local” of Greece, finding the Teacher of Heroes should be much simpler.
“Chiron lives in the Arcadia region. There is a cave on Mount Pelion, called Pilio. That is where he lives in seclusion.”
“Here, take this letter I have written. Bring it to him and you should be able to find the way. I believe he will be delighted to meet a Sage like you.”
Seeing Rowe’s expectant expression, Xisuthrus quickly wrote out a letter, rolled it up, and handed it over.
“Well then, my guidance ends here.”
Xisuthrus smiled and stroked his beard.
“I wish you a smooth journey.”
“Goodbye.”
Rowe waved casually and turned to leave.
…
“Teacher Chiron, I feel I have already mastered the martial arts you taught me yesterday.”
A young, powerful voice echoed through the spacious cavern of Mount Pelion.
Although it was called a cave, Pelion’s “cave” was really a wide, comfortable dwelling. It could not compare to the palaces of kings and nobles, yet everything needed for daily life was present.
The dried grass spread across the floor felt like a thick carpet, soft underfoot.
Chiron sat within, looking at the tall youth who had spoken.
“Heracles, you are the son of the God King Zeus. Divine blood flows through your veins. Your talent is the best I have ever seen. One day, your name may well become a byword for heroism itself.”
He did not hold back his praise.
“Teacher, you flatter me.”
The young man rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed.
Yet on his resolute face, which matched his powerful frame, an irrepressible joy still shone through.
“Alright, go rest for a while.”
Chiron’s tone grew gentle.
“And remember not to quarrel with the Centaurs outside the mountain. They are still my kin.”
“Your temper is too impulsive. The blood in your veins is too quick to boil. You must learn restraint in the future.”
“Do not worry, Teacher. I will only scare them a little, never hurt them.”
Heracles nodded, then turned and left the cave.
Chiron watched the youth’s broad back recede and a flicker of thought passed through his eyes.
He slowly stood up.
Centaurs were inherently half human and half horse, but as the famed Teacher of Heroes, Chiron had long learned how to conceal his lower body. Unless he went into battle, he usually lived in the form of an ordinary man.
On the surface, he looked like a human with long brown hair and calm eyes.
He walked out of the cave on two legs, faced the setting sun, and let out a quiet breath.
“Heracles… I hope your future truly is smooth.”
His heart, however, was filled with worry.
The son of Zeus, born extraordinary.
Yet a life blessed by the king of the gods was rarely peaceful.
As that thought passed through his mind, the ground suddenly trembled.
The trees in the forest swayed wildly, leaves rustling as if whipped by an unseen storm.
Birds and beasts roosting in the nearby woods took to the sky and undergrowth in panic, their cries mixing into a chaotic din.
Chiron frowned and turned his head.
Those fellows again.
Did they provoke something?
A faint headache pulsed behind his eyes.
Although he was also a Centaur, Chiron was completely different from the tribe that lived beyond the mountain.
He was gentle, wise, patient, and skilled in countless arts.
By contrast, the Centaur race as a whole was notorious for cruelty, wildness, indulgence, and lust. They lived in the forests, often attacking travelers like bandits and stirring up constant trouble.
The violent trembling of the earth now was, in all likelihood, their doing.
“I should shroud the forest in mist first. Those idiots… they have not angered another demigod, have they?”
After thinking it over, Chiron knew he could not simply stand by.
Just as he had reminded Heracles earlier, those Centaurs were still his kin.
He twisted his joints and shoulders.
In the glow of the setting sun, his shadow grew long on the ground. His human legs faded away and were replaced by the four limbs of a horse.
With a single powerful leap, the Teacher of Heroes charged down the mountain toward the mist lit by the last light of dusk.
That mist had not appeared out of nowhere.
Most Greek magical beasts were connected to the gods, and Centaurs were descended from the cloud nymph Nephele. By birth they carried the mystery of wind, rain, and cloud.
However, they preferred up close, direct battle.
They were all powerful warriors and rarely summoned divine mysteries unless the situation was serious.
Which meant this was already their trump card.
Chiron’s anxiety deepened.
He truly did not want to see anyone injured or killed because of this.
Thunder rolled overhead.
Within the billowing mist, lightning fell and burst into sheets of heavy rain.
Chiron finally reached the edge of the forest and then froze in place.
What… is this?
In the rain soaked woods at the foot of the mountain, the mud darkened the soil to a deep brown.
Countless Centaurs lay sprawled all over the ground, faces buried in the muck, only their horse rears twitching feebly toward the sky.
The battle was clearly over.
It had taken only a short moment.
Or, more precisely, a single instant.
Chiron’s expression grew grave.
Before he could decide what to do next, a voice came from deep within the mist.
“Finally, someone shows up. These miserable Centaurs actually took a bit of effort.”
A shadowy figure stepped out, his form condensing slowly like ink settling into water, until a young man appeared.
Or rather, a boy.
He wore a long linen robe.
His sleeves fluttered in the wind and rain.
In that hazy scene, he looked like a god of wind and storm descending to earth, yet the aura around him remained untouched by worldly dust.
“Are you the Teacher of Heroes, Chiron?”
The new arrival was, of course, Rowe, who had come straight here without stopping after parting from Xisuthrus.
The distance had been considerable, but once he knew the direction, half a day of walking sufficed.
Unfortunately, the “welcome party” had turned out to be a band of Centaurs who launched an unprovoked attack the moment they saw him.
“A pack of filthy ditch dwelling beasts had the nerve to attack me. Fortunately, I still have some self defense methods.”
Rowe clapped his hands lightly as he walked closer.
“This is a letter of introduction from Xisuthrus.”
“My name is Rowe. Tell me, can I become a hero?”
Chiron did not answer.
He did not reach out for the letter either.
Because…
“What did you just say your name was?”
His eyes widened slightly.
“Rowe? The Sage Rowe of Uruk?”
Such a distinctive name.
Combined with that particular title, there could be no mistake.
With a heavy thud, Chiron dropped to one knee before him.
“Please teach me the wisdom that transcends this world.”
“It was from a clay tablet you left behind that I found the courage to change, and became who I am today.”
Rowe: “?”
The Centaur hero’s expression was solemn and utterly sincere.
Rowe, on the other hand, was completely baffled.
Wait.
Isn’t this development a bit backwards?
He stared at the letter in his hand, then at the kneeling Teacher of Heroes.
Who is supposed to be teaching whom here?
Xisuthrus, Ziusudra, you tricked me.
“In this world, we will meet again soon.”
Far away, in a patch of wild grass swaying under the breeze, Xisuthrus paused and glanced in the direction of Mount Pelion.
He then burst into hearty laughter.
“This old man did not lie to you.”
“Chiron is indeed very happy, is he not?”
You gave me that middle finger greeting and really thought I would not know what it meant…
The old man smiled quietly to himself.
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