Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627 -627 – Taming the Fifth Year – Tutors

The regular classes and Zhao’s sessions were a bit more demanding, but nothing extraordinary.

Zhao had been methodical, as always, drilling him on Arturo’s written knowledge about territorial management and resource gathering. Maps spread across tables, documentation requirements, legal frameworks that made sense only when explained properly.

It was intense but straightforward. Just Zhao being Zhao.

That night, when he returned to his room, (which they had named with a poorly made sign by Min’s hand “the Fancy Gray Wing” in honor of their first quarters), he found his roommates in various states of emotional trauma.

Min was lying face down on his bed, groaning dramatically. Taro looked pale, his eyes somewhat glassy, staring at nothing. Liu simply shook his head slowly while reviewing mountains of notes.

“What happened?” Ren asked, dropping his backpack. The sound seemed to startle all three of them.

“My tutors showed their true face,” Min groaned without lifting his face from the pillow, his voice muffled by fabric. “They’re demons. Demons with fans and unrealistic expectations about my spine’s flexibility. They made me practice one bow five hundred and forty-seven times.”

“Five hundred…” Ren repeated weakly.

“I counted,” Min said with bitter pride. “Every. Single. One.”

“Foundations are the most important thing to get perfectly right,” Taro uttered with a hollow voice, like someone who’d had their soul partially extracted. “Because apparently my left side was 0.3 centimeters less deep than my right side. The Professor has me writing essays on territorial zoning, civic responsibilities, and ‘ethics in shared resource collection’.”

He paused, looking at his notes with disgust that bordered on hatred.

“Five pages by tomorrow. About sewage basically.”

“At least they’re teaching you,” Liu collapsed onto his desk. “I have no idea where to even begin understanding so many things.”

The three looked at Ren expectantly, waiting for his own horror story. Their expressions were almost hopeful, in that misery-loves-company way.

Ren felt something twisting uncomfortably in his stomach. He’d anticipated this moment would come, but now that it was here…

“It was brutal,” he said finally, forcing exhaustion into his voice. “Zhao has me preparing for the gathering expedition. Says I need to be ready to collect much more valuable things in the interschool competition, not just theory.”

It wasn’t a lie. Zhao was preparing him. It’s just that this part wasn’t what had him worried or tired. Meeting Aldric had also been intense. Just not in the way his companions probably imagined.

“Brutal how?” Taro asked, looking up with morbid interest.

“What kind of new preparation does Zhao give?” Liu also asked, leaning forward slightly.

“Identification of dangerous zones, emergency protocols, how to evaluate unstable terrain…” Ren listed things Zhao had actually taught him. His mind pulled up the afternoon’s lessons, all legitimate information. “And for me too, like Taro, I have to understand earth element rules. Arturo also wants me to understand all the legal responsibilities of my new territory soon.”

“That sounds horrible,” Taro said with sympathy, reaching over to pat Ren’s shoulder.

“It is,” Ren responded, and this time he didn’t have to fake the exhaustion in his voice. The guilt was its own kind of tiredness.

“At least we’re all equally screwed,” Min muttered against his pillow, the words coming out slurred.

“Yeah, you know,” Ren gestured vaguely, “lots of rules. Protocols. Expectations.”

Also not a lie. Aldric had mentioned all those things. He’d just presented them as “not as complicated as they seem”.

“So your tutor was very strict?” Min finally lifted his head, his expression showing solidarity of shared suffering.

Ren thought about Aldric telling him to take it easy, that there was no rush, that it was easier than it seemed.

“He has… high standards,” he said, which was technically true. Aldric clearly had standards. He just seemed to think Ren would reach them easily. “Expects a lot.”

“They all do,” Taro sighed, slumping further into himself. “The Professor told me my understanding of territorial zoning was ‘deplorably inadequate for someone who will soon be considered an adult’.”

The words were clearly a direct quote, burned into Taro’s memory by sheer humiliation.

“One of the old ladies made me hold a teacup in perfect position for twenty minutes,” Min added with bitterness that seemed to go bone-deep. “Twenty. Minutes. My hands are still shaking.”

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