found myself transported to ancient Greece during the Age of Gods and became Jason.
Wait… Jason?
Do you mean that Jason? The one who incited the wrath of Medea, the Betrayal Witch?
Jason?
Are you referring to that Jason, the so-called great hero, who was nothing more than a pawn of the gods?
Jason?
The Jason who seemed to have a brilliant life, immortalized in legends, but in reality lived a rough existence and met a miserable end?
No, I refuse to accept such a fate!
Thus...
"Teacher Chiron, I've made up my mind—I'm dropping out of school. Being a hero is not for me!"
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Chapter 1: Teacher Chiron, I Want to Quit School!
The Age of Gods, Greece.
Arcadia, inside the cave of Mount Pelion.
In the early morning, within a wooden hut made from trees, the centaur sage Chiron sat by the window. His eyes were closed, and he held a golden lyre in his hands, playing a melodious tune.
Outside, under the gentle embrace of the morning sun, birds fluttered and sang around a large tree.
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door interrupted the serene moment.
Chiron paused, his playing halted, and spoke softly. "Come in."
The door creaked open to reveal a young boy.
The boy, barely in his teens, had golden-blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Though his face was still immature, a heroic glint shone in his gaze. This was the very reason Chiron had accepted him as a student.
"Teacher Chiron, forgive the interruption." The boy entered and respectfully bowed.
"Well... Have you given it enough thought after our discussion last night?" Chiron asked, a trace of expectation in his voice.
The centaur truly believed in this young boy's potential. From the very first moment he saw him, Chiron knew this child was destined to become a great hero.
"Yes, Teacher Chiron," the boy replied. He took a deep breath and, with unwavering resolve, said, "Please allow me to drop out of school!"
"..."
The smile on Chiron's face vanished. Clearly, this was not the answer he had been hoping for.
Rubbing his temples, Chiron let out a sigh. "Jason, if I recall correctly, it's been only a week since you became my student. And when you first asked to be my disciple, you swore that no matter how tough it got, you'd persevere. Am I wrong?"
"No, Teacher Chiron, you're right. But that was then, and this is now."
Chiron was at a loss for words. He stared at the young boy, who had somehow changed his mind in just seven days. Finally, he asked, "Then may I hear your reason for this decision?"
Chiron could sense that Jason's choice to drop out wasn't due to laziness or fear. No, it was something deeper.
"…Because my name is Jason."
After a brief silence, the boy's voice broke the stillness.
"Hmm?" Chiron looked at him in confusion.
"My name is Jason!"
For a time traveler, that reason was more than enough.
Yes, this young boy was a time traveler. Once an ordinary college student on the blue planet Earth, a twist of fate brought him to ancient Greece during the Age of Gods.
When he arrived, Jason found himself caught in the chaos of the Greek world. His uncle had seized the throne, exiled him and his parents, and left him stranded.
To survive, Jason decided to seek refuge under Chiron's tutelage. He hoped to learn martial skills and protect himself in this perilous era where lawlessness reigned.
But on the day of his apprenticeship, he was given a name.
Jason.
Jason? Wait—Jason?!
The Jason who angered Medea, the Betrayal Witch?
The Jason who became a pawn of the gods?
The Jason who lived a cursed life and died miserably?
That realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
Jason foresaw the miserable fate that awaited him if he stayed on the path of a hero. No peace. No rest.
From that moment on, Jason made up his mind.
He had to quit school.
This wasn't the life he wanted. As someone raised in the peaceful 21st century, Jason had no desire for a glorious yet tragic life. He wanted peace. He wanted happiness.
"Teacher Chiron, I beg you—please let me drop out!"
Chiron was left speechless. Jason's resolve was clear, and the centaur found himself struggling to form a response. Finally, he managed, "No."
"Why not?!"
"Jason, you are gifted. I see extraordinary potential in you." Chiron's voice was calm but firm. "If you remain my student and train hard, I have no doubt you'll become a great hero. The gods will favor you, your name will echo through history, and…" Chiron paused before adding, "you'll have many admirers, especially among women."
Jason twitched at Chiron's words. To him, this was less of a blessing and more of a curse.
A renowned hero? Immortalized in history? Admired by the gods and women alike?
No thanks. Jason would rather live a peaceful, uneventful life than chase glory.
"Teacher Chiron, what you say makes sense," Jason said thoughtfully.
Chiron sighed in relief. Perhaps he had convinced the boy after all.
"But I still want to drop out of school!"
Chiron froze. He gazed at Jason, his expression a mixture of frustration and disbelief. Finally, the centaur relented. "Very well. I'll think about it."
Jason bowed gratefully. "Thank you, Teacher Chiron! I knew you'd understand!"
Chiron said nothing, but the veins on his forehead were beginning to bulge.
Jason wisely took his leave. As he stepped into the morning sunlight, he sighed. "It seems Teacher Chiron won't make this easy. But no matter. If I can't drop out of school… I'll just refuse to become a hero!" name the chapter