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“Effeeeect? Effeeeeeeeeect?! Sir! You can't call this level of medicinal effect an ‘effect’! This should be seen as a natural phenomenon! When a tree in an old forest is swept away by a flood, who says the water's effect was good! They say there was a heck of a lot of water!”

Rozalin stomped her foot, uncharacteristically excited.

She looked extremely wronged.

“No, I mean, I gave you a Magma Snake, right? Then you should have some waste discharge like last time! And your body should get stronger! So shouldn't our sir be swinging the sword like whap, whap, whoosh, whoosh, argh, like Pan?!”

Her words had a point.

As she pointed out, the medicinal herbs I had consumed were of an unimaginably high grade, and the quantity was also substantial.

So much so that Hati had even brought out a cauldron to brew the medicine.

The result of compressing and compressing those medicinal herbs was merely reconnecting one of the nine severed lines.

“Damn it, a mere snake isn't enough?”

Rozalin bit her nails, glancing at Hati.

The black snake tattoo engraved on Hati's bald head squirmed as if it had been wronged.

“Why are you saying that while looking at my head?”

“I just felt bad looking at a snake, so what.”

“Good grief, you just have to think that his body was that stubborn. Still, a couple of sword swings should be enough.”

Hati's eyes lingered on the empty space where I had cut.

He seemed to be tracing the trajectory of the sword I had swung.

“Sister, can you block that? I can't.”

“Oh my, sir won't swing his sword at me.”

“No, damn it, can you block it or not?”

“I'm telling you there's no need to block it. Why are you trying to drive a wedge between me and sir?”

“This sister is at it again. This is driving me crazy. Aren't you going to spar either?!”

“If sir swings his sword, I'll think of it as a loving rod and take the hit as is. Huh? It would be a lesson mixed with affection!”

“You'll get hit and die for sure.”

“Yuria will heal me. Right, Saintess?”

“If the lesson given by the Great Master is death, it doesn't seem bad to accept death as it is.”

“As expected, Yuria knows education well. I acknowledge her as an expert on education.”

“Now, now, don't bully Hati too much.”

I stopped the banter between the two students, which seemed to have gotten a little overheated.

“Thank you.”

I was just grateful that my body could recover even this much.

As Hati said, I was satisfied just being able to swing my sword a couple of times, enough to protect myself.

Self-defense was one thing, but I was glad that I could now personally demonstrate swordsmanship to the students.

“You’re so modest.”

“So, can I go to class now?”

“Not until today is over.”

Yuria shook her head firmly.

“Sir has been bedridden with illness for two days. The heat is still raging inside your body, so you must rest for one more day.”

“I don't seem to have any particular problems.”

“You can't, sir. Huh? Sir's body, well, as sir well knows, but still, leave your health to a priest! And if a very competent priest tells you to rest? Then you should rest!”

It seemed I had no choice but to spend the day here.

Just as I was thinking that and about to put away my sword.

“Ah, you were here.”

The students came looking for us.

“Sir!”

It was Pan, Bridget, Elibes, and nearly thirty students.

Looking at the students' faces, they seemed to be the mentee students I had assigned to those three.

But why were they here at this hour?

“We came here while looking for the training ground.”

Hearing the explanation, I seemed to understand the situation.

I had deliberately assigned some strong-willed and rather tough students to Bridget.

It was because I thought that since he had both skill and the lineage of an Imperial noble, as well as a strong personality, he would naturally be able to take control of the students.

On the other hand, I had assigned ordinary commoners, especially those who were a bit timid, to Pan.

I judged that Pan, being of commoner origin and having been bullied himself, would be able to understand their difficulties and lead them.

I also thought that since Pan was also highly skilled, he could be a clear role model for them.

Finally, I assigned students of somewhat low status who seemed timid to Elibes.

Orphans, or those from the streets, gypsies.

I hoped that by gathering students of a similar disposition to Elibes, she would be able to control them.

Of course, besides students of similar dispositions, there were also some students with completely opposite traits who might clash.

It was because I hoped she could embrace even those students.

‘Since all those students gathered together, their personalities must have been strong.’

And Bridget intended to use a simple, brutish, but clear method.

To show them their skills.

So they looked for the training ground, but.

“Most of us had similar ideas.”

Moreover, as the number of divided classes had increased, most of the training grounds were in use.

So Pan had thought of the instructor-use training ground, which he had been to a few times before.

“You've become dependable.”

Thanks to that, despite the students' objections, I was able to meet my students.

Especially Bridget and Elibes, this was the first time I had seen them since the semester started.

Elibes looked a little shy, yet her expression was tinged with guilt.

And Bridget had the air of a warrior who had overcome many hardships and adversities.

“Amazing.”

Hati and Rozalin also looked at the two with somewhat surprised expressions.

“Where did you train?”

“I'll tell you that story later.”

Bridget's gaze turned to the new students.

I also shifted my gaze and scanned the new students.

I read information from their gait, expressions, gazes, and everything else about their bodies.

I also read their thoughts of disapproval towards me.

I also read the memories of them living arrogantly in their small worlds.

Everything was as clear as if I could grasp it in my hands.

‘My head is a little clearer than before.’

It wasn't that I couldn't read this much before.

It was just that the intensity of the load on my body was different.

Processing various information often made my head feel like it was boiling, and my body would also get tired.

But now, I could maintain my composure even while reading all this information.

“Alright, go ahead.”

This was perfect.

Since I wasn't officially acting as their teacher, but just happening to witness it.

I smiled brightly and looked at Yuria and Rozalin.

Rozalin sighed as if she couldn't be helped and stood to my right.

And Yuria also stood behind me to my left, ready to heal me at any moment if my body got tired, supporting me.

They are dependable students.

“Then, you may begin.”

At my signal, Bridget stepped forward and began to skillfully guide the sparring.

* * *

“That priest over there, isn't she that purple-eyed student Lady Vürhelm mentioned? The one she said doesn't exist……”

“Is that teacher the rumored teacher? He looks so frail, like he's got nothing.”

“They said he didn't come because he was sick. But why is he perfectly fine? Is he a lazy person?”

From the moment they entered the training ground, the new students focused on Cassian.

Cassian was the main character of the rumors, whether they were good or bad.

Just as Cassian had evaluated them, he too was inevitably a subject of the students' evaluation.

Their only misfortune was that there were plenty of seniors right in front of them who would take offense at their evaluation itself.

“What are you muttering about?”

Bridget walked forward with a displeased expression, a wooden sword resting on his shoulder.

Then, along with Pan and Elibes, he placed the wooden swords they had brought on the ground and roughly pointed at the students with his own.

“From there to here. Ten people. Okay. All of you, come at me.”

“What?”

“Stop chattering and just come at me. If you don't attack by the count of five, I'll go wild on my own.”

Bridget said so and slowly took his sword stance.

The Vürhelm family's sword stance.

No, it was now Bridget's sword stance, completely adapted to his own body.

Rozalin, who was watching, was slightly impressed.

‘His fighting spirit is faint.’

Bridget, holding the sword, looked rather calm.

He couldn't feel the domineering aura he used to have.

But Hati could see it clearly.

The fighting spirit hadn't disappeared, it was hidden.

‘He's like a beast with its claws hidden.’

His actions are flippant and strong, yet his swordsmanship is so sinister.

He could tell at once whose influence it was.

‘Avril.’

Cassian's eyes shone quietly.

He knew that Avril's martial arts skills were outstanding.

Since he was the one who had made Sordian's eyes like that.

“Hmph, a person who's been rotting away in a place like this, calling himself a senior……”

Just then, a male student picked up a wooden sword and took a stance with a confident expression.

A stance with the body turned to the side, the sword extended straight forward to pierce the gap in the opponent's armor.

It was a charge stance specialized for a small sword.

And he was cut down in an instant.

“Huh?”

The student, not even knowing how he had fallen, placed his hand on the ground.

The other students also couldn't grasp what had happened.

Only one or two, those with a wider field of vision, had vaguely figured out what had happened.

‘It’s a magic trick. How fascinating.’

After taking the sword stance, he drew the opponent's gaze with the tip of the wooden sword, the muscles of his limbs, his eyes, and other overall bodily stimuli.

And from outside that field of vision, an unexpected sword came flying.

Bridget's sword had struck the student's hamstring, and the student had unwittingly knelt down.

“Dead once.”

At his calm voice, the nine students, who finally came to their senses with a start, raised their swords.

No matter how skilled his sword was and how clever he was, to face the combined attack of nine people with such a trick…….

Thwack.

“Two dead.”

There was no way he could withstand it.

Thwack.

“Two more dead. Four.”

He shouldn't be able to.

Bridget handled the students by casually tapping his sword here and there, as if he were out for a walk.

“U-uaaaagh!”

A student, feeling a sense of crisis, swung his sword with all his might.

It was a strike aimed honestly at Bridget, not swayed by trickery.

It was a powerful and solid foundation, as if he had trained with the sword for a long time.

“Oh.”

Bridget's foundation was far superior.

Bridget instantly switched from his stance to a sword that soared up from the bottom as if sweeping the floor, parrying the opponent's sword.

The sword, which had left the new student's hand, rotated in the air.

And before the sword hit the ground with a thud.

“Killed all ten.”

There were no students standing.

There were no students who could open their mouths.

Because the swordsmanship of that red-haired boy, whom they had simply thought of as a senior one year older, had enough power to shut them all up.

Bridget, who hadn't even broken a sweat, spat on the ground as if it were boring and looked at the students.

“Are you even skilled enough to judge others?”

Unlike his calm expression, Bridget was quite annoyed.

It wasn't that he found it arrogant of them to say this and that to Cassian.

Apart from Cassian's outstanding skills, he wasn't one of those embarrassing people who excessively obsessed over, revered, respected, and followed Teacher Cassian like those psychos over there.

It was just that in their appearance, he had read his own past self, who had tried to badmouth and humiliate Cassian without knowing anything.

A kind of self-loathing.

It felt as if his own dark history was unfolding before his eyes.

“Then is it my turn?”

The subsequent spars with Pan and Elibes were similar.

The new students, tensed by Bridget's display of skill, approached the spars with caution.

But that didn't mean they could beat Pan and Elibes.

Especially the students who were defeated by Elibes's swordsmanship looked as if they had been possessed by a ghost.

She did nothing, just stood still and twisted her sword slightly.

But they, as if under an illusion spell, brought their own bodies to the tip of that sword.

They had never heard of or seen such swordsmanship.

“Th-this is Akarind Academy……”

“There was a reason my father sent me here.”

“I didn't know anything……”

Thus, the students reflected on their own foolishness.

Naturally, their gazes couldn't help but shift to Cassian.

Considering the series of events and the students' respect, all these results must have been achieved through the ability of that teacher named Cassian.

Their expectations swelled as to what kind of master of swordsmanship such a teacher would be.

The students' eyes gradually filled with admiration.

And Cassian, who was watching the spars.

“……Huuuuh?”

He looked at Bridget, Elibes, and Pan as if he couldn't understand how this situation had come about.

‘Those kids…… why have their skills improved so much? Huuuh?’

He was flustered that his disciples, who had left him during the vacation, had grown much more than he had thought.

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