Academy's Genius Swordmaster Novels & Stories

He looked exactly the same, maybe a little more exhausted, with those same storm-grey eyes that used to make me freeze. He had no idea that the anonymous tech genius he came to beg for a corporate partnership was his dead wife. "Are you ready for this?" Marcus whispered, stepping up behind me as a crew member adjusted my microphone line. "I have been ready for five years," I muttered, my voice completely flat and devoid of any human warmth. The master of ceremonies walked up to the central podium, his voice booming out across the state-of-the-art speakers. The massive crowd immediately fell into an expectant silence, the clinking of champagne glasses stopping completely.

“Very well, let’s see how terrible you all are today.” After his initial hesitancy, his cheeks coloring and his eyes locked to the sword master whilst he learned the routine, the sliding step from one posture to another, the position of sword and arms combined with the set of feet, Aien was not terrible. Luckily, a new recruit was far, far worse. A muscled younger son, the young man had received training before coming to the academy, and seemed determined to show that training off, even when it ran contrary to the sword master’s instructions resulting in an altercation between the two, and mockery from the on-watchers.

I immediately replied. “W-What…!?” “That sword of yours is sticking out like a sore-thumb— do you really think you could hide it?” “What are you trying to say…?” “You are a genius,” I told him. “A swordsmanship genius— and that sword is the best proof. It can shapeshift to any kind of sword you like according to the style you play.” “Stop spouting nonsense.” For some reason, August furrowed his brows when he said that.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

"Anyway, if the Great Santi was too anxious about the academy's treatment of your daughter, how about you apply as an instructor? In that way, you could see her daily." "Ah?" Minerva was taken aback by the red-haired Great Swordmaster's words. He was kidding, right? He must've blurted those out just to spite her father. After all, he hated to work. He just had no other choice, as no one was good enough to govern the dukedom. But as Minerva looked at the serious face of the red-haired Great Swordmaster, it seemed that he wasn't kidding at all. Santi arched his left brow and scoffed, "You wish."

A figure wearing a gray robe stepped forward. He did not look particularly old… He seemed like he was in his thirties with a spotless appearance. He held a bottle of wine from 1982 and slowly sipped it directly from the bottle. Harvey narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man. Harvey had received some information from Vaida, and this man was among them. He was one of the School of Divine's aces, a young elite called Gilmat. It was said that he was obsessed with the sword his entire life, and he held a near-fanatical faith in the School of Divine Sword. But most importantly, he was extremely powerful.

Zach finally spoke as well "She's a genius you'll need her in you're missions" "How can you say that she's a genius?" troy asked "She's the only one that perfected all the exams. She even surpassed all of Zach's scores. She's a genius when it comes to academics. Even those who have not been taught to you, she already knows even though she is new here. She's smarter than anyone even to all you." said the headmistress We were stunned. Really? She perfected all the exams she even surpassed all of Zach's scores? This is so unbelievable! No one has surpassed Zach when it comes to academics. Raven was just the first.

Of course, the Saber Master would not let go of any chance to belittle and mock the old foe. This time, the Sword Master did not counterattack violently, but said with a sigh, "In the swordsmanship field, the essence is extremely profound. In this world, there are thousands of swordsmanship and combat skills, but no one can really master them all. Although I call myself the Sword Master, I dare not say that I have mastered all swordsmanship. The person who left the drawings on the wall is a ghost genius. Such a person who has been loyal to the sword in his hand all his life deserves my praise!"