Novel & Cerita I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy

“I'll smash the ice myself… and use the shards as knives.” He stands. Just like that, he’s towering over me again. I nearly stumble back but manage to hold my ground. His chest brushes against mine, and I swear the room holds its breath. The whole cafeteria watches in silence. His lips part, ready to speak—but the bell rings. Classes are starting. And I know for a fact, he’s teaching Law. I'm free. He sees the triumph on my face. I let him see it. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he turns slightly and points at Isla.

I took an instant liking to Prince Kellen; he wasn’t cocky, nor did he act as if he was above everyone – even if his rank and status deemed that he was. “CADETS!” I bellow out across the room “I want you lined up against the wall. I will be giving you each a weapon and we will be going through the basics of that weapon’s history, purpose, and basic maneuvers. Some of you may have already wielded a sword or axe, but I want you to forget everything you have been taught. Because it was wrong. Today you begin to know your weapon, your strengths, and your weaknesses. Today is the first day of becoming a real warrior.” The students line up and just as they are in formation, the doors to the room b

I’d be willing to bet that they’re from the same pack. “As Eiriana said, my name is Magnus,” the male instructor says as the last of the other students clear away, “and I’m one of the other dark magic teachers here. During your time at the Academy, you’ll learn the arts of combat, espionage, strategy, and negotiation, but the foundation of your studies is dark magic.

She glanced up when I approached her desk, her eyes widening slightly in surprise when she saw me. "You must be Ms. White," she said, giving me a friendly smile. "Welcome to The Academy." She handed over a folder with my schedule inside it and explained a little about how the school worked. The classes listed on my schedule were exactly what I had expected: math, English, history, and science—but there were also some unique additions such as “special ability training” and “fight training for self-defense.” I heard that Nicholas is the teacher of the self-defense combat training class because his ability in this area even surpasses his father Armand.

It extravasated an enchanting effulgence that perfectly harmonized with the languid atmosphere of the training ground. Our martial arts instructor, Peruvian, entered the room. A smug smirk firmly etched upon his face as he sauntered over to where Sophia and I were sprawled on the cold tiled floor. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he cautiously picked up my sword from the spot where I had left it next to me. "Are you two certain there is nothing more than friendship between you?" he inquired, his tone laced with suspicion. I laughed, so did Sophia. "We don't," I assured him, sitting upright.

Gone was the camaraderie we had shared moments ago; now, there was a stark teacher-student dynamic at play. "Focus, Veronica," he instructed, his voice firm and commanding. "Keep your stance steady and your grip firm. Remember, precision and control are paramount." I nodded, determination bubbling within me as I attempted to follow his guidance. My movements were clumsy, the wooden sword feeling cumbersome in my untrained hands. I winced as the sword clashed against a nearby tree trunk, the sound echoing through the stillness of the forest. Draco's voice cut through the air once again, his tone unwavering. "Keep your strikes concise and direct. Your opponents won't wait for hesitation. If yo

"Yoyr Majesty, it's time. Her Majesty has deemed it fitting for you to commence your training with the sword. Maestro awaits you at the field." Jelca's heart skipped a beat at Elkira's words. The anticipation mixed with nervous energy, spiraling within her as she realized the weight of this moment. The sword had always held a mystique, a symbol of strength and honor. Now, it was finally time for her to embrace this art, guided by the seasoned hands of Maestro. With a deep breath, Jelca bid farewell to her friend, gratitude and determination shimmering in her eyes. She knew that Elkira's unwavering support would continue to be a source of strength as she embarked on this new chapter of her li

He assumed a stance and started testing out the student in front of him. Initially, Fruto was worried about unleashing moves on his instructor. He has been trained to fight since he was a kid, and school has never been fun for him. He stopped for years but now he’s back again because the academy he went into embedded martial arts for Physical Education. He had never felt so free that he wanted to fight so badly! His bloodlust increased every second and he did not hesitate anymore to exchange blows with his teacher.

The man crossed his arms and cocked his chin proudly, showing off his massive pecs. "I am an examiner from the Royal Academy of Nebula, Physical Education teacher, and especially C-class Warrior: Galviol." "A... An examiner?! So you're the one sis said... I mean the one who will take us to the academy?" "Yes, consider yourself lucky, it's rare that the academy sends an actual teacher, and what's more a Hand, to pick up new students. But since you have quite the reputation, we got a little out of our way." Hope flinched.

Kayden didn't understand what led Seraphine to break out into a cold sweat, but now that she was back to her carefree temperament, relief spread through him. "Sure, let's do it," Kayden answered. Just as Seraphine was able to respond to him, a voice fell— almost causing her heart to stop for a moment. Claps resonated throughout the field while in a loud and clear voice, an announcement was set out. "Everyone, settle down. I am your instructor, who is responsible for teaching you swordsmanship, Elliot Stonefield." 'That name!' Seraphine's eyes widened as she raised her head to instantly stare at the front. That cold and solemn face— indeed he was that Elliot Stonefield.