I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

THREE WEEKS LATER Three weeks passed since the incident when we were back at our school. Grandma had words with the headmaster to allow us to practice after school. Brad, John, Priam practice the swordfight and the armors from James, one of the best Knights of WitchDom. Professor Mecoy helped us to train the physical arts of Wicca. While professor Judo trained us for the self-defense of the dark arts.

*** "Nothing much. I think my name is Zhi Ruo, somehow that name is stuck in my head. And from my state and the weapon I possess, I might have been a swordswoman." {That's about right. I would put you through a two month lesson period to learn the culture and basics of most worlds. The curriculum includes intensive studying of selected fields, virtual and practical, from creche to postgraduate level, people's mannerisms and polishing your martial arts.}

I unconsciously raised my tone, which only made him more agitated. It’s true that it’s not what he thought it was. I would never dare give my first to someone who’s not blessed to be my mate. I was literally sick to death when my friend brought me over to his hotel room that night. We planned to meet up, as he's scheduled to train me how to properly wield a sword since I wasn't knowledgeable enough. I had to prove my worth to the head of Snow Academy, and Xavier was the only person I could rely on, considering how skilled their pack was with those.

While they spanned so vast they coated the wall in black and silver, there were a good number of vacant spots where some of the swords were absent. “Yesterday, I introduced you to the sword,” Grunald continued, drawing his weapon. “Today, I will not talk as much. I will only tell you of the types of students standing before me.” He didn’t waste his time to survey them. It was almost as though they bore him no interest. “There are three kinds of students the Academy brings before me,” he went on. “The first are the mages, those who take this class simply because it is mandatory. These are the students who wish to learn how to do this.” He swung the sword with practiced ease before him a few t

m. Professor Vale’s class was held in the outdoor arena—open-air ring, padded mats, weapon racks lining the walls. We paired off—Elara and I together, Liora with Ravenna, Seraphina observing from the sidelines. The exercise: non-powered sparring. No fangs. No shadows. No kinetics. Just body and will. Elara circled me—slow, predatory, Stetson tilted low. “Show me what you’ve got,” she said. I lunged—feint left, strike right.

I stood over the ruin I’d made, chest heaving, blood dripping from my hands to the floor. The copper stench clung to me, thick and intoxicating. I wiped the blade on his tunic, crouched low, and whispered the words I hadn’t dared speak aloud before now. “No one touches what’s mine.” ★ Morning came with a tension that hung heavy over the academy which was maddening. We gathered in the courtyard, students pressed together in restless groups. The instructors stood grim-faced, their voices carrying over the crowd as they called the roll. One by one, names were called. The death roll.

It would also help me recharge my brain for tomorrow. The next morning I got dressed fast and sat waiting for Elijah. He entered and asked me to come along with him, I noticed him subtly checking me out and I smirked. He brought me to the werewolf academy and asked me to give a presentation. I wished I could strangle him, how could he spring up a presentation on me? Ugh! I reluctantly took the podium and greeted the students, safe to say I greeted myself. "It is one thing to have weapons and another thing to know how to use them. Weapons are not yet weapons except they are used properly. I am here to share my knowledge about weapons with you and also help teach you how to properly use them.

"One more word from you, miss Lisa and I wouldn't hesitate to chase you out of here. This is the height of indiscipline and for the record, I am the instructor here. I give ibstd and train here. You either listen and adhere to my instructions or get the fuck out of here!" "Fine…. Let's have the test. It's fine by me though, I just don't see the reason why it should be carried out!" She insisted. The instructor whose name I was yet to find out walked to the wall where there were some scabbards with swords in them. He pulled out the first one and then handed it to me. I received it immediately, my body smitten with fear. He took out another and threw it at Lisa who caught it at once like she w

Three days later found Boro, with his travel pack, saying farewell to his few friends at the Academy. With his letter of apprenticeship and gold emblem, he had no more need to stay at the Academy. His goal, to be the greatest swordsman of all time, would not be accomplished by staying any longer. So he found himself waving farewell to Nila at the end of the town surrounding the Academy.