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.

He could’ve rested on its hilt like one would a walking stick, as some of his classmates were, but somehow it felt a level of disrespect. “Now,” the instructor began. “Yesterday I gave a few instructions when we met. I taught you of the various designs of the weapons you have chosen. Today, I will remind you that though some of you come from families with its own art of the sword to be practiced—and I advise you continue to practice it—that will be done on any time that is not mine. Here, I will teach you the art of the sword as is the way of the kingdom, and that is all that you will learn.”

"You looked different." I considered her words. "I was different. Before I came here, I trained in more than healing. At the academy, they taught us everything. Blades. Forms. The old ways." Koren stepped forward. "Will you teach us?" The question hung in the air. I'd taught them herbs and bandages, poultices and protocols. I'd taught them to observe, to listen, to notice the small signs that meant the difference between life and death. But I hadn't taught them this. Hadn't shown them the part of me that was warrior as well as healer.

I freeze for a second. “You…” I whisper in disbelief. One of the Academy instructors. Or at least, what used to be him. The creature standing before me now is nothing but a monster without a mind or heart. He lets out a savage roar and swings his sword toward my neck. CLANG! I block the attack with my claymore. Steel crashes violently against steel, the impact rattling through my entire arm. I immediately kick his knee out from under him, and the moment he stumbles, I swing my blade and decapitate him. His body crashes lifelessly onto the ground. My breathing turns ragged as grief crushes my chest.

“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.

*** Slayne *** I quickly change into my uniform and, despite Manzitti’s warning, I secure a small knife to my leg, just for emergencies of course. I am trained in both Arnis, which is an indigenous Philippines Martial Art using sticks, knives, and blades and Tantojutsu, a Japanese warrior fight using knives. I trained at my brother's insistence so he could give me a leadership role within the pack because, as the younger daughter of an Alpha, there was no official role for me like Manzitti or Ivan. So, I did all the training Manzitti insisted on and I became Manzitti’s Lieutenant. Ivan is his right-hand man, but I will always be his left.

The laughter stopped immediately, though several people turned away to hide their smiles. He looked back at me. “Again.” I looked at him helplessly. This instructor was as stubborn as a bull, charging forward without the slightest sign of stopping to catch his breath. I shook my head in resignation before giving him a reluctant nod. “Change weapons. I want to see how you handle yourself with a sword,” Theo said, grabbing a long wooden practice sword from the rack and holding it out to me. I took the sword from his hand, testing its weight and balance in my grip. I gave it a few slow movements, getting a feel for its reach and handling until it quickly became familiar in my hands.

Chapter 22 Kai's POV A few weeks had passed since I handled the whole situation with Avery Windsor. I continued teaching at the academy as usual, and today was the same way. The students had physical education and the agenda of the day was hand-to-hand combat. All students were to go off in pairs and display what they had been learning for the past couple of weeks. I stood in front of the gym, going around and watching their performance. “Miss Carla, fix your stance and appear stronger to your opponent,” I said to one of the students, and she nodded firmly.