I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

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.

They also started to learn self-defense which made Lana so proud of them. I went straight to the training academy, this was the first time this week that I would have a bit of free time to pick up my wife. The moment that I went inside the gym, I was so surprised by how the number of trainees grew from the previous number that I last no off. Some of the previous trainees are now trainers for the new and younger ones. I was looking for Lana when I felt someone hit me on the leg. “You will nweber wurt mwe,” a young little boy said while holding a wooden sword.

He’s crazy protective over me. “Let’s get started,” Levi says, nodding to the pile of weapons across the courtyard. “Pick your poison, Firewolf.” Curiously, I head over to them and sift through the various kinds of weapons. The academy only trained us in combat in our wolf forms. Luckily, my dad taught me how to fight using daggers and swords. It’s one of the few times we ever bonded. Even then, my mum practically begged him to teach me, and he’d made his reluctance abundantly clear the whole time. I really did never matter to my dad. I was just a nuisance to him, right from the moment he laid eyes on me.

After all, he was the one who decided to let me study at the Volks Academy. "Well, tell him not to worry. I didn't transfer to knight circle for nothing." I seriously promise here. I really can. Deadma is the opposite of those. As for physicality, I won't lose. "Well, from what I saw in the sword training, you got some moves back there! That flipping thing is a high-level technique, even I wasn't able to master it yet." He told me that he was very impressed with what he saw. "That move is quite difficult. But I was able to perform it when I was 14. I do some training in the streets with a bunch of hooligans." Let me explain here that I didn't make it obvious that I was a gangster.

the instructor snarled. “Look, mister… Sir. I’ll be frank with you: it’s impossible to make me your student. See, I really don’t care for your lessons.” The instructor’s eyes widened so much it was like they were popping out of their sockets. “Oho, you want to fight me, is that it? Good! Come!” he retorted belligerently. “But here’s a disclaimer—I can’t guarantee that putting on kid gloves is gonna save you from bruises, mister. I’m known for being pretty brutal with my attacks. Don’t blame me if I accidentally crippled you in some way!”

He taught me the right stance in throwing the knives and he showed me how to pull the strings easily to avoid myself cutting my own hands. I smiled when I finally learned how to use it. “ You did a great job on your first day. Tomorrow I will teach you how to depend yourself using your own weapon. That is for today, you can now take a rest”, he said as he messed up my hair. I am so happy that he acknowledged me. I promise that I will try harder so I can call myself Master Aeneas pupil.

We were standing outside the fence line of The Academy, watching the students and Hunters practice their knife wielding skills. I could see Damien watching intently as I dodged and weaved, effectively placing my imaginary knife in the shoulder of my opponent. "Good job Snow, now try again." My instructor said, I nodded and we got back into position. This time though I dodged a different way, allowing me to sink my imaginary knife into my instructor's upper abdomen with ease.