Novel & Cerita I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy

Below, the lower gate of the wolf training court opened, and two younger Dominion students entered carrying blunted practice blades. Their voices rose faintly, distant and irrelevant. The normal rhythms of the academy were returning. Theron wanted no part of them. Maelik shifted closer. “So, what are you going to do?” Before Theron could answer, pain hit him, sharp and immediate. He jerked upright, every muscle locking as a pulse of heat tore through his chest and down his spine. Ruin surged awake with a snarl, claws scraping against the inside of his skin.

I kept my head down, my movements controlled, letting the flow of bodies guide me across the courtyard. Just another face in the crowd. You just need to blend in with all of them. Our instructor was a woman with cropped blond hair and a scar running from her temple to her jaw. She wore her authority like armor, her expression hard as stone. “My name is Instructor Hale. You will refer to me as such. I don’t care who you were before. Here, you are all the same, pups waiting to prove you’re worth something.” “How is it possible for a woman to be training us?” One of the alphas asked.

"We begin." I ignored it, instead, I stared directly at him. Something wasn't right, the shape of his face… his jaw… even the way he carried himself. Why did he remind me so much of Cassian? "Have we met before?" His smile barely changed. "I don't think so, I'm new here. And apparently, your new instructor." He gestured toward the sword again. "Let's begin." I grabbed it, then tossed it onto the ground as the wooden blade landed with a loud thud.

he said and cupped my face. “I will teach you everything. Let's start with sword fighting for today," he said and I nodded. He walked into the mansion to get his sword and soon appeared afterward. He handed a sword over to me and instructed me to unsheathe it. I obeyed, nervous to see how good I would be on the first day. Damion stood behind me and took my hand. My belly flustered when his breath hit my neck. “Firstly, you have to observe your opponent. Learn his moves and fight with your heart."

“Welcome to this class. My name is Lucas, and I’ll be your instructor for today. Before we begin, I want to remind you all that the purpose of this class is to teach you how to protect yourself in dangerous situations. It’s not about brute strength or aggression, but rather using your body and mind to outsmart your opponent and escape unharmed. Now, let’s get started.” Enora listened intently as Lucas explained the fundamentals of self-defense, his words resonating with her on a deeper level. She had always been fascinated by martial arts and combat techniques, but she had never had the opportunity to learn them properly. Now, with Lucas as her instructor, she felt a surge of excitement and

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Let's celebrate small wins. The much awaited day came. Sparring has always been my favorite subject. Especially Lia's since she can finally stretch her muscles and get some action if it is about our wolf forms sparring. A young and fresh graduate wolf named Sir Ian introduced himself as our sparring and attack professor. All of us were anticipating this because it turns out that he wasn't here last week. "Since it is technically our first day today, we will just be resting and chilling out here on the indoor training grounds," he stated, which was followed by our groans and complaints.

The idea was daunting, but part of me felt eager, ready for the challenge. They took me to an expansive training hall, where rows of weapons lined the walls, gleaming under the torchlight. The teachers demonstrated each move, guiding me through strikes, blocks, and evasions. I followed, my body moving as though it had always known the rhythm of battle. Each step, each swing of the sword, felt… right, somehow. The instructors looked at each other, murmuring in approval. I was graceful, swift, and precise, as if I were born for it. Just as I was starting to feel confident, the heavy wooden doors to the training hall swung open, and Astrid strode in, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp

Yet, he didn’t remove his mask. “She’s, um, a private investigator, sir. Solving criminal cases, gathering vital clues, catching someone's lies and stuff,” I said, “So, most of the time she isn’t at home.” He hummed in response and fetched a couple of wooden swords from the rack, shaped like zerfara. “You have ten days before the Entrance Exam, eleven if you include this day." He threw one my way, which I easily caught. "I will teach you the basics of sword fighting—they’re the most important—during the first three days. Actually, let’s make it four. We will then move to attacks and counterattacks, and after that . . .” He trailed off. “What element can you control?”

Nikola, on the other hand, walked beside them with a more serious expression, his brow furrowed as if the weight of what they were about to undertake had already settled on him. “Ready for this?” Dominic asked, nudging Zoe’s shoulder with his own. Zoe rolled her eyes, trying to look confident. “I’ve survived worse.” Dominic chuckled, the sound light and carefree. “That’s the spirit.” They reached the courtyard where a series of training stations had been set up - obstacle courses, sparring rings and target dummies scattered about. A handful of other students had already arrived, some stretching, others practicing their forms. At the front of the courtyard stood a tall, broad-shouldered instr