I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

Kathrine called out. The kids slapped their hands to their sides and bowed to the red-bearded teacher, shouting something in unison that I couldn’t quite catch. Then, like a herd of wild horses set free, they bolted off the mats, barely remembering to bow one last time before rushing down the hallway to grab their things from their cubbies. Kathrine leaned over and said something to the other instructor, then pointed in my direction. I stood up as he approached, flashing a friendly smile and sizing me up with his blue eyes. "Hi there, I’m Giggs. Welcome to the Martial Arts Academy."

When Rion and Ludriev arrived, the other five masters seemed to be in a heated argument. "But wouldn't it be too dangerous? In this kind of time? Holding Immortal Apprentice Competition is just too risky!" The one who spoke was Shiori, a feminine-looking woman who was both graceful and beautiful. She taught mostly embroidery and cooking in the Academy besides the main subject of swordsmanship. This was the unique thing in Liebu Mountain Academy. All seven masters were teaching swordsmanship. The apprentices accepted in the Academy could choose to learn from whichever master they'd like to.

There were trainers in the academy, so I was swinging my sword at random on the dummy. Unlike instructors, they are tasked with keeping an eye on everyone who is training to see if the student has injured themselves while training. Despite the fact that I appeared to be concentrated on attacking the dummy, I was actually looking around at some of the students. 'Weak,' I thought to myself. Luke wielded a sword, and his technique was clearly distinct from the others. It was most likely something passed down through his family.

We chorused. I was very happy, It seems the heaven had not forsaken me, I was still thinking about how I would learn a sword skill when it came to me immediately. Casting my thoughts aside, I paid full attention to the way the instructor swinged his sword. After demonstrating the skills thrice, he stopped. "Try the skill and ask me question if there's anything you do not understand". He said as he held the thorned cane in his right hand. I nodded my head solemnly as I tried recalling his movement, I started practicing according to it.

"Remove his weakness before it becomes yours." The girl saw me and went pale. Her instructor began to approach, but I lifted one hand. He stopped automatically. The ease of his obedience unsettled me. This was his training ground, his lesson, and his authority. I had entered expecting the world to move around me exactly as it once had. "With your permission," I added. Surprise crossed his face. He recovered and inclined his head. "Of course, Luna." I picked up the fallen sword. "Show me your grip."

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