Novel & Cerita I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy

“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

This advanced mortal-level movement technique promised to enhance my agility with its focus on one-step leaping. Arriving at the academy bright and early, anticipation coursed through my veins. Albert and I stepped inside, greeted by the serene atmosphere of the academy grounds. We were met by a disciple, their demeanor formal yet welcoming. "Hello, gentlemen. What brings you to our humble abode?" the disciple inquired, extending a courteous handshake. Albert, always adept at navigating social interactions, took the lead. "We're here to enroll him as a student," he responded, gesturing towards me.

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.

POV: Barzil Discipline wasn't taught. It was forged. I stood in the center of the Academy’s main training arena. Arms crossed over my chest. Five hundred cadets stood in formation before me—a sea of grey uniforms and nervous energy. The air smelled of hormones, floor wax, and the distinct, acrid scent of fear. They knew who I was. I could see it in their eyes. To them, I wasn't just a teacher. I was the Iron Warden. I was the wolf who had held the Northern Perimeter alone for three days. I was the legend they had posters of in their childhood bedrooms.

"I believe that it is precisely because of this that the Heavenly Law Academy's overall strength is declining. It is declining with each generation." "If you're willing, why don't you become a disciple of my Yijian Academy? I can accept you as my last disciple, personally guide you, and teach you the Divine swordskill!" Hiss! "The Divine swordskill!" When the other geniuses heard this, including Long Han, they were all shocked with their eyes wide open.