I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

"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.

"Prince Kael." I couldn't tell whether he was studying my face or trying to read my thoughts. "You look tired." "I'm fine." His eyebrow lifted and I almost cursed myself. He remembered. "You really like that word." A few students nearby laughed and my cheeks heated. Kael's mouth twitched but then the instructor stepped forward. He looked around the room before speaking. "Today we're testing sword technique, speed, and combat instincts." Weapons were distributed and I took one. For the first time that morning, I felt like myself.

Lexi whispered to me under her breath, causing me to have to cover my grin with my hand as I listened to the professor. "In this class, you will learn hand-to-hand combat and weapons skills. Once a week, you will be placed into sparring matches against the other students. During these matches, you will fight until someone either taps out or is incapacitated. These will generally happen directly before your arena challenges, although for this first week, they will be held towards the middle of next week, after the first round of arena challenges, and after you are healed enough to participate in them. In this class, it is absolutely prohibited to use any of your magical talents or abilities.

I explained it to him and understood everything. Tomorrow will be the start of the classes. I am expecting everything will be new to me for since I was in the palace I received private tutors for being a swordsman. However, I was too lazy to practice it. This was also one of the reasons why my father lose favor with me. "Goodnight Your Highness! Sleep tight!". Cyrvian said as he blew his candle on the bedside. "Sleep well hysterical knight" I whispered to myself and smiled a little.