I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

I felt the slickness of blood between my toes. “Watch your steps,” Kaden warned and turned to the instructor, the smirk never leaving his face. “Oh, you're dead,” I said to him in a harsh whisper. “Why aren't you in uniform, Caleb?” The instructor asked and my gaze tore from Kaden, the instructor pressed a finger to his temples as though he was utterly tired of being in this Academy and dealing with these students. “A wounded beast has them,” I said and I didn't miss the stiffness from Kaden and the chuckle from the rest of the group.

“Very well, let’s see how terrible you all are today.” After his initial hesitancy, his cheeks coloring and his eyes locked to the sword master whilst he learned the routine, the sliding step from one posture to another, the position of sword and arms combined with the set of feet, Aien was not terrible. Luckily, a new recruit was far, far worse. A muscled younger son, the young man had received training before coming to the academy, and seemed determined to show that training off, even when it ran contrary to the sword master’s instructions resulting in an altercation between the two, and mockery from the on-watchers.

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.

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.

Sometimes, in quiet moments, I swore I could hear Daekan's voice whispering at the edges of my consciousness, patient and waiting. Now came the time to actually learn how to wield him. For that exact reason, the Academy had granted me a special dispensation to skip my regular lectures for the next week. But because the elders were completely paranoid about me falling behind in magical theory… as if ancient demon energy wasn't education enough, they had arranged for a specialized instructor to be sent directly from the Academy to the pack training grounds every single day. I'd argued that I could handle both, but one look at the concern etched into the headmaster's face had silenced my protes

Then, he let out a long, heavy sigh. As he began to recount his history with instructors, the group finally understood why he'd risked offending Lance just to get a shot at training with Paisley. When he was seven, his parents hired a legendary Royal Swordsman. However, shortly after starting, the teacher suffered a sudden heart attack and returned to the Moon Goddess's side before the doctors even arrived. That was the first time. So, he was stuck training basics with the pack guards. A year later, his father—refusing to let his son's talent go to waste—scoured the kingdom and found a combat master famous for training wolves to fight in the middle of raging storms.

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.

"Actually, I did. So how? How did you kill those men knowing that you have nothing special in you? You said you're fast? No one among your instructors deemed that as something remarkable." I snorted. "Like I said. I'm no top student. That's Ace if you haven't noticed." "Then that incident happened when you took out Ace and his friends, breaking one of the kid's arms and nearly killing the other." I cleared my throat. It was not something to be proud of.

And it made sense cause I trained my sense of smell that's why am more than others. It's been two years, my once lean body is now muscular, he made sure I always walk around crying with a heavy stone in a basket on my back. He developed me in a frightening way, he is strong, stronger than Any Alpha I know but he said he wants me to be stronger. "Why do you teach me sword fight," I asked as we eat our dinner

Sylvia asked. "No, you are fine. Mora, I need to know if you would like to receive training in how to use a sword or other weapons. We are considering it because it is still possible for the camp to be engaged by an enemy and you will be in less danger if you have those skills." Ian waited for a response. She did not have any emotion in her expression, but did seem to be considering his offer. "Of course I would like it, Ian," she said almost immediately, but it seemed like forever to him, "I would not want to be a detriment to the company for any reason. Who will be my instructor?"