I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The one that told me he was ready, and I was walking straight into his trap. “Are you ready for this?” His voice was teasing, but it carried the weight of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. “I’m ready,” I said, though my pulse betrayed me. A man came to the centre, the instructor I guess. He examined both of us, for safety reasons. When he was done, he stepped back, signaling the start. “Begin.” Instinctively, I lunged forward, pushing myself into the pattern of steps I had learned from years of unwanted lessons, and from observing. My feet moved as fast as it could, my sword slicing through the air.

She was the mate my wolf was currently howling for, demanding that I drop my training blades and go wrap my arms around her until the rest of the world vanished. But I couldn't. I was thirty years old, the lead instructor of this hellhole, and the future head of the Blackwood line. I had to be the wall between her and the vultures circling this Academy. I turned my attention back to the two heirs I was sparring with. They were young, barely twenty, and they were breathing like freight trains. I hadn't even broken a sweat. I parried a lazy blow from the one on my left, swept his legs out from under him, and clocked the other one in the jaw with the hilt of my practice sword.

I was only a joke who couldn’t protect the people she loved when they needed it the most. “That’s how the first year in the academy works. I was a General in the Royal Army, and before that, the Main Tracker in the Royal …. What I want to say is, I thought you would like to learn how to protect yourself, how to fight back and I could help you with the training.” His words surprised me and my gaze roamed up, meeting his eyes. He looked uncomfortable, maybe he didn’t want to do that, and was only offering help out of pity.

Chapter 14: Emperor of Heaven, Alois. “Students of Blemore Academy, today is your final test to show your skills in controlling your sword and flying, and to those who will fail will be immediately removed from the academy. Let’s start!” Professor Duke declared and began calling my classmates' names. I’m smiling widely while watching each of my classmates who are performing to show their skills and I can’t wait to call my name because I’m so excited to show them that I can now control my sword and fly. I giggled inside my thought.

All the mages of the Beast and Human Alliance Academy needed to form a pact with the Academy’s beast and stay loyal to it. According to the Academy’s compatibility test, I was matched with Ares, a potential candidate for the head’s post. The contract was signed, our souls were bound, and yet he refused to acknowledge me as his beast even after ten years of my devotion, only because I was a bunny, too weak a beast to match his reputation. On our tenth anniversary, he brought a woman from the fox clan to our training ward. She was wearing my uniform, and carried his scent. Their shared spirit stone shone brightly in their hands. And in my hand, I held the dying spirit stone that barely managed

Across the yard, the Crown Class was gearing up with all new swords and vambraces from the armory—getting the first pick of gear was another privilege I hadn’t known about until now. The combat instructor, Professor Grunwald, was waiting for us in the center of the yard with his arms folded. He was built like a bull, with a head of red stubble, a thick neck, and a crooked nose that must have been broken at least once in his life. “You’ll be picking partners,” he said once everyone had lined up. “I’ll just be observing today.” His eyes went down the line, one face at a time, and swept over me without pausing. “Spar until I say stop. Oh, and don’t kill each other.”

I patted his back. "That is how you win," I told the class. "You don't fight the wolf. You just remind the wolf who holds the leash." The academy was a giant success. Months ago, this courtyard was a cold, brutal prison. Now, it smelled like fresh sawdust, pine needles, and sweat. The training rings stayed full from sunrise to sunset. I acted as the head instructor. I taught the raw, angry rogue kids how to channel their feral instincts. I taught them how to bite without losing their souls.

His hair was jet-black, like a crow's, and his eyes were blue with a hint of silver. The women worshipped at his feet. But he’s never taken or found his second chance mate after Stephanie was killed during the end of the Great War. Ever since then, he's thrown himself into skirmishes and missions with no regard for his life. That's what made him the best Professor I could find to teach Tactics 101. Gritting my teeth, the only issue we were going to have was that he was going to teach two humans in his class this year, and knowing him, I was probably going to have to intervene to stop him from killing them. Not even bothering to greet me, he came over and plopped himself in the chair opposite

He wore an oversized shirt with the sleeves rolled up. "What's your name?" "Salvador Ricci." "Tell me where you'd like to go the most." After a few moments of silence, he replied solemnly, "Aldaria." I took my watch off and placed it in his palm. "In that case, this watch is my way of honoring your bravery. You must remember how time passes. With the time you have left, learn how to read a map, calculate the distance from here to the shore, and interpret maritime maps. Knowledge won't give you wings, Salvador. But it will teach you to build a boat."

Although adults did not have the chance to join Swordsmanship-seeking Sect because of their age, it was still possible for them to do exercise for keeping fit. The arrival of Ding Hao aroused people's cheers. In this slum, Ding Hao's prestige was beyond imagination. Both adults and children regarded him as a savior. Zhao Xingcheng, who once had conflicts with Ding Hao, passed the sect’s test last time and became a registered disciple of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Perhaps inspired by Ding Hao's behavior, he had also become one of teachers in the Invincible Martial Arts Academy. He also spent some time every day to instruct the children's cultivation. This former bully in the slums had now be