روايات وقصص ضمن I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy

"Don't worry, master. You can call it a coincidence, but after our lesson, I will teach about the sword to my classmate, Aizu. She is the girl who started to live in my sister's house today." Swordmad didn't expect Golden's words. Even without his advice, Golden was already planning to teach someone else. "Excellent! Without knowing it, you chose the same road as me in the past. Of all the students I had in my life, you are the first to do that." Although Swordmad and Golden weren't the only ones that decided to teach someone swordsmanship while being in the Mortal Rank, most people wouldn't think about doing it since their main worry was reaching Rank 1.

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.

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

"Lydia, you really hit a nerve with Joanna. Watch out, when she loses it, she'll hit you. I've been bullied by her every single day for years. He turned to me and winked, his tone smug and satisfied. "Joanna, karma finally caught up with you. Someone can finally put you in your place. Let's see if you still dare to bully me from now on." I used to feel sorry for him. He grew up without a father, so I'd always protected him like a little brother. Whenever someone bullied him, I was the first to step up and defend him. So around him, my personality was a bit domineering. And yet, he'd never once said he hated it.

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."

KELANI POV THE NEXT DAY Walking into the infirmary, I halted as I bumped into Coach Jensen. He assessed me with narrowed eyes, then he shook his head, "I believe you should be in class right now, young lady." His arms folded across his chest, and his biceps ripped as he did. "I took an excuse. I left yesterday after headmaster Kendrick asked us to, so I decided to come as soon as I could to see Vesper." I explained.

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

*** Slayne *** I quickly change into my uniform and, despite Manzitti’s warning, I secure a small knife to my leg, just for emergencies of course. I am trained in both Arnis, which is an indigenous Philippines Martial Art using sticks, knives, and blades and Tantojutsu, a Japanese warrior fight using knives. I trained at my brother's insistence so he could give me a leadership role within the pack because, as the younger daughter of an Alpha, there was no official role for me like Manzitti or Ivan. So, I did all the training Manzitti insisted on and I became Manzitti’s Lieutenant. Ivan is his right-hand man, but I will always be his left.