I Became A Swordsmanship Instructor At The Academy Novels & Stories

he enquired, Lora said, "No, only my brother is." “And what are you looking to sign up for, young man?” We have the best training services available. We provide special training for mages if you're interested in learning more about your gift if you have one. As instructors, we have master elemental mages at your disposal. We still have masters in martial arts and fighting, such as the three of us here,” he said. “I want to be a swordsman,” Jrue said as he took a step forward. “Wonderful selection. Boltra Souza, my brother, is the master of class charger, which includes swordsmanship. He'll be a great teacher,”

In this world, who could say? The following days were a whirlwind of sword drills, debate sessions, and memorizing things like the philosophy of the forgotten kings or the proper etiquette for encountering a minor forest spirit (rule one: never ask their age). Ivy quickly became known for her quick tongue and quicker footwork. She couldn’t swing a blade, but she could dodge one. At first, the instructors seemed unsure what to do with her. It didn't take her long to become a handful for the teachers. During a philosophy lesson, an instructor once asked the class what defined greatness.

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.

I snapped at Adele, infuriated at the bitterness that I had felt when the incident had happened. Adele’s face fell at my tone, and I almost felt bad that I had snapped at the girl. Almost. I let out a ragged breath. The next class was sparring — the only class I had looked forward to since my first two classes this morning — only because I had taken a liking to swords and spears during my six-month training with Quinn. The sparring gym was like an ancient armory in a sense — all steel and wood and metal of all shapes and sizes. Two sparring mats sat in the middle of the gym, and the instructor stood beside them as the students filled up the room.

I ask him and he nods. "Words" I scold him. "Yes master" he replies, it's the first he called me master and not daddy, I see his pet side was the one who fought and punched me. "Now to your punishment", I say making him gulp, I wasn't about to spank him, it'll seem like I've hit him back. Even if not, in his little and pet mind that's how it would look. I took hold of his arm and moved to one of the room corners, I asked him to kneel, he looked up at me with confusion, I repeated my order, and this time he does.

"What about you? What brings a Whitmore heir to the academy?" I offer a brief, dry smile. "I'm teaching the weapon-craft and combat forms," I reply, watching his eyebrows shoot up. "Instructing the top-tier warriors in advanced blade technique." I loosen my shoulders. "It gets me away from the heavy atmosphere at the Whitmore Blackthorn Estate for a few hours. I like it." "That's fucking impressive, Cain," he says, genuinely surprised. "Do you want to sit for a minute?" I ask, gesturing to the bench.

I just ignored it and followed them out. "You go first. I'm just going through something." I said and parted with them. I went back to the training room we had come from earlier. It's still hot inside because of the fire here earlier. I made dummies and prepared. When I waved my hand in the air the dummies began to move and attack. I first kicked the one on my side Then kicked the one on the other side of me. The dummy was about to stab me when I half bent so its sword just passed over me.

a slightly plump man in purple robes spoke up first. But, of course, the others were unwilling. Such a remarkable talent couldn't just be claimed by anyone. They were all elders, and no one had any special privileges. "I should be his master. I will teach him all the secrets of the Heavenly Sword Sect." "Eldersong, you have so many disciples already, don't compete with us. I can also teach him all the secrets of the Heavenly Sword Sect." "Elder Autumn Moon, as a female cultivator, it would be inconvenient for you to instruct a male disciple. He'd better come to me."

My life was compeltely different from what I knew it as. My days were spent with Ivy training with my powers and training how to fight. She was an awesome teacher and I'm glad that I got her instead of the warriors. She was tough on me but she wasn't insanely tough like the other instructors were on the trainees.

The woman is amazing when it comes to money. In the afternoons, Tana begins training me and Kenna in sword fighting. Several of my warriors wanted to participate so I had Tana work with a metalsmith to create modern day swords. Bastian and Galen also wanted to learn and so did their mates. So, as the swords were forged, our afternoon class grew.