The training continued until all five sessions were completed. Those that finished early had extra time to rest and relax while the others finished.
Some students, however, remained even after they had finished five rounds. Guess who it is. Of course, the 'Geniuses' of the class.
I finally spotted the elf girl, was it Elia? And then there was the other girl...whose name was...ummm. Why am I wasting time trying to remember when I could just analyze?
[Name: Sia Celeste]
right! Sia!
They seemed to know each other before they arrived at the area where the swordsmen were training. As a result, I became suspicious of them. After all, I knew one thing about the association: they were attempting to harm this empire. And if the associ
This is the first time you've issued a warning of this nature. At the very least, you're doing your job as a system.But how exactly? I clearly heard the instructor state that this was a high-level sword move. It was also the sword skill that helped her become a swordmaster.Is it possible that she fooled with us and taught us another crap technique?While everyone was straining their brains to understand even a single word of it. I watched someone approaching the instructor.She made a blank look and nodded before turning to face us.I had a feeling something was wrong."Ahem, please pay attention. Additionally, the academy has chosen to open the dungeon to all students. But be w
Selena paused, her gaze fixed on the scratch. Even she would struggle to make a scratch on this training dummy with raw force.She was a speed centered warrior rather than a strength-oriented warrior."I need to find out who was utilizing this training dummy." She then moved away to inspect the rest of the training grounds.…Brightwing Academy's academic calendar said that every month, every day had a class with the exception of two days off for any student.The student has the option of using or not using their holiday days. Every day, three classes were held. The theory class is in the morning, the physical class is in the evening, and the mana training class is in the nighttim
Selena walked along the corridor with her hands on her lips, gently nibbling on her fingers. It was something she did when she was frustrated and didn't know what to do. Selena couldn't figure out who made the scratch on the dummy. She could easily fix her dilemma if she simply questioned the students, but she didn't want any other Noble family to attract such a student's attention. 'A disciple' She had been looking for someone to teach her sword style to. And Selena had identified the ideal individual for the job. If she asked the students directly about it, every other noble family would find out. And the support of a great noble family would undoubtedly be more valuable to any student than a single Swordmaster.
"Well, we don't really need to be concerned about other groups killing more monsters than us, do we?" Henry made a comment."The kills and awards only bait. How many monsters do you believe a group can kill in a mystic rank dungeon? Perhaps 5 at most. If it's goblins, there may well be 50 to 100 of them."When Henry realized what the academy was up to, he nodded."Don't forget, they didn't say anything about students fighting with each other. So it might be acceptable, and no one will ever know. What happens in the dungeon remains in the dungeon."“Ah! Yes, I see. This is an excellent opportunity to eliminate competitors!""Well, in any case, let's go find some people to create a group with first."
Eliza and Sia entered the sword shop. It was the only shop in the market that sold sword techniques. "How come there's such a massive market and just one shop provides sword techniques?" Eliza muttered, holding something that appeared to be fried in her palm and happily devouring it. Sia couldn't help but groan as she remembered the shambles this girl had made on the way; she was too finicky. But it was just a coincidence that everyone else was busy today, and Eliza asked her to accompany her to the market. She agreed because she needed to buy supplies for the dungeon. Potions, maps, water, and a few tools will be useful during the dungeon run. Entering a dungeon meant spending at least a week there, and this time it was absolutely necessary to stay for longer periods of time. Elia would never reach the top if she wasted time going back and forth between the dungeon and her dorms. She was holding a bag with items that did not fit inside her dimensional storage. "Let's not waste
People that came to the shop shrieked and screamed, but none of them was stupid enough to flee. Aside from regular folks who spend their entire lives in the black market, the majority of the people here were students.If anyone fled towards the exit, only death awaited them. That was the location of the intruder."Get inside! Don't go anywhere!" Sia yelled. People naturally followed her words, because being distinguished made things simple.People would be hesitant to believe his or her words if he or she appeared to be ordinary and weak.I gazed at the beast, who was slowly approaching the shop. I could hear shouts here and there, which suggested that the entire black market, or at least a portion of it, was being attacked.
After dramatizing my dramatic fall to the ground, I stood back up again. Because this is just not me.What's the point in trying to act weak. I have many other ways to explain what I did to this...monster."Huff...That was close." Henry lied down on the ground as he breathed deeply.I walked close to the body.It was a mess, half of the body has been obliterated with little to no parts left for me to even look at. I can't help but be proud of how strong I have become.Just a simple combination of two moderately basic skills turned into a deadly skill that could destroy a monster like this. I was about to walk up to the corpse when I noticed pe
I was walking back towards the dorm while Henry and Eliza were taken to the infirmary.He had been severely battered, but he will be alright after the healer has treated him. Unfortunately, I cannot just heal him with my ability. It would be strange for a warrior to have a healing ability.I was walking down the corridor when I remembered something that happened a few seconds before."Hey, thank you very much." Eliza finally spoke up. She remained on the ground.It genuinely surprised me that she said that, because with her entrenched superiority ego, I felt it was impossible. But I suppose those myths about heroes rescuing princesses have some reality to them.There was no way a person would undermine someone who had saved t
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse