I Became a Swordsmanship Instructor in Romance Fantasy

025. Pilot Lesson (3)

Serena, who had finished eating with the other young ladies at the restaurant, stood up and wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

“uh? Serena, where are you going?”

“Now I’m going to take my major class.”

“Already?”

“yes.”

“Serena, what is your major?”

“… … .”

At the young lady’s question, she smiled meaningfully, meaning not to ask any more questions.

It was a fact that would soon become known anyway

Serena changed into training clothes in the locker room and tied her silver hair in a bun.

The box I brought in this morning gets caught in my eyes.

‘I never said to bring a sword.’

So you will have to go naked.

I left the locker room and headed to the second gymnasium.

“Did you say Zeke Kleiman?”

“What kind of person are you? Have you ever heard of it?”

“No, I’m going into Instructor Dios’ class anyway.”

“Well, me too.”

About 20 students had already arrived at the gymnasium.

When Serena appears, everyone’s attention is focused.

“Huh!!! Three, Serena Joheiden! … … sir?”

“Really? Here?”

“Here’s a knight’s class… … .”

“no way… minor. Oh no, today’s major class!?”

As expected, I came with a strong heart, but it is burdensome.

Not the usual envy and yearning gaze, but the gaze of doubt, suspicion, and astonishment.

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Most of the people here were men.

A total of three women including myself.

Even those were people I didn’t normally interact with.

‘Looks like they’re all commoners… … .’

It was an excessively biased sex ratio, but

This is unavoidable.

Among the commoners, they either converted to soldiers for a living or

There are some women who have adventure jobs.

However, an aristocratic woman who grew up in a hothouse and grew up to be precious without being lacking was mixed with sweaty men.

Is there any reason to hunt monsters or fight with swords while drenched in blood?

Of course, female knights and female generals from aristocrats are not completely absent in this world.

But in reality there are as few as sorcerers.

In Zeke’s confession the other day, it was only natural that he initially misunderstood the general’s gender as male.

If there is one, it is usually a Korean-American baron or viscount.

Or a family that left a name for swordsmanship

She was the daughter of a family that had no male children or could not accept an adopted child.

However, the daughter of the duchy, the highest aristocrat, said she would learn the sword.

Since he had chosen the Faculty of Engineering as his major, it was natural to look at him like this.

‘it’s okay. It’s all prepared.’

The face of his father, who was trying to stop himself from holding the sword, passed by for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

Trude-

Trude-

Trude-

thud.

That man with the same cool face as usual.

Because Zeke Clayman appeared.

He brought a large box in one hand and set it down on the floor.

And in the other hand, something brown that looked like a club… … .

‘Yes? What is that… … ?’

Serena narrowed her eyes.

“Papa, bread?”

The voice came out of my mouth because it was completely unexpected.

Then, all eyes focused on her turned to the bread in Zeke’s hand.

At the end of the handle, a piece of cloth with the words ‘Heellace Bakery♥’ written on it fluttered.

The children started to mumble.

Serena suddenly remembered the time he held a flower and showed off his swordsmanship.

‘Oh no! Instructor!! Even though!!’

Did he come out with a promise to show a demonstration of swordsmanship with bread? … ?

Yes, of course the impact would be huge!

‘Is that right!?’

Serena originally planned not to pretend to know Zeke today, but

He couldn’t hide his eccentric eyes.

Zeke looked around at the students with cold eyes.

“Are we all here now?”

“The 2nd Prince hasn’t come yet.”

To that, the green-haired man standing behind him replied.

“Then you’re late, let’s start class.”

“… … waiting for a while… … . Oh no. All right.”

The green-haired man took a bite and waited in the back.

Zeke stepped forward.

“I am Zeke Kleiman, the swordsmanship instructor at Ramieli Academy.”

“… … .”

“Are you half of the first year majors who entered this time?”

“Yes, yep!”

“Okay, then let’s start class.”

Zeke opened the lid of the box he brought earlier.

“It’s a sandbag. Let each person take four.”

“uh… … . A sandbag?”

“why… … . something like that… ?”

That time when the students were making their voices embarrassed.

A group of men walked in proudly from the entrance of the gymnasium.

The boy walking in front of them drew attention even though he didn’t like it.

A leisurely gait, as if showing authority.

crooked nose. bright blue eyes.

Blond hair that flutters as if it doesn’t care about trivial things.

Even the smile that enjoys the gaze of the surroundings in the middle of the day.

It was the 2nd prince, Rosnante Leonine.

Zeke took out a pocket watch from his bosom, checked the time, and looked at them again.

“late.”

“I’m a little late for swordsmanship training.”

Rosnante says as if he agrees, but with a face that doesn’t feel sorry at all, Rosnante answers shamelessly.

Zeke stared at him intently.

The two princes also glared at him without losing.

“Class hours are not tailored to you. If you are late, you harm other students.”

“… … .”

“This is our first class, so let’s just skip it. next time don’t be late. Get the sandbags and go to your seats.”

The atmosphere in the crowd froze as if cold water had been poured on them.

Serena watched and held her breath.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with Zeke’s words.

But he is the second prince.

One of the leading candidates for crown prince and already established forces

High-ranking imperial lineage.

Another modifier is sword genius.

It was said that he was already skilled enough to win a good game even if he competed with an active driver.

It was the first day of full-fledged academy life

The 2nd prince’s fiery temper and Anhamuin’s attitude had been calm and widespread since before.

Even in other common class times, his tardiness was already accepted by everyone, including the faculty, as if it were natural.

Zeke was the first to point out this.

‘Instructor, what are you going to do… … .’

Serena looked at Zeke with worried eyes.

*

Zeke looked at the 2nd prince with a sad look.

‘Nice to meet you. It’s a baby. ‘

He finally met the culprit who threw him into the romance world.

‘Ah, this bastard also has a blonde head. -1 point.’

Of course, from the other side’s point of view

He just cut himself, and he couldn’t stand it when he saw that, and the person who wrote the 5,700 character comment could say that he did something wrong, but

I didn’t follow the series and harass the author, I just wrote it once while watching it!

While scratching peppers at home like that, Sieg suddenly fell into the romance world.

I can’t help but feel good about him.

Personally, I wanted to drag it into a back alley right now and shake it off, but

Now Zeke knows. That this world needs a cause.

‘Yeah, but since I’m the 2nd prince… … . And I have to bring him into my class too.’

If you do as you please, the imperial soldiers may rush in and you may have to fight the empire alone.

Such a dark fantasy-style development is no longer a specification.

However, if there is a proper justification, wouldn’t it be okay to hold on to the head and spin the triple axel three times?

This took a bit of checking.

‘Tsk. It’s over for now.’

Zeke finished by carving the second prince firmly in his eyes.

‘Let’s start with class. weakly. weakly. for now… … . Based on the body, let’s roll about half of it.’

Zeke said to the students, reflecting on his promise inwardly.

“Let’s start with physical training by warming up.”

* * *

mandible –

Ugh-

Ugh-

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My breath fills up to the tip of my chin.

A ragged breath came out of nowhere.

A bag of sand grabs my ankle heavily, as if trying to drag it to the bottom.

I have the same pocket on my wrist

The figure with both arms hanging down was like a zombie, an undead monster.

‘How long will this be like this!’

The 2nd prince, Rosnante, grinded his teeth thoroughly while sweating profusely as if it were raining.

There was no composure at first, and her brilliant blonde hair was wet like a damaged seaweed stem.

“Ouch! Huh Eok. Huh Eok. I’m dying. Sibal.”

“crane. crane. Aigoo… … .”

“hehehe. hehehe. Whoo-!”

Aristocratic students groaning and lifting their heavy feet beside him.

They were dignified nobles, and their appearance was no different from that of commoners who were already training together.

Now all the students were shuffling their feet instead of running.

“What are you doing. Run.”

“Kkeuh! Oh, it hurts!”

From behind, the swordsmanship instructor followed, stabbing the lagging student in the back with a baguette and urging him in a ruthless voice.

‘I came to find out about the sword, I didn’t come round and round like this!’

A swordsmanship instructor is a person who teaches swordsmanship.

Rosnante also knew the importance of basic fitness.

But that’s what I personally do on my own time.

It is too much interference for a person who teaches a sword to even get involved in basic training.

In addition, ignorant training to this extent does not make the body strong, but only destroys it.

‘That damn baby… … .’

I didn’t like the thick first impression.

Aren’t you casually insulting in front of other students?

Even the absurd appearance of carrying baguette bread as a weapon.

I felt repulsive from the idea of wearing these things all over my body.

I accepted it to judge after listening to his class.

This shape is like this.

Had he ever been treated like a beggar by anyone in his life?

No, in a nutshell.

The noble do not roll in the dirt like the lowly.

‘I am of imperial lineage, the second prince. It’s Rosnante Leonine! How dare you dare to be a swordsmanship instructor!!’

At that time, the son of the count who was walking next to me said.

“Heh, Heck, 2nd, 2nd Prince Your Highness. hehehe. What is this, what should be done, is not it?”

“Ugh. Ugh. wait. just finished running me, i will go Ugh.”

“hehehe. alright, alright hehehe.”

“Hey, stop talking and move your feet.”

Zeke intervened from behind.

fast.

Grinding his teeth, Rosnante moved his feet.

‘That dog-like bastard!!!’

Finally, after running 25 laps in the gymnasium, the physical training was over.

Aristocrats, commoners, and students sit down on the floor.

He drew in a rough breath.

“I can’t do it any more-“

“I think it’s going to be sticky… … . The sky must have been originally yellow.”

“Turn it off… … .”

The sound of pain and moaning filled the gymnasium, but Zeke only spoke with a heartless face.

“Tsk, this is taking too long.”

At that moment, something snapped in the second prince’s head.

He glared at Zeke and jumped up from his seat.

‘As expected, there’s nothing as reliable as this when a madman is on my side!’

The students looked at the second prince with expectant eyes.

Zeke looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“What?”

“We came to learn the sword.”

“Yes, I know.”

“This kind of training only breaks the body! Besides, a swordsmanship instructor doesn’t teach swords from the first day and overworks the students’ bodies through training, this is overkill!”

Students nodded as if in agreement with that statement.

Zeke looked back at those words and said.

“Eric.”

“… … Yes.”

“Is it an oversight for a swordsmanship instructor to do physical training?”

“… … That is… … .”

In fact, strength training itself is not an overkill.

The right to teach all swordsmanship was entrusted to Zeke,

The method of teaching is also determined by him.

However, there was no precedent for physical training in normal swordsmanship lessons.

Because it is a place where children of high powers are students,

In other swordsmanship classes, the class mainly taught only the sword itself.

For this reason, sandbags, a training item, were also provided, but this was the first time they were used.

Glance. Looking at the second prince, Zeke whispered to Eric again.

“You go to the principal’s office right now and call the principal. You don’t like to have accidents. I will come when you call.”

Eric’s eyes widened, then he nodded and limped out of the arena at a brisk pace.

‘Ever since I trained, I predicted it by looking at it. It’s a baby. Are you having a seizure because you can’t stand anything like this? … .’

Zeke turned his head again.

‘But, seeing what he’s doing right now, it seems like he wants to fight with me… … . Shall we just put the principal as a witness?’

It was a random thought, but it wasn’t bad.

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Most of the nobility here are the second prince’s daughters.

Even if it’s a fair duel

If he wanted to, he could incite them and put Zeke in trouble.

But what if the duel is notarized in the name of Ramieli Academy?

His competitor, the 1st prince, is also attending the academy, and there are nobles who are not his followers.

They should be able to secure the legitimacy of the duel.

In addition, if you ask the principal, you will be able to find out how much you can lose when sparring with the imperial family.

‘No matter how much it is, it seems a little lacking in justification for the instructor to fight the royal student first… … . And how do I bring this guy into my class and make him compliant… … .’

Zeke narrowed his eyes and looked at his blond hair.

‘Let’s stimulate it a little for now.’

“From what I hear, it’s not over-the-counter. All rights in the teaching method are mine. This is an inviolable right for you as a student.”

“… … .”

“I understand what you think. After all, physical training is something you do separately. In the swordsmanship class, you only need to learn the sword. Isn’t that what you think?”

“… … you’re right.”

“But is that a story that people who are so exhausted after only 25 rounds of the gymnasium can say that?”

Rosnante’s head heated up at Zeke’s provocation.

‘They didn’t even fill the sandbags!’

This guy has no idea what the problem is.

“Then, is it natural to run with a sandbag!? If the students’ bodies are damaged, will the instructor take responsibility!?”

“Yes, I am responsible.”

“I mean that!”

Furious and seething anger.

I can’t stand it any longer.

Originally, I hadn’t intended to do this.

After all, a person with no skills is just trying to kill the students’ spirit in the beginning.

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My skills have already surpassed the level of an academy instructor.

If you come in with a moderate bow like other professors

Even if he was weaker than me, he was willing to learn.

It seemed like I shouldn’t have put it into words.

“Zeke Kleiman, I challenge you to a duel.”

Rosnante chewed his lips and said.

Zeke nodded at those words.

“That is half the word.”