Academy Slave Instructor

63 – Martial Arts Competition

Martial Arts Competition

Who is really the strongest? This topic is something that anyone with a weapon should think about at least once.

If you are an unmanned person, from the wide world to the affiliation you belong to, you want to test your skills.

It’s the same for academy students.

In lectures and training, we infer each other’s skills to some extent through sparring, but some people think I’m stronger in real battles or don’t show my skills, so each person’s ranking is different.

The martial arts competition solves that.

At the academy, students have the opportunity to compete with each other at the end of each semester.

Although it is not open to the public, it is of the utmost interest to academy students and they strive to prove their skills here.

Regardless of the grade, they stick together one-on-one to determine the best.

If you were a martial artist, the bloody event was the martial arts competition.

“So how far do you want to go?”

Rye lays down on the grass randomly and picks up a cookie while eating. There is no tension at all.

The four people, rags to violence under the guise of sparring, are sitting in front of Rai.

Athran and Abigail, who are covered in scars, are lying aimlessly as if exhausted, and Zeroa, who has come to her senses, only blinks as if she is still in a daze.

“If you’re going to compete, you have to aim for the best.”

At the words of Philia, who is sitting quietly, Rai chews the cookie in her mouth and replies.

“A bunch.”

“They say it in a cool way.”

“I’m talking nonsense, but of course I have to say it properly. Can you beat Violet or Sojeta, putting your seniors aside?”

At Rai’s words, Asran shut her mouth.

As he said, Violet and Sojeta are monsters recognized by everyone.

The outstanding knights praised the talent of the two in unison, and the upperclassmen are also wary.

“It’s unfortunate, but you fight a hundred times and lose a hundred times.”

“Then why did you ask?”

At Philia’s question, Rai smiled.

“Because if you want, you can raise it up to a certain level. Everyone is checking their skills. I can rise to this level, this guy is below me, etc. I’m predicting how far I’ll go in this tournament, so tell me your ranking. .”

“Not in the top 100 overall.”

“A bunch.”

“Damn, why did you tell me?”

“You’re the one who talks about realistic goals, you idiot.”

As soon as he mentioned his goal of being ranked 100th overall, Aslan gets scolded by Rai.

The martial arts competition is not an event for first graders.

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No matter how bad their grades are and how stupid they are, in a place where only the talented elite are gathered, the upperclassmen who have received quality education for several more years occupy the top spot.

Because it is the period when skills rise the fastest, the difference in skills widens even more with a one-year difference.

Except for irregulars like Violet or Sojeta, first-year students don’t have high expectations.

Most of the first year students have a strong feeling that they are competing with each other in their lower ranks.

“I want to be in the top 300 realistically.”

“Yes, then you should aim for the top 400.”

“……”

Even if the academy students who entered the academy first have an advantage in rankings, there are students at the top of each grade.

Even if it wasn’t until Violet or Sojeta, there were some who were better than others regardless of age, and even if they were first graders, they were above average.

About 600 to 700 academy students, excluding pure wizards who rarely participate, participate in the martial arts competition.

Filia, who has advanced skills in her freshman year, can easily rank in the top 300 and it’s not an unreasonable goal, but Rai says to aim for the top 400.

As Philia looked at her dissatisfiedly, Rai spoke casually.

“Because you have to throw away everything you’ve learned so far and fight only with what you learned from Selma. It’s a new overlay.”

“……”

It’s impossible.

It’s only been a month since I learned from Selma. I haven’t even mastered the basics yet, so it was nonsensical to say that I had to fight with just that.

The martial arts competition is not easy enough to fight with poor swordsmanship.

It might stay at 600 instead of 400.

“You guys seem to be mistaken about something. Martial arts competitions are just part of training.”

“Rank is not reflected in grades, but the Knights actually care.”

Martial arts tournaments are strong events, so they are not included in the grades, but the desire for strong people is the same everywhere. Of course, in order to graduate from the academy and enter a prestigious knight order, ranking in martial arts competitions is also important.

Rai smiles when he sees Philia telling her reality.

“It’s okay. After all, the last person standing is the winner.”

“……You mean look away. I understand.”

Rai was saying to throw away this martial arts tournament.

Anyway, martial arts competitions are held every year until graduation. If you get a meaningful ranking at the end, everything will be solved.

It is more helpful to quickly learn Selma’s swordsmanship in real battles than to worry about rankings in the martial arts tournament now.

As Philia understands her meaning and nods her head, Rai looks at Zero Ah this time.

“…… Will be in the top 600.”

“Ranked 400.”

“Yes? Isn’t that too high?”

Zeroa opened her eyes wide in surprise when she said that he would aim for her ranking like Philia.

For him, who is the official weakest in the academy, the ranking of 400th is too high.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you. If you don’t meet a girl like Violet because of bad Daejin luck, I’ll raise you up to 400th place.”

Despite Rai’s explanation, Zeroa doubts whether that is possible.

“Is that possible?”

When Asran asks her question on behalf of the timid Zero Ah, Rai answers with a confident expression.

“No matter how strong it is, it’s a playhouse where kids struggle with each other. Do you think it’s impossible? A kid is a kid even if he’s strong.”

Aslan thinks that Rai’s confident expression pisses him off. It was the same for everyone except Zeroa.

“Then let’s beat Violet as well.”

“It’s true that they say they fight a hundred times and lose a hundred times. At least, speak up with the skills to win at least once in ten fights. Don’t you think you need to do that much to get a taste for manipulating?”

“Is that possible?”

If you fight ten times, you win once.

The words are good, but to say that you win once by luck means that the difference in skills is huge. To be honest, Aslan is also currently in the first year, except for those two who are evaluated as monsters, anyone can come if he tells them to fight 10 times and win once.

There was no way that just that lucky one time would happen in a tournament where everything was under control.

“It’s possible. If I let you know, there’s only one chance out of 10. Because you’re kids.”

Ray put on a pissed off face once again, but he was so confident that Aslan couldn’t refute him.

Because this person was a person who said he would do it.

“Tell me too. Then isn’t it possible to make it to the top 100?”

“No, you’re not going to tell me? The only thing I can tell you is Zeroa. You guys do it yourself.”

“Why don’t you tell me, you idiot? Are you favoring private tutoring? Then why won’t Abigail tell you?”

Abigail looks at Rai as well, though she doesn’t say anything.

“Because it’s training.”

“What?”

“It’s training. First of all, I don’t need to tell you about Philia and Abigail. They’re the type to fight while analyzing the opponent, so you just have to continue. Zeroa needs to learn how to analyze now, so I’ll tell her.”

Everything was moving under the proposition of training.

As soon as their eyes met, Philia and Abigail turned into ferocious eyes and glared at each other as if they were going to kill each other.

Aslan nodded her head at Rai’s words, and realized that he was missing herself, pointing at herself and saying.

“And me?”

“What can I do? You’re too stupid to use me even if I tell you.”

“……”

“I’m kidding.”

Looking at Aslan frowning as he exhaled blood, Rai laughed lightly and said,

“But I’m a little sincere. You’re spontaneous and savage, so you don’t have the habit of analyzing your opponent. In other words, you don’t use your brain. In other words, your head is empty, and in other words…”

“That’s okay, you can stop talking.”

“Anyway, you focus on forming a habit in this martial arts competition. Thinking for yourself is better for forming a habit than letting me analyze and tell you.”

Persuaded, Aslan nodded and thought quietly.

It was Philia who admired Rai just by the fact that he was thinking about her while thinking about it.

People don’t change even if you simply tell them to think and live.

Aslan is also very talented, and his physical abilities are so much better than others that even if he strategizes a little and fights, his skills rise rapidly.

But she knew how difficult it was to get this kind of people into the habit of thinking.

When she sees the child with a different gaze, she usually looks at her with disgust.

I’m looking at you with stern eyes, but there’s a lot of expectations in my red eyes.

“You fight with your bare hands.”

“… Why?”

Unlike Aslan, he calmly asks why. His behavior is like him, but his disposition is like Philia’s.

“You’re similar to Philia. I’ll teach you a new martial art, so beat the punches of the third-class gangsters you’re using now.”

“I don’t care if you teach me a new skill.”

Philia looks at Abigail’s profile as she keeps her eyes on Rai.

She is always thirsty for learning.

In a way, she is similar to herself. She has talent but no learned skills, so she improvises on the fly.

Maybe that’s why she shows great greed for new skills and spells. She doesn’t care about rankings in martial arts competitions, and immediately nods her head at the words of a new martial art.

She is to be expected from her background.

Abigail’s tone and demeanor resemble those of her neighborhood gangsters, and most of her martial arts are crude and rough. Still, her skills are considerable.

She didn’t know how much she would grow if she properly learned from Rai and improved her skills.

“I’m going to do it roughly like this… Oh, who do you think is the strongest among you?”

Rai asks her four as Philia is lost in her thoughts.

“Me.”

“Of course I am.”

“Me.”

“Isn’t it Aslan-kun…?”

She is everything except for Zero Ah She says she is strong herself.

Then they look at each other’s faces and change into stern expressions.

“A girl from a good family doesn’t know much about the world.”

“Aren’t you too proud of yourself for getting punched in the neighborhood?”

“Why are you talking to each other except for me? Am I easy? Didn’t you hear me, Zero?”

They face each other and confront each other as if they would fight at any moment.

Rai, who started a fight with just one word, giggled, but Zeroa was embarrassed and didn’t know what to do.

“Shouldn’t there come a time when you can be confident in your skills?”

Rai speaks while holding Zeroa’s shoulder, who is waving only her arm in the air without being able to dry her properly.

“But I…”

“I know, it’s f*cking weak. But knowing yourself well and being proud are two different things.”

“……. Is that so…”

“Yes, man. Be confident.”

Zeroa belongs to the strong side outside the academy.

No matter what anyone says, he is receiving training from the academy, and has been trained by Rai for a year.

If I were to go out right now and act as an adventurer, I would go up to the intermediate level, if not the upper level. Since he is still young, if he continues to accumulate experience as an adventurer, he will be able to go beyond the advanced level and possibly even reach the top level.

But since she is in an academy that only has good kids, she lacks self-confidence.

Because Zeroa was in the academy, not the adventurer’s guild.

If she doesn’t have confidence in her skills, her sword will become dull. This would be a huge disadvantage in real life and could cost her life.

Achievements and titles are needed to fill her confidence.

And if she gets a meaningful ranking in the martial arts competition, she will fill in some of her lack of confidence. Little by little, the doubts about her abilities are erased.

If it’s his personality, he’ll have to give him achievements that will make him conceited in order to clear his doubts and build confidence at the tip of his sword.

Rai, who thinks he has a troublesome personality, plans how to raise the four people who give him private lessons.

The four grow greatly under his teachings, which complete not only technology but also mental power, but all of them are stories of the future.

“What? Hey, why do you say that?”

“Yes?”

“If I tell you, they’ll easily win? That’s true, but I’m not talking about it now.”

“Yes?”

The three fierce eyes pour toward the bewildered Zeroa.

Rai, who threw Zeroa at the three with the devil’s eyes, goes into the house giggling.

One week until the martial arts competition.

Time passes as each person prepares their best.