The First Battle,

"God damn this otherworld mother fuckers!"

Another fucking week has passed by in a jiffy but we have still learned nothing, All we have ever been doing throughout this entire week in the combat classes was nothing but sword-swinging, duck-walking, and repeat.

Most of us have already lost the initial interest that we had in the combat class and now we are mostly just coming to the class because it's mandatory.

People have already started complaining to the academy's authorizes to change the teacher for the combat class or not to make it mandatory or at least not make them attend the combat class daily basis.

But the academy's authorizes had still not given them a favorable reply to their complaints. And they are as always seem to be still trying to play their silent card.

Because of the heavy physical and mental exhaustion from the combat class, people can't concentrate properly on their other tasks or classes.

And not to mention people have to attend another two classes.

Well, I do not have such obligations or ordeals but the others have to attend both morning classes and evening classes. And especially the evening classes where the students are supposed to be dancing.

People aren't even able to walk to the dining area to have their lunch and you want them to dance. But seems like the evening classes teacher isn't going to leave them off the hooks just because they are tired.

And, the Whore that teaches the evening class does look like the kind of person who wouldn't take others' opinions into consideration while making a decision.

Seems like my guess was totally spot on and the bitch was really that sort of person, so the students had to go experience hell back to back every day and this had started affecting their engagement in morning classes as well.

Well, my situation isn't that great either but unlike others, I have the right to decide whether to attend a class or not. And since I decided not to attend both the morning and evening classes, I have been using this time to rest and improve my language skills.

And when other students found out that I'm free from attending both morning and evening mandatory classes they were jealous. I can see the hostility in their eyes every day.

"Hahaha, sucks to be you bitches!"

But seriously, these guys are idiots, they don't know what kind of Golden opportunity they are wasting and how much someone like me wants to be able to receive all these benefits and privileges they are enjoying.

Take the boost in status and the ability to read, write & communicate with the native people who have been living in another world in their language.

I don't really understand what the gods see in these useless assholes? Am I not even comparable to these kinds of worthless people who knew nothing but to complain or is my condition is that serious that even the Gods can't do something?

Not wanting to lose my confidence, I forbid myself from thinking further about that topic.

And even with all the bitching and moaning people have started being able to complete the entire combat class without fainting. And their advantages as a 'chosen' candidate are starting to reveal more and more by each day.

They haven't noticed it yet but it is going to be the case for a long and most of them have already reached a level on par with me. So I have to step up the game a little bit.

So in order not to lose my initial lead and advantages, I am obligated to work twice as hard as myself.

By the second day, I have started wearing heavy armor when I'm going for my swimming sessions or to the combat class and I have even started eating twice the amount of food I had before to keep my body's nutrients with the intense workouts.

By the fourth day, I have decided to stop meditating for intervals and started trying to swing the sword inside the pool submerging myself.

At first, it was hard to even make a few sword swings inside the pool fully submerged since I had returned to the surface to take a breath but after finding a diving mask that obstacle had been easily overcome and now I'm able to stay under and swing sword until I'm dead tired.

Just like every exercise, there has been no immediate impact until now but I'm sure I would be able to get favorable results soon enough.

But if you ask why am I so angry with that sadistic old bastard?

That Damn old bastard laughed at my face and he even made fun of me in front of the entire class when I tried to ask my doubts about the skill 'Star slicer' and called it a useless trash skill.

Well, I know it was not an outstanding skill since it was in the lower levels of the public library but to outright call it trash is like an insult to both the skill and its user 'The Great Me'.

I am not someone who would really hold a grudge but this old bastard with his attitude had actually managed to tick me off.

Just as I was expecting today to be a usual day where we are made to go through hell by the Senile old man who enjoys tormenting others.

The old bastard announced that today's class would be our first actual combat class with combat in it.

"Since you guys have been acting like pussies and went to complain about the class to the authorities.

I would give you a chance to redeem yourself but the offer stands only for today, and If you are unable to fulfill the condition you lot should shut your pieholes and follow my instructions without any complaints.

Am I clear "

Seems like the authorities have made the move after not being able to handle the continuous bitching from our class.

The moment he said that the entire class started whispering among themselves. But soon one of the brave souls raised his hands to raise the issue that everyone was pondering about.

" Excuse me, Mr.Clark isn't your explanation a little vague and you haven't even told us about what the task is "

Hearing the student question him, With a smile on his face Clark looked at yhe student and said,

"Looks like you guys aren't just having a few pussies, but also have some smart pants among your rank.

Listen carefully you Smart pants, since you guys were so eager to fight and wanted an actual combat class then that's what you guys will exactly have.

So the chance I'm giving you today is to defeat me in a one-on-one mock battle.

How is it easy right? "

The entire arena turned pin-drop silent, everyone had their eyes on Clark, with wide eyes looking at him as if they were looking at a demon.

The moment he said one-on-one mock battle, almost all of us felt like our souls escaping our bodies.

And our hearts and blood which were burning in the flames of liberation had suddenly turned cold which made our complex turn pale.

Looking at our pale dead fish expression Clark started laughing out loud and immediately added,

" No need to worry, To make this a fair fight I will lower my level, even handicap myself so I won't be using both my hands and will only use one hand to perform nothing but the sword swings I thought you for the past few days.

And for the dual, I won't be the one to judge your performance, another instructor from the academy will watch over the battles.

And even after all this advantage if you people don't even have the guts to stand up, you guys should just shut up and follow my instructions with no question asked. "

This wily old fox is simply trying to toy with us even if he says that he has been handicapped that doesn't mean we have the slightest chance to win.

And I'm pretty much sure that the power gap between a candidate level and a warrior level is not something that could be overcome by a nerf and not to mention his years of battle experience and the number of life or death situations he must have faced.

Seems to me, that the old man just didn't like the fact that we complained about him to the authorities and was being inquired by the authorities, which must have infuriated him, and now he wants us to pay for that.

His personality right now really reminds me of a certain someone, a despicable bastard back on Earth, whose face I don't actually want to remember.

Before I knew it I had already started giving the instructor a hateful glare.

And that is how my very first battle to death was fought against a senile old man.

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