Training

Being called along with Patrick, Sebastian couldn't help but look at him. He still remembers that Patrick was the one who released the information about his kidnapping. And for all he knows, Patrick arrived at the Academy the same day he did. It's impossible for Patrick to have gotten this information from the clerics.

"According to my father, Count White has no connections to the Church. Much less his son..."

"Hey, your name is Sebastian, right? Pay attention here." Displeasure in his tone, Minlo interrupted Sebastian's thoughts.

As Patrick taunted him with his gaze, Sebastian quickly apologized.

"All right, all right. You guys are quite talented. To be able to master externalization in just one day... really pretty good. But there's something I need to say: running out of energy during a battle will be the end. Wasting it is taboo and extreme stupidity. There is no reason to keep the Fireblade always active. When fighting, you should only activate it when your weapons are about to touch the enemy's flesh or weapon, understand?" Minlo was serious.

"Yea!" The two young men responded quickly.

"Okay, I will attack them slowly with my sword. You must decide whether your defenses will be fast or slow. Moments before my weapon touches yours, infuse your blades with fire. With each successful strike of both of you, I will increase the velocity." Minlo unsheathed his long black-hilted sword.

Sebastian and Patrick raised their guard and waited for the attack.

Suddenly, Minlo took two big steps forward and attacked Sebastian with medium speed. Responding with the same speed, Sebastian guided his sword to parry the blow.

A few seconds before the weapons collided, Sebastian covered his sword with fire.

Clang!

A metallic sound reverberated through the arena and flames of fire spread in the area of ​​impact of the swords.

"Good reaction, but you covered your sword too soon."

With the same speed, Minlo attacked Patrick shortly thereafter. Patrick also managed to react well.

Minlo alternated between Patrick and Sebastian. As metal crashing sounds echoed through the air, he picked up speed. Patrick and Sebastian were starting to get drenched in sweat.

Clang, Clang!

Clang!

On the other side of the arena, Benjamin and Mila faced Rayan. They were already trading blows with relatively fast speed.

"Arf, Arf..." Benjamin breathed heavily, his blond hair was no longer slicked back, and his blue eyes were firmly focused on the muscular Rayan.

Slash!

Suddenly, bald Rayan attacked with great speed! There was no metal collision noise. The top half of Benjamin's sword flew away and the young man was thrown to the ground.

"Shit!" Anger and helplessness appeared on his face as he looked at Rayan.

"Boy, how big is this anger? It's normal to lose to someone stronger, we're just training. Did you really think you had any chance against me? Although I don't underestimate anyone, you're just an Iron Warrior and I'm Copper." Rayan laughed as he sheathed his sword.

"Forgive me, I got carried away with emotion." Benjamin got up from the floor and apologized a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, tube fine. You're young, it's normal to be hot-blooded. But boy, try to control yourself while fighting. At times, you were reckless to attack someone stronger and expose yourself. If this was real combat, you'd be dead. ." Rayan advised with a smile.

"Okay, that's enough. Mila and Benjamin. You are quite advanced, I recommend you train together to improve your reaction time even more." Rayan warned the two and left.

On the other side of the arena, Sebastian and Patrick were stretched out tiredly on the floor, their swords already cut some time ago.

"Although you lack killing intent, your swordsmanship is great. That's enough for today. Keep training fire control." Minlo put away his sword and returned to Dwight's side.

"Looking at how long they've been struggling with magic, these four seem to have top-notch talent and great imagination. They certainly put effort into refinement, they're not far from Iron Middle. What do you think?" Dwight, who was in the arena seats watching all the students, asked Minlo and Rayan.

"I agree with everything. The two guys I got are great. What they lack is real fighting experience, they looked too green. Should we go ahead and get them to fight the prisoners?" Minlo questioned.

"I have the same assessment of Mila and Benjamin, and while the boy gets carried away by his emotions, a real fight would let him know the consequences of being rash, fighting the prisoners would be great." Rayan nodded and agreed with Minlo.

"Hmm... let's wait two more weeks for more students, fighting those bloodthirsty guys won't be easy. Let them get experience training together. But don't worry, the Burning Academy won't grow flowers in the greenhouse. about to end for these young people..." Dwight's eyes went cold.

...

Looking at the students who failed to infuse magic into the swords, Dwight showed no mercy: "Everyone is dismissed. Two weeks later I will hold a test fight for you, everyone must participate. But don't worry, it will be easy. Your opponents will be people The only difficulty is that you must, how shall I say... kill them!" Dwight looked gravely at the students.

"So train, train hard. Minlo and Rayan will come to the arena every day to help you. You should at the very least be able to attack your opponents with magical energy infused into the sword. If you can't, hehe..." Dwight chuckled mysteriously...

Screams of fright and conversation immediately erupted in the arena.

"What? Kill!? Sam was terrified.

"Keep calm, didn't you hear what the professor said? We're going to fight ordinary people." Sebastian tried to comfort Sam.

"Damn it, Sebastian! Why are you so calm. Have you ever killed anyone before?" the boy asked with wide eyes.

Remembering what "he" did to the children in the forest. Sebastian's face turned green and he said, "Er... no. I've never killed anyone. But I came to the Elite Church School. I know what would happen here before I came, and I think you do too. So calm down. time or another we would have to do that."

Sam breathed a little easier. "You're right. I'll think I'm killing a pig, haha." Sam laughed stiffly.

Sebastian also laughed: "That's the spirit."

...

Inside the huge main building of the Academy.

Knock! Knock!

On the third floor of the building, Dwight knocked "gently" on the door of the Headmaster's office.

"In between." An aged voice came from within.

Opening the door, Dwight saw a large room with red walls and wooden floors. A small dragon sculpture was in the corner of the office, it looked fierce.

Two men were sitting on a large white sofa. One of them was old and kind with a big white beard on his face, he was dressed in an elegant black suit and a golden monocle dangling from his right eye.

The other had white hair slicked back, there was no hair on his face. He looked nonchalant.

"Hello! Mr. Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster." Dwight greeted.

"Dwight, have a seat. Why did you come here?" the bearded old man asked gently.

"Mr. Henderson, today I decided to advance the training of students early. Two weeks later, I want to pit them against criminals."

Before Mr. Henderson responded, the man with the slicked-back hair spoke in a strong tone, "Dwight, do you really want to do this? Five years ago you did the same thing and what resulted? Several students died miserably. I can't believe you want this again." ."

"Hmpf! Max, you don't have the power to decide what I do. If I'm asking the Headmaster to accept this, it's not your duty to intrude. Remember: you're just the Deputy Headmaster. And another thing: here is the main academy of the Burning Church, we don't cultivate weak people, if those students died it was because they relaxed in their training, it was their fault. My teaching method is to push them to the limit. Also, if I remember correctly, the students who graduated that year were of high quality. They are all doing great things out there." Dwight hit back hard.

Max got up from the couch and asked Mr. Henderson: "Allowing students to fight prisoners with just one month of training is a mistake! Even if our academy doesn't grow flowers in the greenhouse, many young people will die prematurely. Why not wait another month?"

"All right, boys. Calm down. Max, you're right. Many deaths could have been avoided that year and can be avoided this year. However, you have to understand that the Cathedral expects us to cultivate capable people to serve the Church. came here knowing the risks, deaths happening is natural and expected." After saying that, Mr. Henderson looked calmly at the two men and mediated the dispute.

"Dwight, you've been teaching them for so long. Although I think it's a little early, I won't question your methods. If you want to make them fight, then proceed, you have my permission." The Headmaster caressed his gold ring and, with a deep expression on his face, looked at Max, who swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Thank you, sir, you don't have to worry too much. The quality of this batch is great. If I allow them to calmly refine longer, the criminals will pose no threat to them." After giving Max a dismissive look, Dwight said goodbye to Mr. Henderson and quickly left the room.