Drunk Lecher (1)

After resolving herself over what should be done if the 'teacher' would make a move on her. Sarah spent the rest of the time talking to Christopher while also occasionally talking to some of the other men that were Christopher's friends. Some of them were also from noble families that had ties with Christopher's family while their were also some 'commoner's' that the nobles were interested in employing after they had left the academy since the commoners are talented enough to enter the academy.

Although the recruitment of commoners isn't advertised, it wasn't admonished either since the commoners had to find a way to make a living anyway as not all of them would be suited to the life of an adventurer who risks death with every job they take. Of course they could take the low levelled jobs that have minimal risk however those jobs do not pay nearly enough to support a stable living environment.

The men of the group, of course, enthusiastically welcomed Sarah into the group and promised that they would help her should she run into trouble. Forgetting the fact that she comes from a clan that is infinitely more powerful than theirs. The womenof the group didn't bother talking to her and still looked at her with venomous stares. If stares could kill, Sarah would have already been on the trip to her next reincarnation, if she gets another chance that is.

Although she still stood out because of her exceptional beauty and aura, to Christopher's group, she seemed less unapproachable after talking to her for a bit and just realised that she is a bit cold to those that she doesn't know or like.

After half an hour of conversing the teacher still showed no signs of showing up.

"Christopher, are you sure that the teacher will actually show up? If not I will just leave instead of wasting my time here waiting on a drunkard who wastes others time because he himself is jealous of the younger generations talent." Sarah said in a cold tone as she was sick of waiting as she just wanted to learn about the sword, even if she didn't own a double-edged sword, she could still learn about the moves you can make with them and change them up to suit a single-edged sword which would broaden her style and movement pattern. Incorporating moves from a different branch of sword art's could also increase her comprehension into the way of the sword which would increase her speed in breaking past the barrier to become a sword lord.

The stench of alcohol assaulted her nose as she finished her sentences, "That's quite the sharp tongue you have their young lady.", the teacher showed up still slightly inebrieated with a sharp gaze directed towards Sarah.

Sarah unflinchingly stared back into his eyes and didn't back down. Surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment before he gave a vicious smile that made everyone around Sarah worried for her as it reminded them of the first incident where someone tried to scold the teacher for showing up drunk.

Their fear of the teacher began back when they first started.

"Sir, you should not be showing up drunk to your classes. You are afterall a part of the upper echelon of this..." The righteous and upright student was about to finsish his scolding when he was harshly interupted by a malicious voice.

"And, just who do you think you are correcting? You. Little. Ant."

Just as the teacher had finished saying 'Ant' he had rushed up to the student and gripped his head tightly squeezing it tight enough to cause pain yet not strong enough to kill as he wanted to prolong the pain as much as possible.

The student's hands flailed around hitting the teacher's arms to try and get him to release him however the damage was so negligible that it felt as if a fly was landing on his skin. Realising that his hits weren't working, the student then pulled his leg beack and quickly kicked the teacher in the family jewels.

Falling down onto the ground writhing in pain the teacher glanced up with bloodshot eyes that threatened to consume the student whole. Sacred that the teacher would make another move the student attempted to run away and get another elder to help him as this one was just crazy. The teacher seeing this bolted up, despite the pain wracking his lower half, unsheathed his sword and rushed towards the student with a speed that no one could see. In the next second all they could see was a flashing light that waved around the student's body.

Appearing out of thin air the teacher, with a malicious and bloodthirsty smile on his face, looked on as the student continued to run. A couple seconds later after the student had run off a bit towards the distance, blood started spraying from different parts of his body as he felt down to the ground. Turning around the teacher faced the rest of the student's with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"Now, lets *hiccup* get on with the lesson." No one dared to say anything in case they angerred the mad man and just quietly went into the training area.