A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 437



436 – Parents (2)

You must have had a delicious lunch, now it’s time to rest.

The professor will probably think about doing a separate practical training session tomorrow. I feel a little guilty, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Actually, I wish it could just end like this, but unfortunately, that’s difficult. This is a situation that has unintentionally attracted attention.

‘It’s like they advertised that they’re not only good at fighting, but also at infiltration.’

I don’t even need to watch the video to see the rating go up. That’s why I don’t go out and just stay in my room.

I think that strange rumors will spread sooner or later. The East in particular will be paying close attention.

I’m already excited to see what happens in the next episode.

“Is it okay to write it like this?”

“Yes. It is important to state your refusal in a polite way.”

I should write a reply first. I wrote the letter under Grace’s guidance.

The letter is addressed to the imperial family of the Huan Empire, which is, of course, a place with many shady corners.

You may ask what kind of letter the Imperial Household receives, but nothing is impossible. If you send it with this letter, it is certainly possible.

Of course, I didn’t accept the offer or anything like that, I just politely expressed my intention to reject it.

“It’s amazing every time I see it.”

“what?”

“This is Mr. Shivar’s handwriting. It’s really neat.”

Grace said in admiration. I checked my handwriting after hearing that.

I just wrote it haphazardly, but I’m not sure if it’s pretty. It’s closer to neatness than pretty.

And I don’t know if it’s my taste, but I prefer other handwritings to this one. The so-called handwritings of adults.

‘I remember trying hard to copy my parents’ signatures in the past.’

Adult handwriting has its own unique characteristics. It may seem sloppy, but it has a mature feel to it.

A handwriting that moves smoothly rather than being stiff or direct. This is a technique that is extremely difficult to imitate.

“Grace is pretty too.”

“Not as much as Mr. Shivar. Besides, Mr. Shivar hasn’t been writing for very long, right?”

“No. Not the font.”

“yes?”

“face.”

“··· ···”

Grace’s face began to turn bright red at the joke mixed with sincerity. The redness stood out against her white skin.

I wrote my closing remarks honestly, word for word, regardless of whether I did or not. Now, I’ll just send this and I’m done.

I don’t know if it will reach the royal family, but since I only responded to the offer, there shouldn’t be a problem.

“Hmm! Hmm! Mr. Shivar? Where did you learn such a thing?”

“why?”

“I want to cover you up······ No. This is not it.”

I think you just said you wanted to cover, am I wrong?

As I blinked, Grace noticed my expression and continued speaking with difficulty.

Although he seemed to be maintaining his composure somehow, it was difficult to hide his bright red face.

“You shouldn’t say things like that so easily… It’s not that you should, but it’s better to refrain from saying them.”

“why?”

“Just······ Anyway, there is something like that!”

Grace was throwing a tantrum, unable to think of anything to say. I just let it go.

I heard Grace muttering something like, “This isn’t it…” but I tried to ignore it and finished preparing the letter.

The letters to be sent to the Imperial Court of the Huan Empire have also been completed. That’s all for today.

‘Can I just send it to the post office?’

It’s getting late, so I think I’ll send it tomorrow. The post office is closed right now.

After that, we finished a simple dinner and the darkness of the night began to fall.

Since it was night, I thought about going to Dan Ye-rin in the next room, but I put it off.

‘Because someone might be watching.’

It is a widely known fact that Dan Ye-rin is in the room right next to me. Even the people from the East know it.

There will definitely be people watching, so if you go meet them and get caught, it’s obvious you’ll have a headache.

Dan Ye-rin also knows this, so she hasn’t pretended to know recently. She just listens to the class and that’s it.

‘I wish it would go quickly.’

I wish time would fly by. After work today, I’ll have to take the final exam again.

Since you said you don’t need a teaching assistant for the final exam, I guess we’ll just take it with our class.

I stared blankly up at the ceiling, where shapes were gradually appearing, and then looked to the side. Grace was fast asleep.

“··· ···”

I stared at her blankly and then hugged her without saying a word. Grace smiled when I hugged her.

It’s obvious that I’m sleeping, but how can I tell so easily? Do I sense it through body temperature? I don’t know.

“··· ···”

I stared blankly at Grace and then quietly closed my eyes.

I think the loneliness goes away a little bit when I hug you like this. I’ve been feeling strangely lonely lately, but it feels like it’s being healed.

‘Why on earth?’

No matter how much I think about it, I still don’t get it.

*****

The next morning dawned. As morning came, the day began.

The day starts as usual with heading to the classroom and starting the morning assembly.

After the morning theory is over, the teaching assistants and I head to the first-year classroom. They will probably tell us what kind of practical training we will be doing.

Any kind of practical training would be fine, but I hope it’s not just passive. The professors will take that into account.

“Is everyone here? Then I’ll explain the practical training we’ll be doing today. The practical training we did yesterday has been invalidated after discussion with the professors, so don’t worry.”

Dis glanced at me as he spoke. I avoided his gaze as I had committed a sin.

Still, I was a little excited because he said he had prepared another practical training. I wonder what kind of practical training he had thought of in that short period of time.

You must have worked overtime planning that internship. Just look at that tired face.

Not only Dis, but the other professors also had tired faces, so I could tell.

“The theme of this practice is······sparring.”

“Sparring?”

“Isn’t it too easy?”

“Suddenly a duel?”

The students were in an uproar when they heard that the theme of the practical training was sparring. Not only the students, but also the parents who were watching from afar were in an uproar.

I couldn’t help but be puzzled because it was something I had never expected. A duel in an already conflicting situation?

If we’re going to keep each other in check, what’s the difference between that and having a fight? I just couldn’t understand it.

“Quiet! Listen to what I have to say! My story isn’t over yet!”

“··· ···”

The murmur of diss died down in an instant. Seeing him say something like that, it seems like there’s something going on.

Dis looked around the room and made eye contact with the parents behind him.

Then he cleared his throat and started talking about the real topic.

“I said the theme was sparring, but it will be different from the sparring you know. I will only use technique, not strength.”

“technology?”

“You’re saying we’re fighting only with technique? Isn’t that what sparring is?”

That also sounds like a restraining remark to me, but am I mistaken? I am the type to deal with force rather than technique.

The mindset of hitting someone once and hitting them hard in return. It’s a tactic that actually works well, so I use it a lot.

“No matter how fancy your martial arts skills are, no matter how excellent your weapon is, if it doesn’t hit, it’s meaningless. As the Eastern proverb goes, it’s like a shining apricot.”

“··· ···”

“Or maybe you could call it a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.”

Some students showed signs of discomfort at Dis’s sharp explanation. It must be uncomfortable for them, as they are students with strong self-esteem.

Of course, Reina and Diana were exceptions. Reina blinked because she didn’t know the proverb, and Diana just didn’t care.

It’s a statement that touches the pride of students from the East. At the same time, it touches the nerves of parents watching from behind.

‘Why are you saying that?’

I don’t understand why you would say something like that in a situation where there is already a lot of conflict. It’s practically close to provocation.

While I was wondering to myself, Dis continued speaking with a sly smile.

“Do you know what the easiest way to win a fight is to hit without getting hit?”

“··· ···”

“It may sound low-level, but as the old saying goes, the simple things are the hardest.”

Hitting without hitting. It may sound like a really funny thing to say.

But in reality, it is the most difficult method, and only one person has mastered that fighting style.

A swordsman with incredible ability to see through people’s minds, Lord Swordsman.

While Lize uses a strong body as a base and uses a tank-like tactic, Lord is more of a dodge-style.

Even getting hit by just one blow can have dire consequences, so it’s no wonder he’s hailed as the Sword Master.

‘He’s just good at fighting.’

Swordsmanship is more of an auxiliary skill, and the Lord is more of a person who is well-versed in combat itself.

As I said before, his swordsmanship is very simple and easy to learn even for beginners.

“The key to this match is how many effective hits you can land on your opponent, and how much damage you can inflict when you subdue them. You could think of it as a sort of scoring system.”

“Point system?”

“Is it advantageous to hit a lot?”

The students grumbled at the explanation of the point system. It seemed like it was the first time they had heard of it.

At first I didn’t know what he meant, but I was soon able to think of something similar.

‘Is this something that often appears at the Olympics?’

A representative example would be fencing. I remember watching it and finding it quite entertaining.

Not only fencing, but also judo, taekwondo, wrestling, etc., many fighting disciplines include a scoring system.

But this scoring system, especially one that is scored by people rather than machines, had a fatal flaw.

“Is the professor grading the papers?”

“That’s too subjective. And there are professors from the Hwan Empire.”

“Is this going to be blatantly biased?”

It’s far from being objective. It can’t be helped because people are the ones making the decisions.

Moreover, since even the parents are watching, the professors who are in charge of judging will also feel pressured.

When I wondered why on earth they had adopted this approach, Dis said:

“For your information, the judge will be the president.”

“··· ···”

“Is anyone complaining?”

No one could object to that one word.

‘He’s not a professor for nothing.’

It was all planned out.