A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 438



437 – Parents (3)

When they heard that Lord himself would be the judge, the students began preparing without a word.

Who could object? A great man, even a blacksmith, is personally in charge of judging.

Students, of course, and parents won’t be able to raise objections. Even if they did, it would be something other than grades.

So what do the assistants do? It’s simple. They just score the loads and that’s it.

If you grade it similar to road, you get a high score. It’s very reasonable.

But it may be reasonable for other people, but not for me. To be honest, it’s disadvantageous.

“Kara.”

“Huh? What do you have to say?”

“How do you grade it?”

I have no idea how to rate things. I prefer to move my body rather than my head.

The type where instinct comes before thought. So I have no idea how to rate things.

Of course, I can cover it to some extent since I’ve learned so far······ but it’s still difficult.

“Is it okay if I just give it a valid rating?”

“Well, it’s a valid hit, but I think it’s more important who won the water fight.”

“Hmm······”

That’s the problem. Given the nature of Lord, he’ll likely prioritize a fight over a valid hit.

I’m weak in the water fight she mentioned. It’s not even an empty promise.

The type that creates an opening before the opponent engages in a water fight. The mindset is to hit once and then hit twice.

“You don’t have to worry too much.”

While I was pondering, a familiar voice interrupted me.

When I turned my head, Karasu was facing me with his signature good-natured smile.

The guy who hit my head hard and ran away. I wanted to hit him once, but I held back.

“Someone once said, ‘I’ve never painted a picture in my life, but I know how to evaluate a picture.’ That’s what I think.”

“He’s right. And Shivar, you don’t have to do well, right?”

That’s right. Even though it was an internship, I didn’t necessarily have to do well.

It’s just that I’m a little bit conscious. It’s not because of the parents who came from a faraway country.

I was a little worried whether Lord would satisfy my evaluation. I guess I have no choice but to work hard.

‘Yeah. It would be better if it was a points system.’

That’s when I thought about it.

“I changed my mind. I think it would be better for you to describe things rather than give points.”

“What do you mean? You’re suddenly asking me to describe it?”

“That’s exactly what it is. We watch the sparring and give feedback on each student’s strengths and weaknesses.”

But the test, or rather the practical test, changed from multiple choice to descriptive.

I wondered what on earth this was, but Lord’s explanation was actually quite reasonable.

“Could it be that your eyes are better than mine? It would be better for both of us if you described it rather than me being the standard.”

“Isn’t it bad to be too humble?”

Kara said in a tone of disbelief. I wholeheartedly agreed with her.

The strongest person here, and the one who cannot be matched in psychological warfare, is Lord.

It’s natural to feel shocked when someone like that says something like that.

“No. The world should always be viewed with a broad perspective. Didn’t I just come back from the dead a while ago?”

“No matter what······ Will it be okay? I feel like I’ll be nitpicking for no reason.”

“You don’t have to worry about the evaluation itself, since only the professors will look at it. Feel free to use it.”

That’s why I’m even more worried. I swallowed my words.

I thought about just writing it down and ending it, but······ Lord will scold me severely.

I have no choice but to work hard. I just have to put in all the knowledge I have and put in the effort.

“Grandpa······”

I was about to call him Grandpa without realizing it. There are too many people watching right now.

If I call him friendly for no reason, he might get annoyed. He’s already focused on me.

You’ve done so much for me so far, I can’t bother you any more. We need to sort out our titles first.

“······President.”

When I looked around and called him the president, Lord’s eyes widened.

Then he stroked his beard, thought about something, then smiled and opened his mouth.

“Tell me.”

“Do I have to use them all?”

“You don’t have to write for all the students. It’s okay to just read the sparring of the students you’re interested in.”

Each student will have 2-3 sparring matches. The sparring partners are all random.

There was concern that it could incite unnecessary conflict, but rather, deciding arbitrarily would incite more conflict.

As I said before, the East is a country with a very conservative culture. People are extremely reluctant to expose their skills.

Therefore, in order to prevent ‘rigged’ sparring, we have no choice but to rotate everything randomly.

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‘It’ll take quite a while.’

It takes about 10 minutes to complete the course. And the class I am teaching as an assistant has 30 students.

There will be at least 30 sparring sessions, and the training period will last until tomorrow.

The training ground is an indoor training ground, not a special training ground or a regular training ground. The reason it is not done outside is simple.

“It’s so hot that we have no choice but to play indoors.”

“Well, it’s been really hot lately.”

This is because if we hold a duel outside in front of parents, there is a risk of heatstroke patients emerging.

Since the academy has four distinct seasons, it gets really hot in the summer. The only good thing is that the humidity is low.

After all preparations were completed, the sparring between the students began.

The teaching assistants, including me, also watched from the stands, or more precisely, from a place far from the parents.

“I’ll tell you in advance, but excessive enthusiasm is a no-no. Aren’t you students who will be living face to face with each other?”

“yes.”

“······That’s right.”

The first duel was between those from the East. The problem was that it was a duel between those from the Huan Empire and those from the Federation.

Their awkwardness with each other was clearly evident on their faces. No matter how random it may be, this doesn’t seem right.

Regardless, Lord stepped back after checking that each student was fine.

Then, Lord instructed the students to prepare, then put his hand to his mouth.

-Whew!

A clear whistle filled the arena. It was the signal for the start of the match.

At that sound, the students each grabbed their weapons and stood in battle stance. Each weapon was a sword and a dagger.

I watched the sparring in silence. It would be difficult for them to inflict fatal wounds on each other since they were practice weapons without a single blade.

‘I don’t know if it’s because it pokes the eye or a vital spot.’

It’s such an obvious attack that it’s really dangerous. I wonder what will happen.

-Chaeng! Chaeng!

Soon, their weapons clashed and a fierce battle began.

On the surface, it’s a very ordinary sparring match. None of their unique techniques have been revealed yet.

Honest fight. Honest moves. Honest moves. Nothing felt special, but it couldn’t be called bad.

‘Everyone has outstanding fundamentals.’

In particular, his footwork is no joke. He pretends to go forward but then goes backwards to gain distance, or uses it in reverse.

It was a fight that clearly demonstrated the martial arts skills that had been honed over time. It felt right when I saw it from this far away.

But not everything is perfect. Each one has its own set of definite shortcomings.

‘Those from the Hwan Empire have a high center of gravity, and those from the Federation are thoughtful.’

What’s wrong with having a high center of gravity? It increases the chance of losing balance and falling.

If you think too much, your reaction speed will be slow and you may be hit by an unexpected attack. In addition, there are many other disadvantages.

Even if you somehow cover it up with basics and defense, your weakness will be revealed at some point.

-Ttaaak!

“Ugh!”

Eventually, the Federation, who had become more thoughtful, struck him with a blow. The tip of the sword pierced his stomach.

Even for someone like me who is somewhat of a martial arts newbie, it was a noticeable hit, so it must have taken a lot of points off.

Moreover, sighs were heard from the parents. It was a regrettable reaction.

‘Still, it’s fortunate that there is no truth like last time.’

I don’t know how Lord handled it, but there were no parents who openly criticized him.

I heard that the parent who committed the racist act last time was expelled from the academy.

Since this was an incident that only tarnished the image of the Federal Government, it is unlikely that they will show their faces for a while.

-Bam!

This time, I fell on the side of the Hwan Empire. It was a moment of crisis, but I barely escaped by rolling over.

Since then, there have been many battles and demonstrations, showing off each other’s skills and making it a pleasure to watch.

From my perspective, it seemed like it was just flashy and had no substance. In fact, this was largely due to Lord’s influence.

Rather than wasting time learning flashy martial arts, or secret techniques, it’s best to master the basics to the extreme.

I’m not saying this to belittle the skill, but because it’s too late for me to learn. It’s practical advice.

‘If it were me, I would have kicked it with my foot.’

Perhaps because of the idea of ​​sparring, he hardly ever used martial arts. He only used swordsmanship to decide the outcome.

Taekwondo is a very useful martial art in close combat, of course, only when up close.

This is how I felt when I dueled with Hector in Tartar. I got beat up the first time.

-Chae-Ang!

“Oh, like that.”

“It’s dangerous.”

While I was thinking about something else for a moment, there was a noise and shouts of surprise were heard from various places.

When I looked at the training ground, the upper body of the student of the Huan Empire was empty. This was because both hands were raised high into the sky.

And the Federal Student took advantage of that gap. The problem was that the tip of the sword was pointed at a rather dangerous area.

The tip of the sword was sharply directed at the vital point, that is, the navel, as was customary in the past. If this were to happen, it could result in considerable injury.

“Up to here.”

But Lord is not one to just sit back and watch. He approaches and gently grabs the arm of the Federation student.

Although it looked like he was holding it weakly, the student who was casting the stabbing spell froze in that state.

Judging from the surprised look on his face, he didn’t seem to know that Lord would stop him directly.

“That’s it for the sparring. You both worked hard. Let’s greet each other politely.”

The sparring was over. The two students greeted each other politely as instructed by Lord.

However, it was a match where the outcome was clearly decided. Unlike the bright expressions of the Federation students, the expressions of the Hwan Empire students were dark.

What worries me the most is the student’s parents. How can they comfort a student whose pride has been hurt?

“Don’t be upset! You did a great job!”

As soon as that thought occurred to me, someone in the stands where the parents were sitting shouted:

Was it a familiar voice? The student who had been lowering his head slowly raised it.

“I taught you that! Raise your head proudly! There is still a chance!”

The greatest encouragement a parent can give, and at the same time a cry filled with the pride typical of a nobleman.

Perhaps he gained strength from that shout. The student’s dark expression became determined. It seemed as if he would never give up next time.

It was a duel between a winner and a loser, but no one seemed to be heartbroken. I nodded as I watched them.

‘I’m jealous.’

I was a little, no, very jealous.

It’s nice to have someone who can encourage you like that.

‘I wish I didn’t know the language.’