novelraw Chapter 90 : Chapter 90
Chapter 90 : Chapter 90
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After clearing away the fainted green-haired man, the class proceeded.
'I'll have to contact Yuria later to heal him.'
The first class was on the contents of the basic swordsmanship manual.
Since Avril had already taken my basic swordsmanship manual and distributed it in the capital.
Considering various issues, it was the most reasonable to proceed with this class.
However, with some appropriate limitations.
"I think my stance is a little strange."
At the man's words, I called one of the teaching assistants.
"Number 2!"
At my shout, the man who used a hammer walked over with a stooped posture.
He was a man whose body seemed to be about half muscle and half fat, with chubby cheeks and a triple chin.
"Spread your legs."
The man who had asked the question and the teaching assistant spread their legs together.
"That's enough."
I tapped the teaching assistant's leg.
The teaching assistant's leg stopped, and the man, watching the teaching assistant, hesitantly moved his legs as well.
"Your standing foot is important. Especially your heel. The way you are placing your heel right now is a bit different. Do you usually have trouble using your right gluteal muscles?"
"Huh? What's this about using your gluteal muscles well?"
"I can see that your right thigh turns slightly outwards every time you walk. If your pelvis is twisted like that when you walk, you'll put a little more force from your stomach to the soles of your feet when you exert strength. Your contracted muscles won't stretch well either."
At my explanation, the man looked at me with an 'is that so?' expression.
However, since he didn't offer any rebuttal, it seemed the performance I had shown earlier had worked properly.
"With your heel planted firmly, the force goes here. Through the knee, to the front thigh. You have to think of it as rebalancing your sense of balance."
I moved the teaching assistant's body and poked various places.
The man groaned and stared at the teaching assistant.
It was a gaze that could pierce through him.
"Can't you do it directly on my body?"
"Unfortunately, there are too many people here. If we are to train everyone within a month, it's better to train them through the teaching assistants. And since you mercenaries live together even when I'm not here, it'll be good for reviewing, won't it?"
"Review, yes. Review. We have to live together."
That mumbling, it doesn't really seem to mean that they'll get along well.
"Take a look at my body too."
"Yes, I'm coming."
I left the man behind and moved to look at another person.
I glanced back and saw about five people gathered around the number 2 teaching assistant, staring at him.
One person had his arm around the teaching assistant's shoulder as if to talk to him about something, and even at a glance, it was clear that the teaching assistant was completely terrified.
"Take a look at me too."
The person who asked this time was a female mercenary.
She was missing one eye, like Sordian, and had two whips coiled around her left hip.
"Number 1!"
At my shout, the number 1 teaching assistant ran over.
She was a small-statured woman, and her slender, well-balanced body had a feeling of tightly packed muscle on the inside.
It was clearly muscle that had been specially trained to thrust a sword with a sense of speed.
"It's hard on my shoulders and sides if I do it like the teacher said. Is this right?"
"I'll show you. Could you get into the basic stance?"
At my words, the number 1 teaching assistant immediately took a stance.
Thanks to having moved around and taken stances, she easily took the basic stance.
This is why I use experienced teaching assistants.
"I believe this is the part you were talking about, is that correct?"
I pointed to the part from the elbow up the arm.
"That's right. How did you know?"
"It seems you were injured in the past. The angle of rotation you use for your arm is unnatural. You used a potion, not a cleric's healing, right? It seems your arm dislocates often too."
"Are you a doctor? Were you originally a military doctor, not a teacher?"
"In that situation, the core muscles from the back to the waist are important when moving your elbow."
I went behind her and pointed to a few muscles.
Of course, it was on the teaching assistant's body, not the person who had asked the question.
"Can't you tell me exactly?"
"The reason I'm showing you through the teaching assistant is so that you can see the position of the muscles that are difficult for me to see directly and incorporate it into your own style."
"You can tell just by looking?"
"I could tell by looking."
The woman who had asked fell silent.
I don't know why she had a displeased expression.
My students all absorbed and understood well when I taught them like this.
It seemed she was not yet ready to accept me with her heart.
Besides.
"Even the number 1 teaching assistant is learning quickly, isn't she?"
"No, you're looking at her stance directly, aren't you?"
"Instead, she's following the stances of dozens of people all by herself."
"Is that harder?"
"Yes. It's much harder."
After taking the basic stance, she modifies it here and there.
Each time, I explain why the stance needs to be changed and why the muscles need to be used differently, and her speed of comprehension is quite impressive.
Most of all, I could feel that she herself was engrossed in the class.
Unlike the other teaching assistants who were watching others' reactions, she was completely immersed in the training itself, repeating my words dozens of times and moving her body.
She barely paid any attention to the others watching her.
Even when I told her to take a stance to teach others, I could feel that she was trying to make the teaching her own.
Perhaps that's why.
'She's improving quickly.'
Her absorption rate was good.
It was a much better ability than that of the outstanding students like Bridget or Eleveth.
So it was even more obvious.
'Now that her basics are established and her style is stronger, I can tell.'
This person was on a very different level from the other mercenaries.
The rapier itself was closer to a ceremonial weapon for nobles rather than a weapon for ordinary people.
A sword refined to pierce through the heavy armor of knights and inflict fatal wounds.
Therefore, instead of clashing sword against sword, one must swing the sword with a focus on forward and backward steps and thrusts.
Her stance and movements for stepping did not mesh well with those of the other mercenaries.
If anything, it was more like.
'Mercenaries from knightly orders like Sordian.'
Could Sordian have been a guard planted by Goldline, not Avril's guard?
Maybe that's why Avril treated him so harshly.
I'll have to ask Sordian later.
Ding-dong—
The bell signaling the end of class rang.
I clapped my hands to gather everyone's attention.
"Class is over."
“……What?”
At my words, the people who hadn't had a chance to show me their bodies were dumbfounded.
"Hey, you've only looked at us for about two hours!"
"I haven't even had a chance to talk to you!"
"Half? Did you even do half?"
"Do you think we're some academy brats!"
I know.
Unlike the academy students, these are real mercenaries, and they could train all day long.
But I'm not.
I'm an academy instructor.
Avril had only asked me as an advisor to the academy, and I would also teach them as an academy instructor.
"In that case, I am also taking time out of my day to teach you. We are moving according to each other's needs."
"Teacher."
Raipen approached me with a few mercenaries.
They had been gathered in a corner throughout the training, watching us without saying a word.
It was understandable, as they seemed to have already mastered my manual.
'Their basics are already established in their posture. Their gait is stable from the start.'
Since they had already had enough basic training, they didn't need to cling to me with questions.
Perhaps they had been planning to watch the others train and then join in when the training was right for them.
'That's their business.'
I had no intention of conducting the class according to Avril's schedule.
At that moment, Ulf, who had been watching the training until now, stepped forward.
"Now, now. Didn't our good teacher say that class is over?"
"Ulf."
"No matter who you are, if you come here and do this, you are simply a student. Shouldn't you follow the rules of education instead of just trying to pick up the teachings?"
A hint of laughter was mixed in her voice, so it seemed she was enjoying the current situation.
In fact, a smile never left her lips.
"I hear your master crossed a line to ask you for a lesson. Don't try to have it all."
"You should not forget that we still hold that line."
"Foolish. A line is a line only when it is in your hand. What use is a dead hostage? It will only provoke the other party's anger. You must have seen it too. You must be careful to know whether what you are holding is a line to threaten the master or your own leash."
"Yes, yes, our old man is saying something good. That person is all old and worn out, but because of that, she's a little smart. She speaks well. That's right. Yes."
The door burst open.
And from there, people began to enter one by one.
It was Rozalin and Hati's security guards, and the Firestorm mercenaries.
As soon as they entered, they lined up on the left and right like an army on parade, and the sight of forty mercenaries lined up with their weapons was quite impressive.
“……Firestorm.”
The people next to Raipen spoke with stiff expressions.
Since they were also mercenaries, they seemed to recognize each other.
"Why are the desert wolves here?"
"Didn't you know? The temporary teacher who is teaching you is the official teacher of our mercenaries."
"It's not just you he's teaching."
Rozalin approached my side with a bright smile.
And at that moment, I realized.
'She's gotten stronger.'
I didn't know because I was in a daze when I woke up from fainting.
Now that my eyes had opened, I could tell.
Rozalin's level was not at all lower than that of Raipen.
Equal.
No, a little higher.
Raipen also seemed to have recognized Rozalin's skill.
"Was there such a wench in Firestorm?"
"Oh my. Are you confident? Do you want to die by a wench's sword once?"
"Watch your mouth. That's my older sister."
"Older sister? Do you mean the captain has moved over here?"
"Yeah. She moved over about 5 years later. And my temper is so bad, I've been catching all the nonsense since then."
Rozalin's eyes had a strange glint.
It wasn't just the look of someone looking at an opponent who had picked a fight with her.
It was a more essential look, the look of someone looking at an enemy who had backstabbed her at least once.
Does she have a grudge from the future?
"There are too many variables in this request. I need to hear some explanations."
As if pressured by Rozalin's momentum, Raipen crumpled the cigarette he was chewing with his right hand and turned around.
As he started walking, the mercenaries followed behind him in a group.
There were expressions of regret here and there, but no one hesitated.
"Teacher. Don't deal with guys like that. They're strange guys."
"Do you know him?"
"That guy over there, his name is Raipen, and he's a real piece of work you can't get along with. He'll do dirty work for money, he can betray humanity, uh, he can backstab a great general, he can sabotage operations, and he's a guy who can embezzle supplies that should be going into military supplies with his own people!"
She did have a grudge.
"I should have killed him for good on this occasion."
A subtle killing intent could be felt in Rozalin's eyes as she said that.
It was a sign that she was not just saying that, but was aiming for something.
I gave a few instructions to Rozalin.
"You know someone in the capital, right?"
"Of course."
"Since you have the Firestorm mercenaries, could you find out a few things for me? I think I need to check something."
After listening to all my instructions, Rozalin smiled with a playful look in her eyes.
“This will be fun.”
And that night.
Knock knock.
Outside the door stood teaching assistant number 1.
“Here.”
She handed me an item without a word, then stepped back.
It was a golden scroll.
“The true heir of the Goldline Merchant Guild wishes to contact you.”
It was a faster move than I had expected.
But it was the move I had been hoping for.