Chapter 6: The First Letter (6)
The lecture started. The 'Swordsmanship Practice Class' taught by Prof. Derek was a class akin to any other normal practical training class. What you mainly do is either swing swords, duel, or grab a blade and participate in the subjugation of low-ranking beasts.
Even if it wasn't for the lecture, it was something that all students in the Knight’s Faculty would have to do. That's why swordsmanship practice classes have always been popular.
If it's something I have to do anyway, it would be nice if I could get a decent enough grade.
And above all else, it's not just the Knight’s Faculty, which focuses mostly on the body. There were a lot of other people who preferred to move their bodies and break a sweat rather than racking their brains out and getting a headache in the classroom while trying to learn the theoretical jargon.
However, today's lecture did not feel as enthusiastic as usual. The reason was simple. It was because the attention of the students who should focus on training was focused on someone else.
Needless to say, that 'someone' was me. I’m starting to get a headache.
Everyone was looking at me with anticipation, but to be honest, I wasn't confident I could beat Seria. I didn’t even know what I did last week.
Fortunately, there was a clue. 'Since you only dealt with demonic beasts, your muscles are honest.' But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't understand it.
Does it mean I should try observing the movements of my opponent’s muscles during the frantic duel?