The next day, things moved at a calmer pace than the trio had expected.
The whispers of bullying that had filled the corridors on the first day gradually faded.
Even the most notorious bullies — Rex and Joseph — approached Lucian early in the morning and formally, awkwardly apologized to him.
As for the history class, it was completely different.
Professor Eldric Valor sat behind his desk with a lazy posture, staring at the students with obvious boredom before speaking in a dry voice:
“The history you read today… is nothing more than a distorted version. The Lord himself wrote most of what we know. Everything you’ve read about the events that happened nine years ago and beyond… is a history that is still being rewritten now. In reality, we are the ones building history.”
A student from the back row interrupted boldly:
“Then what’s the point of studying it? Every book is just endless praise for the Lord!”
On the other side of the hall, Jenika smiled faintly to herself.
“I never thought I’d find treasure this easily… Later, I’ll enter the library and read everything inside it. I want to know… who exactly is the Lord? Why does the mention of the special numbers terrify everyone, while people talk about him as if he’s merely a former king?”
Professor Eldric sighed deeply and said:
“Principal Ravina is his third wife… and her feelings toward him are endless. That’s why history lessons will be nothing but continuous glorification of him. Anyway, this class is practically useless.”
He smirked mockingly and added:
“History is distorted? Then we want the original. Besides, all of you prefer practical classes anyway. The fourth year is essentially just an employment gateway. It will send you to the best guilds in the Seventh, Fourth, or Second Continent, grant you generous scholarships, and give you the title of academy graduate. So… the best thing you can do during history class is not attend at all.”
A shocked silence filled the room for several seconds before the students erupted into happy whispers.
Unlike them, Lucian smiled calmly — he loved shortcuts.
The students left the hall as if they had just been freed from prison.
Some went on dates with their lovers, others headed to the markets for shopping, while some simply used the hour to rest.
As for the trio:
Jenika went directly to the library.
Lucian headed to the training hall to sharpen his swordsmanship.
Dastan went to the iron hall to lift weights and strengthen his body.
They knew they had to make good use of this hour because afterward awaited a four-hour-long combat class followed by one hour of theory.
The library…
It was gigantic enough to intoxicate the mind.
At least ten thousand books stretched across shelves that looked like walls of knowledge.
The smell of old paper and leather filled the place with a deep and noble scent.
Jenika’s first goal was to search for any book mentioning the term “World Walker.” The echo of that word hadn’t left her mind since yesterday.
She wandered through the sections: teachings of abilities, laws of gravity, Terransform Aura, Ultimate Aura… thick and rare books filled the shelves.
She temporarily postponed her search for the “World Walker” book when her eyes landed on a strange book in the far corner.
“Son of Broken Fate”
A novel?
Or an autobiography?
Written by: Ozكس. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“That handsome professor everyone calls by his first name…?”
Jenika smiled mischievously as she grabbed the book.
“I’ll rent it using my mother’s new authority… and read it later.”
But time was passing quickly.
She carefully returned the book to its place and hurried out of the library to catch Professor Carpet’s combat class.
Inside the vast combat hall, the air was heavy with the smell of metal and old sweat.
Sunlight pierced through the narrow high windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden arena floor.
Professor Carpet stood in the center as though he had just emerged from a long night filled with sleeplessness and battle.
Deep dark circles rested under his eyes, his hair was messy, and his beard uncared for.
His worn classical clothes were stained with old marks and carried not the slightest trace of dignity or authority.
He was the complete opposite of Professor Ozكس, who always appeared elegant and refined as if he had stepped out of a painting.
Lucian and Dastan stood in the front rows silently, waiting for the lesson to begin.
Rosalyn, meanwhile, stared anxiously toward the door, afraid Jenika would be late and lose points once again.
Only one minute remained…
Suddenly, Jenika burst through the main door, panting violently.
Sweat covered her forehead and her white-red hair.
She had run at full speed.
Professor Carpet slowly raised his head, his tired eyes locking onto her with a piercing gaze.
“Come here.”
Jenika froze.
“M-… me??”
“Is there anyone else I’m talking to?”
She swallowed nervously and walked toward the center of the arena with tense steps.
Carpet stood before her, examining her from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Swordsmanship class… what is a healer or an archer doing here?”
Jenika looked at him in confusion.
“Sorry…?”
Carpet gestured toward the students, his rough voice filling the hall:
“A sword has aura… stance… spirit. Look at these people.” He pointed toward a group of students.
“Some of you have swordsmanship as your foundation, while some of you have never touched one before. But your inner selves are clearer than your appearances. You think you’re duelists… but without a swordsman’s spirit, you are not swordsmen at all.”
Then he suddenly raised his voice:
“Anyone I point at… leave and try a different path!”
Dastan was among those he pointed at.
Swordsmanship Class — Four Hours of Hell
Professor Carpet stood in the center of the arena, staring at the students with tired yet sharp eyes.
He wiped his face with the sleeve of his worn shirt before speaking in his rough voice:
“From today onward, this won’t just be a swordsmanship class. I’ll turn it into a combat fundamentals class. I don’t see students before me… I see unpolished weapons. Every one of you has your own combat form. My job is to discover it and refine it.” This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
First Hour: Full Evaluation
Carpet began examining each student carefully.
He circled around them, placed his hand on their shoulders, observed their body balance, mana flow, and how their aura merged with their movements.
Lucian:
“Balanced body, smooth mana flow, and pure light aura… You are a smooth sword, but deadly. However, you rely too much on your own power. We’ll teach you how to make the sword a natural extension of your aura.”
Dastan:
“Immense strength… and dense darkness within your mana. You are not a sword — you are a spear or an axe. A heavy weapon that pierces and crushes.”
He gave him stability and dark aura control exercises.
Jenika:
Carpet smiled sideways.
“Light body… flexible… fast aura. You are not a traditional swordswoman. You are a dagger or a short sword. The weapon of deception and lethal speed.”
Rosalyn:
“High precision and stable golden aura. You are a royal sword… elegant and deadly.”
Second and Third Hours: Specialized Training
The students split according to Carpet’s classifications, and each began their own personalized program.
Lucian: extremely slow flow exercises to merge Flash Step with sword movements while focusing on lower mana consumption.
Dastan: strength and stability drills with a heavy sword, followed by target cutting while controlling the density of his dark aura.
Jenika: flexibility and agility exercises on hanging ropes, focusing on rapid strikes and evasive maneuvers using gravity.
Carpet constantly moved between them, correcting every mistake and giving precise advice:
“Jenika! Don’t use strength… use speed and deception!”
“Dastan! Darkness is not anger… it is a tool. Focus it!”
“Lucian! Light is powerful… but the sword is what makes it deadly!”
Fourth Hour: The Final Strike
In the final part, Carpet asked every student to stand before a massive wooden target and deliver one strike representing their personal combat style.
The strikes were completely different from one another.
When Dastan’s turn came, his spear exploded with terrifying dense shadows, turning the massive trunk into scattered fragments in an instant.
Carpet stood silent for several moments before slowly nodding.
“This… is the correct direction.”
The class finally ended after four exhausting hours.
The students were physically drained, yet they felt a noticeable improvement in their understanding of their mana and aura.
Carpet looked at them and said in his rough voice:
“Starting tomorrow, each one of you will receive a personalized training schedule. Don’t slack off… I don’t train rusty weapons.”
Anyway, rest for now… after this comes theory class.