Chapter 72: ☆There’s plenty of good stuff
It was the third day of training, as promised.
The sun was almost directly overhead, and the season had become hot.
I dodged my students’ attacks and placed my palms on their heads.
"Good attack. But your stance is too big."
"Y-Yes, thank you very much."
"Rest your body... Good. Next."
Today was the promised third day — our mock battle with the students.
The simple rule was: one hit on me meant the student wins.
One hit from me meant I win.
Skills were allowed, and weapons were allowed.
The students could attack me as hard as they wanted, but I took the easy route of placing my palms on their heads like today.
I couldn’t afford to injure my own body.
I had heard that the knight order did full-contact mock battles that sometimes produced serious injuries.
Strict training and injuries were fine, but I couldn’t accept serious casualties.
If you really wanted to know what would happen in battle, you should just go into the mountains and train against high-intelligence monsters’ nests.
You could hunt them too, and they had better physical abilities and senses than humans.
What a waste it would be to die in training when you could die in real battle after hunting.
It would be fair for both the hunter and the hunted.
Everyone has their own way of teaching, so I didn’t raise my voice.
But I would make sure I didn’t produce any serious injuries in training from now on.
Next, I taught the students my skills.
My skill is [Faint], which is said to be the weakest skill in this world.
There are reasons it’s called the weakest.
First, it’s hard to use.
You must actually fake it perfectly; otherwise it has no effect.
This requires practical experience and a lot of repetition.
Second, it depends on body technique proficiency.
The proficiency needed for [Faint] to show strong effects starts at level 50, which is quite high.
The efficient way to raise body technique is to attack something, just like weapons.
Of course, moving your body helps, but it’s too slow.
Attacking something with a weapon has less risk of injuring your body than bare-handed attacks.
If you’re not careful, you might hurt any part of your body.
That’s why it’s called the weakest.
(The rare version with [Supreme] is not something I’ve taught them yet.)
Originally, Raide didn’t have this skill.
But the skill Raide could learn was [Faint Supreme].
In other words, the reason I wanted him to get [Faint Supreme] was because of Dolpel.
The [Supreme] suffix raises the chance of Faint landing and starts showing strong effects from around proficiency level 20.
Buying Dolpel with gold was for this exact reason.
I planned to make sure every student mastered [Faint Supreme] by graduation.
With three mock battles per day and three days off, it would be possible in about 400 days.
If the students mastered it, their survival rate would jump a lot.
Of course, even after graduation.
They are alive — graduation doesn’t mean the story ends like in the game.
...I wanted them to live long lives.
I fought the students with full effort, even though Erika was my girlfriend.
The last one left was Roy.
Roy bowed, drew his long sword, and I nodded with a smile.
He attacked quickly.
His form was clean, but the actual strike was different.
There was no easy-to-read sword flow like before.
He looked like he was doing a side cut to the left, but it was a horizontal slash.
I thought his long sword was swaying, but he came in with a horizontal cut.
...He had really improved in just a few days.
But it was still too sudden, so he couldn’t produce natural techniques.
And he was forgetting his own skills.
While Roy prepared for his next move, I used the opening to approach and slap my palm on his head.
"Good movement. I was fooled."
"Y-Yes... thank you very much."
Roy smiled awkwardly but bowed to Lucy.
He was really growing — he was definitely the main character.
I looked around at the students, raised my voice, and said,
"If we keep doing this mock battle, you’ll learn your own movements. There’s still plenty of time until graduation. Practice your movements to the limit. Today, finish with flexibility training!"
"Yes!"
I smiled when I saw the students answering energetically.
I glanced at Polte sitting aside.
Her foot had been injured, so she was watching today.
I walked over to the dazed Polte and spoke to her.
"Polte, how’s your foot?"
"Ah, Instructor. Yes, the wound has closed, so I just have to wait!"
"I see... Here, try this."
Polte smiled brightly at my words. I smiled and nodded.
I took the cream I had made as a sample from Maryka-san and handed it to Polte.
Polte tilted her head curiously while looking at the palm-sized box, then looked between me and the box.
I laughed and explained.
When Polte heard the explanation, she looked surprised, opened the box, and looked inside.
"For me...?"
"I’m your instructor. I make sure students get what they need."
"...I’m... not confident."
Polte’s expression turned anxious as she looked at the cream. She muttered,
"I don’t have anything special..."
I let go of my smile and put on a serious expression, then knelt on one knee.
Polte had low self-confidence because her friends and classmates all had special skills or skills.
When she thought about what she had, she said with a gloomy expression that nothing came to mind.
"Polte, first of all, you’re good with your legs."
"Eh?"
"Dancing would look beautiful, and if you used leg techniques in mock battle, I’d be worried."
"I-Instructor?"
"Your body is also wonderful. You’re slender but have firm muscles. If you didn’t understand your own body, you couldn’t train to this level."
Her chest was grapefruit-sized, and her bright, energetic personality brightened up the room.
I spoke seriously, continuing to praise Polte’s good points.
At first Polte looked confused, but gradually her cheeks turned red. She covered her face with both hands and shook her head.
...She’s cute when she reacts like that.
Polte was the first student to get seduced in the early next month’s event.
Because her self-esteem was low, she fell for it.
The important thing is that I wasn’t praising her to avoid seduction.
I was genuinely praising her because she had good points.
That’s why I always watch each student closely during training and compile their data after training ends.
So if I’m told to praise them, I can find plenty of good points.
Polte’s ears turned red with embarrassment and she shook while covering her face with both hands.
I stopped smiling and said to her,
"Polte has plenty of good points. If you don’t know them yourself, just ask me anytime."
"Understood~"
I gently stroked Polte’s head with one hand, stood up, and looked at the students.
Erika was doing flexibility training and looking at me with a troubled smile.
When our eyes met, Erika shook her head and kept stretching.
...Well, I’ll ask her later.
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Niche
Name: Sister Niche
Height: 158 cm Age: 25 Hair: brown hair, short and slightly curly.
Face: slightly slender Atmosphere: soft and fluffy.
Body type: standard Breasts: melon-sized.
She is one of the sisters at Santony’s church.
She and Sera are classmates and reunited in Santony.
She looks soft and fluffy, but she is actually quick on her feet.
She took refuge at the royal capital church after being helped by Raide in Santony.
She secretly thinks "he’s a good man" about Raide.
She’s already overcome the incident and is worried about who to consult with Raide.
