牛奶色隔壁有夫之妇

The talking quickly spread throughout the school, and even before Arthur went to his first class, everyone knew him.

No one came looking for him, asking why he did that, as it was not a crime if a student disrespected a teacher, at least not inside Namida school. The only reason the teachers did not do that often was because of the parents of such students.

Take the one Arthur attacked. It was the son of the emperor, and that as bond to have consequences.

Did he care? Absolutely not. He was inside that place using a fake ID and a fake appearance. Plus, the emperor was far from that city, and even if he traveled nonstop for 30 days, he wouldn’t reach it.

“Even if he tries something, then I’ll be long gone.”

Arthur stopped in a restaurant inside the school itself for lunch, and he sensed the gazes of the students around, all aiming at him. Most of them were scared because Arthur passed the impression of a reckless teacher, and they did not want to end up like that youth with broken arms.

They kept their distance, and no one was brave enough to talk to Arthur. The only thing they could do was stare, and hope that they wouldn’t end up dead by the end of the month._.

He did not mind any of that, and just ate normally, leaving the restaurant afterwards. Then, he sat on one bench inside the courtyard and waited for about 20 minutes.

After that, Arthur slowly made his way to his assigned classroom, which was within the main building, on the second floor.

When he got there, students were already waiting, but they weren’t talking. All of them gazed at the door, and their hearts beat fast, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Some were almost freaking out, afraid that they would get low grades with this new teacher, and end up like a laugh stock of their family.

The moment Arthur walked in, all the students hold their breaths, and did not utter a word, just like before.

Arthur was wearing the same outfit, a long black robe, but there was a difference this time. A huge sword behind his back. It was the black-sword he got a long time ago, and couldn’t use it without losing control yet.

He was a combat teacher, and people in the Shukar Empire did not use magic the conventional way, so he had to disguise himself in all aspects to make sure no one notice it.

A tattoo would be the best to fit in completely, but he did not want to make a shit one, so he would do that after he created one himself.

“I will not have to use magic to teach these weak students how to fight.” Arthur thought.

With steady steps, he strolled into the front of the class, prepared to say a few words of introduction.

“I’m Akhur, your new teacher of combat and weapon wielding. You probably heard about the story that happened this morning, well it is true. Now, like I said to that youth, I was in a good mood, and only broke his arms. If any of you disrespect me, or don’t work hard in my class, I’ll break your arms and legs. Come, we will have practice outside.”

All the students were shocked after hearing it, and only came back to their senses after Arthur left the room.

“We are doomed. This school hired a demon to teach us.”

“Let’s go. If we let him wait, then he will break our arms, I’m sure…”

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The students already had a lot of theory from the other teacher, and even if they didn’t, Arthur wouldn’t teach that.

He wanted to go in actual combat. Practice with weapons, and fight against each other. In the end, that was the only way for someone to improve.

Theory was only for those who wished to learn spells, as that was also really important and reading a lot was a must. Now, even if you read a million manuals, you’ll not learn how to use a sword if you don’t practice.

Arthur led all the students to an arena inside a separated building. It was where the combat classes happened, the practical ones.

Other students looked through the windows from their classrooms and saw Arthur leading the students there.

“He’s already going for practical combat. We are dead. Our next class is with him!”

The place had a grandstand and a ring in the middle. Arthur stood there in the ring and looked at all the students that were gazing at him.

“What type of weapon were you learning with the other teacher?”

It took some time for someone to answer, but a woman eventually did.

“He was teaching us the spear.”

“Spear, hm.”

There was a room inside that building that contained lots of practice weapons, most made of wood. Arthur went there, and grabbed enough spears for all the students, which was about 20 spears.

Then, he asked them to go in the ring, two by two, and fight. The reason for it was for him to see their level with the spear, and then find a suitable way to conduct his next lessons.

He did not choose and let the students do as they saw fit. Arthur was too lazy to do that, and just wanted to chill sitting in the grandstand, watching all the fights.

“Oh, right? You can surrender, and this is just a spar, so don’t go all out. If I see anyone trying to kill the other students in this practice match… you know what will happen.” Arthur said.

After a few minutes passed, the students had organized themselves in pairs, and one of these pairs went to the ring.

Two boys, both had almost the same physical structure, but Arthur could tell just by the way they hold the spear that they were completely newbies, yet one of them seemed to be better.

“All right. Start!”