HBWnovel Chapter 76 Teaching the Class?
Chapter 76 Teaching the Class?
She looked to the teacher for permission, and after he gave a confirming nod, he gestured for me to sit down on one of the empty front-row seats.
"Okay, you all can call me Mr. Y! And I believe we should get right to the lesson as I'm sure everybody here knows the amazing student council president!"
Mr. Y, or whatever his name was, immediately delved into the material... but I already knew and understood everything to the point that I felt a thousand pounds weigh on my eyelids.
Fuck... this is bad... gonna... fall... asleep.
I fell asleep, and it was probably the best five-minute nap I'd ever had before being rudely awakened by my annoying sister.
"Cyrus... wake up... wake up... wake up!" A voice shouted, and as somebody pulled on my hair, I jolted up and glared at the young woman with long blue hair and ocean-blue eyes.
"Ugh... what?" I asked, slowly rubbing my eyes and slumping back into my chair.
"Since Cyrus right here seems so confident that he has to sleep in class, can you tell me what is the best way to hold a sword?" The man asked a stupid question, and it was clear he was trying to humiliate me in order to teach me a lesson, but...
I hopped over the desk and walked over to the massive screen where he had scribbled a bunch of nonsense.
The people who weren't really interested in listening or jotting down notes leaned in, ready to write what I had just put down.
"If there is a guard and you hold your sword with one hand, place your hand all the way against the guard. Well, leave a bit of space for some wiggle room, but if there is a guard, and write this down if you're clueless, you'll be using it to deflect or block attacks from other weapons. Guards are very useful in one on one combat with other humans or humanoid beings. So remember that! Write it down!" I shouted before moving up to the rapier and finishing the bullet points.
It wasn't long before I moved down to a new space and began to draw a wonky picture of a short sword.
"Next, we have a short sword. This thing is just a longsword but is meant for tighter spaces. There are styles where people use two short swords like a pair of daggers, but in reality, just use daggers if you want to fight like that. Training your wrists that much for barely any difference is not really worth it. So, if you're dreaming of doing that, just give up now." I sighed, finishing the bullet points but then remembering to actually describe the grip. "Oh yeah, hold it against the guard. Sometimes there is no guard, so if that happens, hold it towards the blade and not toward the end. Once again, you don't want your wrists to cramp, and you don't want to injure them."
I looked down towards the teacher, who I expected to look angry as I basically just tore down his pride and did his job for him... but he just slowly clapped with an impressed look.
Dude... you're supposed to be mad and then kick me out of your class. I don't want to be in this shitty class anymore... I want to move to dagger theory or some kind of assassination-related class... not this shitty class for beginners.
"*sigh*... Okay, well, that's it for me," I muttered, but just as I was about to walk back to my seat, a hand raised into the air.
It was a small kid about the same age as me, and he looked excited as his hand shot up into the air, his surrounding peers looking at him with shock.
"What is it?" I smiled, as he was pretty cute, as his eyes sparkled like a glistening piece of glass beaming in the heart of the sun.
"I-I have a question...."