Of Arms and Arcane Chapter 71

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As I followed the command to fall in, I followed behind the other kids lining up and fell into line.

When all the students were lined up, the grizzled man bellowed toward us, “Good afternoon students, most of you know who I am. For those of you who do not, I am Matthias Greyham, but you will address as Sir, Instructor Greyham, or just Instructor. Am I understood?!”

As one, all the students shouted back, “Yes Instructor!”

This display of regintation sets the tone of the class for , so I kind of know what to expect. It is the sa regintation I see when Dad is training troop formation with his knights and troops.

“Now… you all have co back from a long break, let us see if you have been keeping up with your fitness. We will start with a warmup. 2 laps around the field, GO!” Greyham’s order was t with grumbles as they started moving toward the field.

“NO BACKTALK, IT IS 3 LAPS NOW!!” Greyham bellowed out in response to the grumbles.

I take off running at a leisurely pace. It's leisurely for anyway. I was in front of the majority of the class but not the first, no point in exerting more effort than necessary for just a warm-up.

Upon finishing my first lap, I was one of the new in the lead, so I looked to see who was around and saw about a dozen boys and 4 girls keeping pace with , and most of them seed to be from martial noble houses.

When I completed my 3 laps, I worked up a nice warmup sweat, but I was not winded, I then looked around to notice that only half of the guys and 1 girl finished at my pace while panting heavily. We then made our way to the water station while waiting for the rest to finish.

While sipping water, and the early finishers looked at each other sowhat awkwardly, and not being a social butterfly by any standards, just kept to myself while the others chatted or kept to themselves.

After a few more minutes, the last student crossed the finish line and after being given so ti to rest, we were called to fall in once again.

“Pathetic! It really seems a lot of you have been slacking off during the break. Let's hope your sword forms do not disappoint as much. Collect a practice sword and fall back in!”

After all of us were back in line with a wooden sword in hand, Instructor Greyham shouted again, “Kingdom’s basic sword forms, BEGIN!”

I do as instructed and begin the sword forms Dad taught . As I flowed from form to form, the sound of my sword wooshing through the air, I saw the other 5 instructors who accompanied Instructor Greyham walking around with their own wooden swords, barking at students, and correcting any student who was not performing up to standard.

“Again!”, “Faster!”, “Sharpen your swing on the down stroke!”, “Raise your guard higher!”, “Keep going!” the assistant instructors shouted as they walked among the students. Every now and then, Instructor Greyham would shout at soone from atop the stage to correct them, and other tis, he would flag one of the assistant instructors to go assist a student, but in the end, he remained stoic and stoned-faced until the last bell of the day rang and he called a stop to the exercise.

The mont the stop was called, many of the students dropped their swords and bent over while panting worse than they did after the run. There were only a few, included, that were left standing upright, the rest were on their ass catching their breath.

While everyone was resting, Instructor Greyham bellowed again, “Sloopy. While a few of you obviously practiced, I can clearly see the majority of you did not, I will fix that soon before we even touch on the Tactics part of Advanced Combat & Tactics. I will see all of you tomorrow. Dismissed!”

With that, many of the students started dragging their feet in the direction of the Year 5’s dormitory. Even Oswald and his possi seem too tired to even acknowledge my existence as I see them sluggishly exit the training grounds.

As for , while I am tired, I have a few hours to freshen up and rest before night class. Fortunately for night classes, it is only one extra long session on the subject, otherwise I do not think even I will be able to bear 2 different subjects with as tired as I am now.

But first things first, I am tired, hungry, and I stink.

After going back to my dorm to freshen up, I went to the canteen to get so grub, all that exercise made hungry.

When I got to the canteen, I was told that it was too early for dinner, but it turns out that they used the leftovers from lunch to make so sandwiches and set them aside for hungry growing boys like myself, all I needed to do was ask and soon I was walking back to my room with a bunch of at-laden sandwiches.

After scarfing down my sandwiches and resting for a while, it was ti for dinner and I was off to my first night class, Array Architecture.

As I walked from my dorm to the main academy for the 2nd ti today, the sky was orange with the setting sun.

When I entered the class for Array Architecture, I was t with a whole different demographic of students. Seated at the desks were around 30 n and won who looked in the age range of 18-40s, and so of them were giving inquisitive looks.

I gave a nod to the people in the class and made my way to an empty desk to wait for class to start.

When the ti ca, a blond bespectacled man who looked to be in his mid-30s, pulling behind him a trolly filled with books, “Good evening, I am Professor Donovan Arcwright, as you can guess, I will be teaching you the art of Array Architecture. Please co to the front to collect your textbook and we will get started.”