A few hours ago
William and I went to the place where the students started to gather after the little confrontation with Eira, we went where the students gathered in this huge gym.
I managed to see so faces that were not in class A, it was not strange since these classes are more free than the normal ones.
These classes are different, in the sense that it is freer with respect to the classes and the students that can take it, since not only class A can take it with this specific instructor.
class B also has this privilege as the rest have other instructors and thods, which obviously are not as good as ours, but that is why everyone strives to move up.
At that point, I dragged William to a corner a little bit away. The reason is that, when I signed up, or rather, when I signed up my doopelganger for this class, I had overlooked that William would also be here.
I’m not doing this to be paranoid or anything, it’s an extrely real fear, that my alternate self experienced firsthand, saw how degenerate and repulsive William could be.
William was certainly a good person, along with all the other attributes that normally present the classic heroes of a novel, being the definition of a good and cliché protagonist.
His only flaw would be to be soone very dense who would make the reader throw away the cell phone out of frustration if they were reading his story.
But the reason he was soone to be feared and the cause of my alternate self’s fear is that the guy was in love with my female self.
Because of that, people thought I was part of this jerk’s harem, and girls saw as a love rival.
My alternate self didn’t know when it happened, but going into this guy’s harem with the intentions of taking them away from him only brought him trouble.
My alternate self never found out if it was love at first sight, or sothing that happened at so point, but the bastard fell in love with him hopelessly, ignoring all the girls who were after him.
Worst of all, since I was chained to the Goddess of Purity, I was forced to stay close to him, even if I didn’t want to.
But what terrified my alternate self the most, and is the origin of all the bad feelings that invade those mories, is that even when my alternate self got tired of that charade and told him he was a man and his preferences, the son of a bitch didn’t give up and followed him with more intensity, as if he was possessed by sothing.
That left a trauma and a deep mark on my alternate self, and is the reason for my occasional distrust of William, despite his good personality. I have done my best to have my doopelganger avoid him.
Luckily my doopelganger’s seat is in a spot where it is not visible from William’s seat unless he looks back. During breaks between hours, I make sure my clone escapes to the bathroom or does anything to avoid him as much as possible.
Now, in this class there is no place to hide, but I will try to distract him as much as I can to keep him from taking attention from my doopelganger. I even make sure every hour to look with the ’eyes of lust’, to check that he doesn’t feel lust towards .
I turned to make sure he was following , but the fucker got away from before I knew it. A bit panicked, I looked for him, but luckily he was only chatting with Ban and one other person.
Humm, I think I know him.... or is it Mob One? I almost forgot his face, not for nothing is he Mob 1. At that point, I moved closer; it was better to have William within reach. If he so much as glanced at my doopelganger, I’d wring his neck...I an, divert his attention.
"Yeah, I was unlucky enough to get stuck next to Mike’s doofus, you know? The guy keeps making noise and showing off in magic classes is really annoying."
"Oh, that’s great, standing next to soone you know. I was next to Silva and behind Chris, so I was lucky."
"Don’t you hear , what part of being left next to that idiot is cool? Haaah,... Forget it, I’m getting a little bit of your personality now."
Cynical Ban was talking to William, while Mob 1 just listened. Well, not that it stood out. At that mont, Mob 2 and Teresa, along with Dylan (or whatever her boyfriend’s na is), ca over.
Most of the Dynamite team, with the exception of the magicians, gathered. Apparently, only Silva, William, Ban, Mike, and I went to Class A, and the rest went to Class B. I hadn’t noticed because I was concentrating on Cordelia and thinking about the instructor, but there are a lot of things I overlooked.
The guys started talking about how their first day went, until the conversation turned to .
"Yeah, you know Chris beca an instructor’s assistant, isn’t that cool?"
"Really? I wanted to be an instructor’s assistant too, but I couldn’t."
"That’s true, too."
"I was thinking of continuing to try tomorrow with the rest of the instructors."
"it is certainly a very beneficial thing."
The guys started talking about , how I had beco a teacher’s assistant. Apparently, none of them have been able to, and positions are scarce.
Luckily, Class B has different instructors, which increases the possibilities for them.
’Besides, you, William, just give up ; no instructor has the balls to pick you, so give up.’
The Class B guys looked at with a bit of envy as they asked William.
"So, he´r an instructor’s assistant for warrior stuff?".
"No, he’s assistant to the rune instructor."
""...""
’Stop making faces of disbelief, what’s so weird about knowing about runes? Do you guys have a problem?’
"S-Seriously?"
"Actually, I was surprised. Chris is very good at runes and he got the instructor to pick him easily."
’Yeah, that’s right, keep praising , but you won’t get anything from william.’
"Wait, are you telling he’s not only good at close combat, but also good at magic, good enough to be a rune instructor’s assistant... Is he a monster or sothing?"
Ah, so they weren’t silent because they didn’t believe it, but because they didn’t think he would be that powerful.
"（￣︶￣）"
I nodded and forgave.(I conveniently ignore that they called a monster).
"Everyone, gather around, class is about to begin."
At that mont, the bald instructor started talking, or rather, yelling, and gathered us in the center of the huge gym, we ended our conversation there and followed the instructor’s instructions. I didn’t know it, but that was the beginning of despair and pain.
..
.
’Ugh, damn ... What physical training and shit? This is pure, raw torture,’
I thought to myself as I dragged myself through the end of the obstacle course, which was the final phase of the damn torture masquerading as training.
Where he put us to warm up and do exercises that put our body to the limit and if that wasn’t enough at the end he made us run in an obstacle course to use all the muscles that according to him "we had only ward up."
I couldn’t take it anymore, my body was failing and no longer followed my will, but miraculously I made it to the finish line, sohow I was able to finish this torture disguised as training.
"Haaa, haaa, haaa, haaa..." I was relatively okay, in comparison with the rest.
I looked around and noticed that many people had long since fallen.
So were even left halfway through the obstacle course. I even had to make my clone pretend to faint to keep him from disappearing.
I was the first to finish, and not far behind were so people, including William, Selene, Eira and Ivan, as well as others, who, like who finished , wanted to reach the finish line and were very close.
It’s not that I had an advantage in having a greater tamorphosis than them, because the damn instructor had given us bracelets that regulated our strength or, from my point of view, limited the statistics.
Which they sealed to equalize our strength to the average of the second tamorphosis, which didn’t make it any easier for anyone.
Surprisingly, Eira was second, but she didn’t look happy; she had a frustrated look on her face as she looked at . Apparently, she couldn’t stand beating her, even though it wasn’t a competition to begin with.
Well I’m just happy to be done with this so I simply looked around I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see possible prospects for my harem.
I felt I hadn’t had ti due to the many things distracting my mind, but At that mont I was lifted up and carried by the muscular instructor.
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