Top Instructor of a Third-Rate Academy Chapter 26 : Chapter 26

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As I walked through the academy grounds, students who recognized greeted .

“Hello!”

“Teacher, I signed up for your class too!”

“Yes, hello. Thank you.”

The scene was a little different than before.

Not all the students had co to acknowledge .

It was more like they were just waiting to see, since people like Bridget, Pan, and Rozalin were following .

The reason for this division in students’ evaluations was simple.

‘I was teaching swordsmanship theory in a difficult way.’

I didn't realize it when I was sneered at as a third-rate swordsman who was weak-bodied and couldn't even swing a sword properly.

No matter how much I agonized over conducting my classes, I could excuse the lack of recognition by blaming my body.

My teaching wasn't wrong.

A pride I didn't even know I had was building a wall.

But I realized it while teaching Rozalin's swordsmanship.

‘Students are students.’

They were students because they hadn't properly learned anything yet and had to learn in the future.

I was running in circles, not knowing that simple truth.

‘Avril’s event wasn’t all bad.’

Class C was composed of students with no talent for the sword, little enthusiasm for learning, and low comprehension and achievent.

Unlike when I used to go back and forth between classes for swordsmanship lessons, from freshn to seniors, focusing on teaching one class increased the concentration of education.

Besides, there was the short-term goal of defeating a Class A student, so I had to hold onto each and every student and sohow make it work.

‘I have to make those who don't understand, understand.’

The place I arrived at was the instructors' dormitory.

Though it was called a dormitory, it was practically a private house provided within the academy.

A bed and desk, a kitchen for light cooking, and even a small room with a bookshelf and closet.

It was a house sufficient for a single adult man to live in.

‘Let’s see.’

As soon as I arrived, I headed to my desk.

Several notebooks filled with complex mos were strewn about there.

Books were also piled haphazardly here and there on the desk.

They were all the manuals I could get my hands on.

“Heave-ho.”

After organizing the books, I sat down in a chair.

Then I read through the mos of my swordsmanship,