Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble

dsman!’

Magnificent pride filled the hearts of class A students.

“Next, Mark Woodruff, Alfred… Ameya Kikland.
The 35 who have been called will be of class B.
Starting today you will be under the guidance of new instructor, Brandon Philips.”

“Brandon Phillips here.
Look forward to working with you.
I will make sure to teach something memorable.”

“Yes!”

The prospective trainees answered with cheer.

Their faces were bright too.
Not as bright as class A, but they still were glad.

In addition, they had the chance to move up the ladder depending on how much they learned.
It was because ranks never stayed still.

Because of that, some of class B were more enthusiastic than class A.

‘Damn it!’

‘I am class C? Me?’

‘Is there something wrong? I passed first in the midterm…’

On the other hand, the children of class C looked resentful.

Of course, they were.
All of them were supposed to be talented and gifted.

Now they knew, some people could fly above those who can jump, and among them, there were those who can soar in the sky.

They quickly realized that they had to outperform the higher ones.

They could only survive if they kept fighting on.

“Angry? You should be.
Try harder.
Try so hard that your body gives out.
In order to achieve the places as class B and A, and the final evaluation, you need to work hard to become a trainee.
Do you get that?”

“Yes!”

“Harden your resolve!”

“Yes!”

“Nice.
I hope you will all be able to move to the higher classes in the future.
Today will be a break and from tomorrow the formal classes will start.”

Karaka finished the speech with a smile.

But the children didn’t smile.

“Damn it!”

“Nice let’s see.”

No one rested.
All of the 50 kids from class C and lower went to the train after dinner.

Even after being told that they couldn’t hold a sword, they didn’t want to go to their rooms.

Seeing that, some of the lower-ranked kids in class B turned their attention towards it.

They felt insecure.

Of course, class A and class B were all high-ranking ones, and there was no way class B kids could suddenly enter class A.

Which made tension rise all throughout the school.

… at the starting, like far behind them, was one prospective trainee.

“What? Class F has only one?”

“What is the use?’ Isn’t it supposed to be only three classes? But…”

“Because of one guy who knows nothing but a sword, the school decided to add another class?”

“Well, it must be.”

“Why the hell did Bratt challenge him?”

“Who knows.”

The only one in class F was Irene Pareira.

Some children questioned it.

What they couldn’t understand was that Irene lost the duel terribly.

The only thing he knew was to make a vertical slash.
Other than that, he really didn’t know anything.

That was completely unexpected, even for the instructors.

And class F was created, and Rune Tarhal was the instructor.

“Vertical slash.
And diagonal slash.
You don’t know anything other than those two.
Even the basics.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need for an apology.
No one does everything well right from the beginning.
And it’s frustrating too.
Among the kids here, there has never been a kid who was so ignorant of a sword before you.
What are you here for? Hm!”

Rune Tarhal raised his sword.

The greatsword was bigger than Irene.
When the momentum scattered, a heavy feeling was created.

He opened his mouth again.

“A question.
You, who picked up a sword a lot later than the others, what do you need to do to catch up with them?”

Thinking for a moment, Irene answered.

“Effort?”

“No.
Talent.”

Woong!

Rune Tarhal lowered his sword.

It looked like the wind had been cut.

“Effort is important.
As Karaka said, it depends on the individual on how much effort is put, a class C trainee could turn into a class B, and class B to class A and such.
But that isn’t the case for everyone, especially not for those who are far behind others.”

Woong!

Woooong!

He kept swinging the sword.

Powerful yet basic movements, relatively easy to learn.

However, that can only be said by those who had been using a greatsword for a long time.

If they were a beginner like Irene, they wouldn’t know how long it would take.

To him, Rune Tarhal gave a difficult task.

“A week.”

“…”

“In a week, learn the basics of sword which I just showed, if you succeed, I will transfer you to class C immediately.”

“What if I fail?”

“Nothing changes.
You remain in class F and learn swordsmanship.
However.”

Rune Tarhal, who took a gap, spoke with a serious expression.

“If you don’t have talent, it would be better for you to leave the school with your own feet.”

Woong!

The sword which had been slung on his shoulder struck to the floor.
And his eyes looked into the eyes of the trainee.

Irene Pareira wasn’t discouraged.

As he accepted Bratt’s duel, he responded here too.

“I will do my best.”

“… work hard.
I already know how hard you work.”

Rune Tarhal smiled.
The serious expression he put up to scare the kid disappeared, revealing his usual gentle face.

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He promised to teach Irene the best of his ability, and Irene vowed to learn.

A week passed.

Rune Tarhal, who was temporarily in charge of class F, returned to the recovery room.

Irene, too, moved from class F to class C.