The final exam of the midterms had begun.
Students and golems faced each other in a large, circular arena.
On the opposite side of the arena, the professor stood alone.
The student's opponent, the golem, copies the professor's movents.
Whiz-pop!
Clank... thunk!
When the professor swings his right arm, the golem swings its right arm, and when the professor leaps, the golem leaps.
The professor has to control his "avatar" golem from a distance to take on the student, but in this case, the sense of distance becos a handicap.
Then it was ti for the real thing, and the students on the stage faced off against the golem.
The students had to use all their strength against the golem, which mimicked the professor's body movents.
anwhile, the attack test was divided into sections based on the order of the attendance list, with a specific professor in charge of sections A through B and one professor facing about a hundred students.
Naturally, with different professors controlling the golems, the golems' fighting styles would also vary.
A professor with a generally gentle personality moves the golem in a defensive manner, while a professor with an impatient and aggressive personality uses the golem offensively.
Therefore, students had to morize where their na was located in the attendance list and identify their professor in advance to study his or her fighting style.
This was a test designed by the academy's first principal, who believed that education is more effective when you know and analyze the person who will teach you before you learn.
anwhile.
"Iyab!"
Tudor, who was being tested for the first ti, was holding a spear and fighting hard.
...Pow!
The tip of the spear exploded with a powerful aura.
If it was a real man-to-man duel, no matter how strong the professor was, he wouldn't have been able to unleash such a lively attack.
But the opponent was a golem, and the real professor was moving safely at a distance.
So, without hesitation, Tudor plunged his spear into it.
Boom, boom, boom!
The golem, which was radiating magic, was knocked back by Tudor's aura.
However.
[Not yet].
A familiar voice spoke from the golem's mouth.
Professor Morg Banshee. The Academy's leading candidate for Vice Principal.
Even though he was on the far side of the training grounds, he knew exactly how far away Tudor was.
Chaaaah!
The golem snaps its fingers, forming a bond, and thorny vines grow around Tudor's body.
"Huh!"
Tudor ducks his head.
[The vines are fake].
The golem, controlled by Professor Banshee, imdiately throws a giant punch.
Tudor barely twisted his waist to avoid it.
[The first is also fake.]
There was no way to avoid the sole of the golem's foot as it launched a back kick.
...Pow!
Tudor was knocked off his feet.
The golem's shadow casts an eerie shadow over Tudor, who is covered in dirt and thrown out of the field.
The click of Professor Banshee's tongue cos through the golem's mouth.
[Did you think that because I'm a mage, I wouldn't use my fists and feet?]
"Ugh... Yeah."
The purpose of a battle is to win. Just because you're a mage doesn't an you have to use magic to win. You have to use whatever you have to win. Whether that be fists, kicks, teeth, or whatever,.
"Thank you for your teaching."
Professor Banshee was a hated human being, but he was a great teacher.
Tudor bowed politely and exited the arena.
-Ring!
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