Surrounded by new student swordsn who, like her, have long swords hanging from their waists.
"Of course, the Swordsman Academy is one of the biggest in the school, so it needs ample teaching space."
The senior with a high ponytail leads the new students on a tour of the Swordsman Academy, while the white-haired girl, Lina, walks at the front, her eyes wandering curiously like a newborn baby, taking in the surroundings.
The group arrives at the Sword Dojo area.
Inside the Swordsman Academy, there are dozens of rectangular Sword Dojos used for sparring and practical lessons, with many swordsn currently training on them.
"Hmph. Bumpkins."
"How did they manage to get in here?"
"Can they really fight? Won’t they be split in half by my sword?"
Seeing the white-haired girl’s curious deanor that seed to lower the crowd’s standards, quite a few disdainful voices erged among the new students, but Lina remained oblivious, focused on her surroundings.
The high ponytail senior heard these whispers but didn’t react.
Currently among the new students of the Swordsman Academy, many are sons and daughters of noble families or young talents grood by influential families in the region.
This group of new students, in their respective areas, are usually the outstanding young generation, so naturally, quite a few of them have an arrogant attitude, looking down on others.
Soon, I’ll teach you all a lesson.
I bet you newcors haven’t heard of the traditional initiation of the Swordsman Academy.
The high ponytail senior chuckled.
Soon, she led a group of new students to the biggest Sword Dojo in the area.
"Alright, kiddos! Next is the ti to show your strength!"
Stepping back, a stately, energetic middle-aged woman walked onto the platform.
A long sword hung from her waist, exuding an aura of authority; it was clear her prowess was not weak.
"I am the vice principal of the Swordsman Academy."
The woman looked at the over three hundred new students on the Sword Dojo and nodded with satisfaction.
"As always, the students we recruit are so full of energy. To be here ans you are the cream of the crop among your peers, the so-called sword geniuses, the pride of heaven."
Her voice gradually grew louder.
"Historically, our Swordsman Academy has produced 11 Sword Heroes and countless great sword masters. Breaking level 50 is the prerequisite for graduation. Perhaps one of you will beco the next Sword Hero, leaving a legacy in the annals of history."
The vice principal looked at the new students, her originally kind expression gradually becoming stern.
These young people from various places, who believe they have super-high sword talent, have a certain amount of pride, but as swordsn, especially top swordsn, a touch of arrogance is intolerable.
Indeed, the first lesson for the newcors at the Swordsman Academy is to dispel the pride in their hearts!
"On behalf of the Swordsman Academy, I welco you all. Next, it’s ti for our academy’s initiation ceremony."
The old students dispersed, forming a circle around the massive Sword Dojo.
The new students glanced around, beginning to feel a bit panicked.
"Each of you is the best from your region! But that’s just from a small area! To gain worldwide recognition, you must beco the top swordsman on the entire continent! Draw your swords, new students! Challenge those around you, defeat them, earn their recognition!"
The vice principal’s voice echoed throughout the Sword Dojo.
"This is a grand lee amongst the new students! Try to be the last one standing! Make all the others fear you!"
The new students began distancing themselves from each other, incredulously looking around.
It’s only the first day of reporting in, and already they’re starting a battle royal?
But shocked as they were, not long after, among the over three hundred new students, so were already drawing their swords, eager to begin.
"So this is the Swordsman Academy of Saint Karno School? Pretty fierce, I like it! Bring it on!"
A pale, clean-looking boy, who clearly cos from so noble family, drew his long sword.
"Hmph! Co on! Let’s show these academic types the swordsmanship of the free spirits!"
A tall boy dressed in animal skins drew his sword.
"We Pineapple faction will never surrender easily!"
The fight was about to erupt.
As the swords of the noble boy and the animal-skinned boy clashed, the grand lee among the new students comnced in the largest Sword Dojo.
Suddenly, the sound of swords crashing, a chaotic lody, echoed through the venue.
"Only sparring! So physical harm is permissible! But no life-threatening actions! Submitting leads to automatic withdrawal!"
The vice principal’s voice spread across the sky.
Though it’s a grand lee, the intention is to strike down the newcors’ arrogance, not to engage in lethal combat.
Therefore, the vice principal and a group of senior brothers and sisters from the Swordsman Academy closely watched the developnts, ready to intervene if anything went wrong, and rescue defeated newcors from the field.
Quickly, the Sword Dojo fell into a chaotic battle.
"Oh no, out of nowhere they just started fighting!"
The white-haired girl drew her long sword, preparing to fend off nearby threats.
But she noticed almost no one was charging at her.
Among the new students, 80% are male, and now, these creatures full of male hormones are fully engaged in combat.
As long as they defeat the males, naturally the remaining females will start to admire them!
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