'This guy… he's the road to an army for Arthur. No matter what happens, I will stop Arthur from making contact with this guy.'
"Arthur!" To my surprise, Lazarus called out Arthur himself. "Co here."
"Yes, sir." Arthur readily nodded as if he already knew him to begin with.
I look back and forth of them, wondering when the fuck this happen!
'How the hell did Arthur got in contact with this guy? Did he already know him before the academy?'
'No, that can't be. The read the novel and it did say that he didn't know him before.'
Lazarus made Arthur stand beside him while calling another person. It was a total mob, soone that I don't know about.
"You all might be wondering why I brought you out in the field, right?" Lazarus asked and before anyone could answer, he spoke, "Wrong! You can't think that! I'm the weapon's instructor, it's my duty to instruct you. And where better than outside, on the field."
Turning back, he said to Arthur and the mob, "Alright, you two fight now."
While Arthur, who looked like he knew the instructor's personality, got ready. The mob didn't, he looked around for a bit and asked, "Pardon? Do I really have to fight him?"
"Hah… the newer generations are all so pussies." Lazarus mumbled a bit loudly.
"Yes kid, you do have to fight him. And before you make this anymore stupider, I'll even give you extra marks on my subject if you beat Arthur."
Lazarus's words imdiately excited the guy who had low marks in all subjects. He turned to Arthur and behaved like he already won, "I'll make a spectacle of you, loser. I just need those points."
"You'll have to defeat first." Arthur said getting ready as both he and the mob took wooden swords.
Lazarus looked at his pocket-watch and said, "Begin"
With that, the excited mob was the first to move.
"Arggh!"
Lazarus shook his head in great disappointnt as he saw how brutishly the guy just ran head first.
'He even has the galls to scream.'
The mob reached Arthur in a second and imdiately went for an overhead strike, pushing his all into the move. The attack was strong but Arthur's speed was better.
He sidestepped away from the attack and instantly kneed the guy in the stomach, eliciting a groan. But that wasn't it, he also knocked the back of his head with his poml, finishing the fight in one attack.
"Whoa, He's so fast!"
"How did he defeat that guy so quickly?"
"Did he already foresee where the guy was going to strike?"
Hearing the slight praises in their voices, I snickered, 'What foresee? You just have to have be good at seeing to know what's going to happen.'
"They don't understand." I hear a voice from behind. "You just need to see clearly and use your head to know how he's movents going to be."
I look back to see it was that guy who had asked about if I will give up my rank or not.
"This isn't premonition, it's just a simple calculation." The guy said before turning to , "Don't you think so?"
I smile at him, "You speak as if you know what you're talking about… but can you replicate the sa thing?"
My judgntal tone imdiately struck a nerve, "Then why don't I show you what I can do."
"Oh bring it on, kid!"
"You're the sa age as , don't treat like a child."
"But unlike you, I have experience."
"What does that even an? Are you talking about fighting experience or sothing else… because I know how to fight."
"The fact you said that, told that you don't."
"HEY! You Two!"
We both turn our heads to see Lazarus, "Stop bickering like a bunch of married middles aged woman and fight!"
'Seriously? Is he supposed to be our teacher? Instead of stopping us, this guy tells us to fight.' Henry and the other boy had the sa thought.
"All of you!" Lazarus called out to all, "Pick soone and beat their ass. The one who shows a fun ass beating gets the most marks!"
'What the fuck is wrong with you!' X72
Everyone had complaints about Lazarus but the idea of more marks made them want to fight.
"So…" I hear the guy calling , "What I was going to ask you before."
He's eyes lit up in an exciting way, "Have a fight with , a real one with nothing holding back."
My mouth curves up imdiately sensing his seriousness, "I will… but can you handle it?"
"Talk trash to after you defeat ."
We both walked towards the weapons section, but there was a problem.
"There's only one sword…" The guy said, "That ans only one of us can use it, that won't be a fair fight, let's call the instructo-"
"What do you think, he'll say when we tell him?" I tell him.
The guy's face paled when he imagined Lazarus insulting them over this.
He quickly took the sword thrown at him, "Take it. We'll do fine with one."
"But what about you? Isn't this unfair for you?"
"Unfair?… there is nothing unfair in war. Besides," My smile irks the guy, "I'm giving you a handicap, be grateful and take it."
He snickered, running into a full sprint, "Not like I need one."
The guy coming close to range, went for my legs as he slashed at them. I quickly do a low jump to avoid it barely. But I knew what this guy was planning.
By sweeping at my legs, he expected a normal jump that would propel in the air for a mont and that's when he will strike, like he was doing now.
But because of the low jump, I would avoid his attack that would co for my head, ducking at the right mont.
Which he also understood, as he quickly dived his sword and went for my stomach that I quickly blocked with my forearm.
"Bat!"
As I was about to grab him, he jumped back, making distance between us.
'He's quick.'
Again he ca, this ti I didn't just stand and went for a punch at his chest. Which the guy already expected as he slid to a downward slide, avoiding my punch below.
Grasping the small ti, he thrusts his sword trying to penetrate but I imdiately stop it with my other hand. Unlike before, this ti he let go of his sword and went back to distance.
'Haa, he knew he couldn't take the sword from so he ran, leaving it. That was a good decision.'
'He also moves quite fast and made great judgent in those tricky situations, it almost seems like he's a veteran soldier of the army.'
'Soone so good at fighting… yet I don't recall him from the novel nor does he have much of a presence in the class.'
I look at the guy who's ready to fight this out, even if it's a brawl. He's eyes showed no fear or excitent, just a calculating future.
I throw back the sword as he caught it, "You fight well. What's your na?"
"Alex" The guy took his stance, "Alex Atreides."
"Alright then, Atreides. Co at with everything you've got. This will be the final bout."
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