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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,
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