The first day of official sses began, and Silva wt for his first ss, which was on basicbat, held in an op field. They had to put on thebat uniform provided for them, as that would allow them to move easierpared to the robes.


    It was apulsory ss that everyone had to attd, so ev wh they wt to register for their courses, it was already there.


    The same applied to the basic magic ss and some other sses.


    Silva arrived there with Aaron and saw his sister already there.


    In this whole ss, ev though Silva was well-toned and defined, you could tell he was the youngest.


    His crazy smooth and pale skin didn''t help either. Silva was the literal vy of boys—powerful and very handsome, like only a royal elf couldpete.


    Elves were known to be very beautiful, and the purer your blood, the better your looks, so the royal family of elves were world-ss beauties.


    Silva would be as such if he continued looking good the way he was until he grew, but that''s not what is important.


    Combat ss was a basic ss, and it was still handled by Miss Elizabeth, their homeroom teacher. She wore abat-type outfit that tuated her curves, and with every step, they shook like crazy.


    Wh all of them were there, she began the ss.


    "Most of you have learned many powerful fighting techniques and trained your bodies to be stronger, and that''s all good.


    But th again, most of you skipped the basics and leaped right into advanced techniques.


    The reason is that you all felt that basic training would do nothing for you and that you could make do with advanced techniques.


    But that begs the question: how long do you think that willst you before everything goes to shit?


    Imagine building a house with a very weak foundation. You may make it through the first floor, the second floor, and maybe the third floor.


    But after that, the house begins to get unstable, shaky, copsing, and lots more. And wh the winds and rainse, it all falls apart—all because of the shitty foundation.


    That is why you all must know the basics ofbat, the life and the punches. You have to get good at them before you startyering them with techniques upon techniques.


    So to that note, the first phase of the ss will be foundation building. You all have to simply repeat.


    But remember this: it''s not all about repeating andpletely replicating what I do, but it''s for you to understand the movemt.


    Understand what muscles are involved, what tdons are getting stretched. You have to understand the blood flow every time you make the punch.


    It is about understanding how it feels in your body, because wh you do that, you can now edit that punch to fit your body, and you will be able to gain a better result.


    It is like art; every artist has a unique style. If I asked you to copy my art and try to understand it, over time, your own art will deviate from mine and create your own style.


    That''s all I need from you in this exam, so ve away and follow me." She said and got into position.


    She started a set of punches and kicks, while the studts followed, and they all did as she said, trying to understand the attack.


    Silva followed the routine, but every punch he threw was perfect because before he ev punched, his mind had already run the best simtion that would fit him, and they agreed on it before he punched.


    So he was already punching in the best possible way. They spt over half an hour going over the routine constantly.


    Wh they finally stopped, half of the ss fell to the g, trying to breathe. Not all of the studts there were fullybat-orited, but the cklight Academy was one that taughtbatpulsorily.


    Elizabeth gave them five minutes to rest before they would start the sparring sessions. Lia wanted to be Silva''s sparring partner, but the purple-haired girl came over and asked her.


    She looked over at Silva''s ce and saw that Oliver had met Silva and asked him. She sighed internally and agreed to the girl.


    Yesterday night, the rankings for first years had shown, and of course, Silva was number , the purple-haired girl was second, and Lia was third.


    It made sse that she would meet Lia to spar because to her, Lia was the only real oppont, aside from Silva, that is.


    Silva looked at Oliver. He nodded in agreemt. He didn''t know why Oliver hade to meet him, but he could sse that there was a reason; it wasn''t just to spar.


    "Alright, time''s up. It''s time to start. The rules are simple: no magic allowed, no death blows, and no trying to cripple your oppont. You may begin," Elizabeth said.


    Oliver wt in for the attack. He used basicbos of punches, but Silva easily evaded them. He took some steps back and th asked.


    "Ar''t you going to start talking? Won''t you tell me why you chose me?"


    Oliver heard that and increased the speed of his attacks, trying to hit Silva.


    "I want to warn you; you are walking a thin rope, feeling untouchable.


    I want to make it clear so that you''ll know. I have a feeling that if I defeat you somehow, I''ll be able to take over what belongs to me.


    So this is just a warning to prepare you—we are emies," Oliver said.


    "Well, I never wanted to be your frid, and also, I don''t believe you can take over the inheritance from your sister," Silva said, dodging an attack before stepping in and punching Oliver in the guts.


    Oliver leaped backward to try and gather himself, but Silva was already approaching.


    "Youck the talt and drive she has. She also sees you as one to protect; she doesn''t see you as an oppont," Silva said with a smile.