Chapter 6 – The First Training
<span style="font-weight:400">At some point in their discussion, a servant knocks on the door. Some nobleman has requested an audience with the King.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King informs us that the first instructor will arrive the next morning and we can start around noon. Everyone leaves with various emotions apanying them. We separate pretty quickly and choose to do our stuff.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not having much to do, I spend the rest of my time before the nightes checking out the books in my room since they are in Common. Unfortunately, they are all works of fiction. I leave a mental note to myself to ask for ess to the library. There must be one in the King’s castle, right?
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<span style="font-weight:400">The next morning, I wake up, do some of my usual exercises, grab something to eat at the dining area and move out of the castle to head to the training grounds, a bit before the set time.
<span style="font-weight:400">I arrive at a vast courtyard with many separated practice fields. Some just like rectangr arenas, some in a fashion of a shooting range, some with a lot of dummies or those wooden mannequins with many rotating sticks you often see in martial arts movies. Surprisingly, I’m not the first from our group here. Natalie is sitting on a bench to my right and writing something in her pocket-sized notepad.
<span style="font-weight:400">I walk around to approach her from the front so that I don’t startle her. Certain that she noticed me, I plop down on the bench and casually look around. After a few minutes, she closes her notepad and turns to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are not going to ask what I am doing, Teacher?” she asks with her soft melodic voice but as usual quite a cold one.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’te here to disturb you, just to wait. How are you faring… with all the stuff?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I still feel like it’s a dream or something, but I know this is real. I hope everything is alright back at home. Father can be… really emotional and caring. Even more than my mother. Hopefully, he’s alright…” she says while slumping her shoulders.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’ll be fine. He is a strong-willed person. They’ll get through this.” I try to cheer her up, but some empty words of reassurement won’t do too much good. “Look. It would be a different story if you were kidnapped or disappeared alone. With five people vanishing, they will definitely hold to the hope that you are all alright. No one would want to get rid of all five of you and anger a lot of bigshots, so they should think we are being kept away somewhere or something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah... You are right. Thank you, Teacher,” she speaks more to herself than to me, trying to believe my words.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No worries. Just remember. I’ll be always there if any of you need anything. And it’s not like I’ll be holding our sses in this world, so you can drop the official title. Carter is fine. stair too. Hell, anything is fine.” I stand up, stretch a bit, and smile at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.” She stares at me for a few seconds. “You are not worried about your family, Tea—Mr Carter?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My father is gone, Mother could rot in hell as far as I care, and my grandparents are decently set up with the preparations I made in case anything happened to me since my dad was their only son.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I put my hands behind my head and assume a grim expression on my face when remembering that bitch.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have spent only like nine years at their ce and haven''t lived with them anymore for another nine. Gramps is tough so he’ll be fine. Granny, I guess too. I’ll still miss them of course. Besides that, I didn’t really socialize with the world. You should be aware I was kind of a shut-in.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Although no one would believe that, seeing how open you are in the ssroom.” She smiles faintly, but it fades quickly. “Sorry for making you remember the painful past. I didn’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“All good, I’m long over it. Look. Seems like we are getting started soon. They areing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As I say this, the rest of our group arrives, and shortly after, a well-built man dressed in cloth armour that’s easy to move in, steps forward, apanied by four people in robes. We walk to one of the arenas. He stands in the middle while the mages or priests position themselves on the edges.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay! Attention please!” he shouts energetically.
<span style="font-weight:400">He wears a short shaggy beard and medium length hair tied up in a samurai-style man bun, both in dark brown colour.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For the uing months, you will undergo training with every weapon we have at our disposal. You will be spending some time familiarizing yourself with those until one day you will stumble on the feeling of one of them perfectly fitting in your grasp. With that procedure, we will be able to deduce what type of weapon is mainly suited for your future ss. When those are discovered, you will be able to focus entirely on developing it or them. Clear enough?”
<span style="font-weight:400">We nod unanimously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great. Today we will start with something simple. Hand to handbat.” He hits his chest with his fist with a loud thump. “I’m a Martial Artist! Those guys around are all healers. You are going to attack me and defend against my attacks. No need to push yourselves to the limits. This is not apetition. But do give your best. And don’t worry about me, I’m a tough guy, you won’t be able to do much to me.” He shes a smug grin. “The big guy with short hair and sses. You are first!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Me?” Paul asks looking around. “I’m not really a closebat type. I’d rather try something with range.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Doesn’t matter. You can’t know what kind of skills you got at this moment. Come on! I’m not going to beat you up for sport!”
<span style="font-weight:400">He reluctantly enters the t arena, takes off his sses and assumes a battle position with his fists out. Looks like a boxing stance to me. The instructor pumps his fists a few times and waves at him to start.
<span style="font-weight:400">Paul approaches him, sidestepping right and left while keeping his guard up. When at the correct distance, he starts throwing some straight punches. They are easily blocked or avoided by the instructor. Paul dances around him, trying tond a solid hit. <span style="font-weight:400">I don’t know that much about boxing, but his movements look quite good.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sides switch and now it’s the man’s turn to attack. His heavy punches push Paul back a few steps every time they hit his guard. He manages to fit a feint andnd a hit on Paul’s stomach, sending him back a few meters. Paul falls to his knees and coughs a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">One of the healers approaches him while the man is spinning his arm happily.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, good. That was decent. Did you feel something weird during the match?” he asks with a beaming smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Cough. Cough.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Yeah… Your fist on my stomach…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha! Funny one, ain’t ya? Well then, rest on the side. Maybe ady wants a go now? I promise I’ll be gentle!” He sps his hands andughs. He does that a lot. “Hmmm? What about you there shortie?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Shino sizes him up for a moment hesitatingly but enters the ring in the end. She makes a little bow and assumes her position. She moves her left foot to the front and lowers her posture by about one-third. She then stretches her left hand to the front and down, and right to the back and up, with both palms facing upwards, locking her gaze on the opponent. I suddenly get ninja vibes from the anime, but then I remember her mentioning a family’s traditional martial arts in one of our conversations back on Earth. Kendo might not be the only thing she is focusing on.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hoh? You seempetent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Without a word of warning, heunches himself at her with a straight kick. Shino easily moves out of the way and pushes his leg to the side with her palm. She takes a few steps back, but the instructor quickly closes the distance and starts throwing his punches. Left straight. Right uppercut. Right diagonal into a spinning kick.
<span style="font-weight:400">They are running around the arena, with Shino dodging every strike by a hair''s breadth. He makes another heavy straight kick with his right leg, which flies by her face and makes her wisps of hair flutter. She moves to the left, gaining an opportunity to strike back while his leg is stretched out, and her palm is on its path to the man’s underside… but it suddenly loses its momentum and only pushes him back a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">I catch a quick glimpse of her face in all this turmoil.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">It looks like she is struggling… No... She is not struggling with the fight. She is struggling with herself. For some reason, she seems hesitant.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop!” <span style="font-weight:400">I shout while raising my hand. They jump away from each other, and still in battle positions, they look my way in confusion. I slowly approach them and soon arrive at Shino’s side.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sensei?” She tilts her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ce my hand on her shoulder and look straight into her violet eyes. “Why are you holding back?”
<span style="font-weight:400">They widen in surprise. She clearly hasn’t been expecting anyone to notice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You said it yourself. This is no longer Earth. So then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She drops her gaze to the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ummmmmmm…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Listen here. I have no idea what your mentors have said to you back there, but you shouldn’t view the guy here with our usual, earthly standards. And I believe it’s much better to test yourself in a secure environment with a Human partner than against a creepy beast two times your size.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I grab her other shoulder and turn her around to face the man again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So stop worrying yourself over it and mop the floor with that dude. The hoodies on the sides will take care of him after.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I give her a light push forward.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Finished with your little pep talk? Not like it’s gonna change anything here. I’m at Tier 3, y’all still at 0.” He spits to the side and smirks. I leave the stage with a grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shino gazes back at us onest time, turns to her opponent and takes a deep breath. She again assumes her battle stance, but this time, her palms are in a parallel line with her arms, not straight up like thest time. A subtle change, but I feel like she emanates a different aura now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s finish this quickly, others want some fun too!”
<span style="font-weight:400">He throws a happy remark and lunges forward much quicker than in the first bout. Hends on his left foot shortly before Shino and makes a forceful straight kick in her direction with his right leg. In a sh, she lowers herself to the point where it flies above her head, instantly positions herself on its right side below, firmly grabs his leg with her left hand and forms a w with the right. Faster than we can blink, she hits the sides of his exposed calf and thigh with her knuckles, two times each, making his muscles cramp and start pulling the man’s body backwards and down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She wastes no time, instantly starting to run. Still close to the ground, she dashes under the leg she was holding, turns herself to face the man’s back, and using all her strength, she hits it with both of her palms, sending him forwards with great force.
<span style="font-weight:400">And, that’s not the end. With a quick spin, she arrives at his right side, takes another fast spin extending her right leg upwards almost in a full split, andnds a spinning kick right into the poor guy’s face, which is speeding forward due to her previous push. Two opposing forces sh, resulting in the man’s body doing a double backflip in the air from the kick in the head while flying past her, crashing onto the ground on his belly and scraping along the ground for another three meters ahead.
<span style="font-weight:400">Silence fills the air. Only Shino’s exhausted sigh wanders through it. The instructor isn’t moving. One of the priests finally breaks out of his shock and runs to him. The rest follows shortly. They start some incantations in panic. Shino trots back to us, where everyone is standing with their jaws literally dropped to the ground and I have the smuggest grin on my face ever.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suddenly feel like I was just a few steps away from my meeting with Charon<sup ss="modern-footnotes-footnote " data-mfn="1"></sup><span ss="modern-footnotes-footnote__note" data-mfn="1">In Greek and Roman mythology, Charon is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead. yesterday.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I throw ament at her and she responds with a very mischievous grin, totally unbefitting her usual character. Shivers run down my spine.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">God, please… Don’t tell me she’s a battle junkie</i><span style="font-weight:400">...」
<span style="font-weight:400">We are forced to wait around half an hour before the healers bring our instructor back to a working state. He doesn’t evenment on thest fight. His confidence and pride must have taken a huge hit from being obliterated by a little girl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Natalie goes next. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like he is holding a grudge and he doesn’t take his anger out on her. He still does his job properly. Natalie blocks some of his weaker attacks and dodges the others. He doesn’t push her around too heavily. She even tries to grab him a few times, but the weight difference is too big. They end up pretty quickly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Next volunteers Marcia. And forget everything I said about Paul dancing around the instructor. She is the real dancer. She keeps moving irregrly in every direction while being light on her feet. Fast and agile. Her movements are very rhythmic; you can almost hear the beat somewhere. She reminds me of that capoeira guy’s idle animation from a certain fighting game I’ve yed in the past. They exchange some moves, but in the end, she is pushed back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before I can move, Kamil jumps into the arena and starts attacking the instructor. There’s not much style in his movements. He just keeps pressuring the other man with his random punches and kicks. They do pack some power though. The instructor’s guard flies back a few times, but nothing worth mentioning happens. Atst, my turnes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I enter the arena. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of real fighting experience. Yes, I’ve done some training with my father in the past, but I was like twelve back then. I also attended a few courses of self-defence and military CQC, but I have never gotten into a serious fight. And the man standing in front of me is a pro martial artist. But, this does not discourage me. It’s the opposite. It’s like a challenge.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">I can’t rely on strength or agility since he’s much better in those terms. I don’t have any special techniques I could utilize… There’s only one way, and it all depends on him… Time to make a bet...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I try copying Paul’s boxing stance with my guard high up and covering my head. The instructor starts throwing some punches. They do notnd on my guard. Although, it’s not because I am quick to dodge, but because I take a step or two back when I see his attack beginning. From time to time, I try to clumsily send a punch of mine at him. We spend a minute with the instructor chasing me backstepping around the field.
<span style="font-weight:400">I start to stumble over my own feet and breathe heavily. He matches my speed and more punches begin to hit my guard, throwing it in every direction. After another twenty seconds of me getting beaten up, it finally happens. Being done with all this charade, the instructor takes a heavy stance readying his right fist for a powerful punch that will send me flying. Unfortunately for him, it''s exactly what I was waiting for.
<span style="font-weight:400">He throws his punch with a lot of strength and body weight behind it, expecting me to jump back like usual. Instead, seeing a punch flying straight at me, I angle my guard to my left at something like fifty degrees from the vertical axis, move it to my right side and rush forward. My arms meet his fist and it—painfully for me—scrapes over my angled upper forearms.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">His fist slides off to the right, but at the same time, still keeping my momentum from the jump forward, I retract my left arm while turning my torso with it. Mustering all my strength alongside the centrifugal force, I slide my right elbow over his extended arm, straight into his face.
<span style="font-weight:400">His head receives my hit and he takes a step backwards. I quickly crouch under his still extended arm, turning my back to him. Hastily, I position myself close to his body, grab him by the aforementioned limb, and while thrusting my ass behind me, I throw the still surprised instructor over my shoulder, right into the ground in front of me, mming him down as hard as I can. I hurriedly kneel over his throat and cock back my fist in a threatening way; his eyes wide in surprise.
<span style="font-weight:400">Exhaling heavily, I step away.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaaaaaaah… Ouch, he hits like a fucking truck. My poor arms… I can’t believe it actually worked this well.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">He stands up on his own. My attack didn’t do enough damage to knock him out, just dazed him for a second. Massaging his forehead he turns to me, who is breathing roughly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How the hell did you get so strong in the middle of the fight?” he asks confused.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well…” I stop for a moment to catch my breath. All this running around hasn’t left me without any fatigue. “Some people say that theck of information is the easiest way to lose a war. But, I dare to disagree.” I sh him a smug grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">I look around so that others know I’m not only speaking to him. “What’s worse than theck of information?” No one seems to want to answer, so I continue. “Mis-information.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Misinformation? What do you mean by that? I didn’t have any information about your strength before the fight. Wait… Does that mean…” The instructor makes a thoughtful expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Looks like you’ve finally realized. It’s exactly like you think. I fed you with false information during our bout. Since the very beginning, everything has been an act. My cowardly steps back, my semi-weak punches, my guard being punched around by you, and finally, my fake exhaustion announced by me stumbling over my own legs.” I walk around as I exin my plot. “All that just for a single second, a tiny chance that you will drop your guard and underestimate me. And honestly, I really didn’t think it would work after you got destroyed by Shino previously. I got lucky.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stretch a bit. “It’s way worse to be misinformed than to be underinformed. The weak aren’t always helpless.” While speaking thest sentence, I sweep my gaze over the students. Hopefully, they’ll remember that. Who knows what sses they will receive in the end.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kamil looks slightly annoyed by the fact that I was able to manage against the instructor while he failed to achieve anything noteworthy. Paul seems impressed by what I did with the boxing style. Shino didn’t need any help with what she did, but she still looks at me with amazement. Marcia smiles at me impishly. It feels kinda dangerous… Andstly, Natalie, who was the most dejected with her performance, seems a bit less depressed now. She’s the creative type, she’ll manage.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Seriously… I can’t get rid of my inner teacher even in another world...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」