Most of the battles that took place within the Akadeumi were sparring matches.
There was nothing more efficient for honing combat experience, sense, and quick thinking than sparring between intelligent beings.
However, sparring is ultimately an act of attacking each other. It was inevitable that someone would get hurt.
Here’s the question: Between the lower and upper classes, which one had more injured students?
If we compare the severity of injuries, it would obviously be the upper class.
They possess immense strength themselves, so the impact of their attacks is on a completely different level compared to the lower class.
But that only holds true if they’re hit without any defense. Unless the upperclassmen are fools, it’s natural for them to block or dodge.
In the end, in sparring matches that are just training, attacks rarely land.
Strong people have the know-how to avoid getting hurt, and even if they do get hurt, it’s usually minor.
But what about the lower class sparring?
The weak and inexperienced ones tend to overdo it without realizing.
They focus too much on attacking and neglect defense and evasion, and that judgment ultimately comes back as injuries.
Since their combat skills are lacking, there are hardly any serious injuries, but injuries are still injuries. Recovery is naturally necessary.
In the end, the total number of people needing recovery was overwhelmingly from the lower class. Therefore, the answer to the question was the lower class.
That should have been the case, but…
“Die!!”
“Ahhh! You crazy bastard!”
“Professor!! You need to come over here too!!”
“Don’t rush me, kids. I only have one body. There, all better now? Go fight again.”
Something seems really messed up here…
An unprecedented number of injured students started appearing in the upper class. And they were pretty seriously hurt at that.
‘What a mess.’
The very person who caused this situation was calmly walking through the chaos, treating the injured.
“Phew. The upperclassmen sure get hurt pretty badly.”
“That doesn’t seem like something you should say so calmly.”
“Try being in my position. These kinds of injuries are trivial.”
Wow, can’t really argue with that…
Reina, the eldest daughter of the Trier family, specialized in recovery.
She possesses an insane ability to heal minor wounds in the blink of an eye.
With such a ridiculously powerful ability, it’s no wonder she’s the health teacher at the Akadeumi, where injuries happen daily.
If it weren’t for her, most students would probably be walking around wrapped in bandages.
Anyway, with her insane abilities, she was equally insane.
She believed that getting hurt in real combat was the fastest way to get stronger, since she could heal them.
Because of that, her teaching methods were extremely harsh.
Fight fiercely enough to get hurt, get healed, then fight again.
If you don’t want to get hurt, get stronger. Becoming stronger is the best way to protect yourself.
She was…
It was a phrase that could make anyone sick of hearing it.
Of course, it was the best way to gain experience, but… only a few could truly keep up with it.
Anyone in their right mind would learn techniques in a way that avoids getting hurt.
Focusing on defense and evasion while simultaneously looking for openings—a defensive style.
But that wasn’t Reina’s intention. Of course, she didn’t interfere, but in the end, they remained second-rate.
From Reina’s perspective, the first-rate were those who weren’t afraid to get hurt and kept moving forward.
Minor wounds were ignored. As long as it wasn’t fatal, they endured it. Attacking the enemy took top priority.
In her mind, since they would recover anyway, she preferred this aggressive style.
And among those with such a style, if there was one who stood out the most… it would naturally be the protagonist.
The protagonist, Artes. As a freshman, he actively participated in Reina’s training, getting hurt and healed more than anyone else, and as a result, he grew stronger rapidly.
By midterms of the first semester, he had already become strong enough to perform well in the intermediate class, leading to all sorts of satisfying episodes.
Thus, Reina played a crucial role in the protagonist’s growth.
And this crucial figure…
“Hey, wanna fight as a group first? Rudion, you’re out. If you join, it’ll just mess up gauging the others’ skills, so sit here and observe.”
She just told the kids who had finished the entrance ceremony to “kill each other now,” and then she says this.
Well, the protagonist’s growth already seems daunting. How… will he manage?
But hey, he’s the protagonist after all. He won’t fall into despair just because of this.
Though worried, I couldn’t miss the popcorn moment, so I focused on watching the chaos unfold.
—
Reina Trier. She was originally supposed to be in charge of the lower class.
Given that she was brought in by the Trier family due to the Academy’s needs, she could have refused if she didn’t want to do it, but surprisingly, she found interest in teaching students.
So, she asked to be assigned to the place with the most injuries, and as a result, she was assigned as the lower class teacher.
She had been in charge of the lower class before. It was somewhat fun, so she was quite satisfied.
But that was the story until yesterday. After this year’s entrance exam, her decision had completely changed.
She glanced at the pre-released assignment list. The name at the top immediately caught her eye.
‘Rudion’
A student who showed a peculiar ability to completely negate his own powers.
The other upperclassmen were also quite noticeable, but compared to him, they were just meh.
‘Ah, except for Seria.’
That kid was something else.
I felt like she was my younger sister, so I was full of thoughts of taking extra care of her.
Unfair? Try kicking me out then. The big trouble will always be on the Academy’s side.
Anyway, she was the first to change her mind after seeing him.
“Well, it’s good to have talents that can be healed and used, but it’s even better to have talents that don’t need healing.”
It’s something completely different from the concept of defensive blocking, turning attacks into nothingness.
This incomprehensible thing has created a premise of ‘not getting hurt’ that has never existed before.
As soon as her decision changed, she went to the Academy’s dean.
“Dean. Sorry, but can you switch me to the upperclassmen’s class?”
“Tomorrow is the entrance ceremony, what are you talking about?”
“Something’s come up that I need to focus on.”
Her tone is quite casual for talking to the dean. Even if she’s from the Trier family and the dean looks like a young man, isn’t she being a bit too forward?
But the dean took it in stride.
After all, they’ve been childhood friends since they were little. It would be more awkward for them to be formal with each other.
Given that even the Trier family hoped for their connection, it was clear what kind of relationship they had.
But public and private matters should be kept separate. No matter how close friends they are, they can’t handle Academy affairs as they please.
“Professor Reina Trier. No matter what, suddenly changing like this is impossible…”
“Are you short on funds lately? I could talk to my father about it.”
“…Tell me more.”
And so, Reina became the professor in charge of the upperclassmen.
Although it was openly changed by greasing palms with money, what can you do? If you have money, you should use it.
I heard the original professor in charge of the upperclassmen was moved to the lowerclassmen… Anyway, since they’re a good teacher, it won’t be a loss for the lowerclassmen.
No one knows what changes her choice will bring.
And back to the present. Even in a situation completely different from the original, there’s a man here who knows how to enjoy himself.
“Good job, Harold! Crush them all!”
He cheered for Harold, who didn’t allow any approach with his giant hammer,
“Hey, what are you doing~ Don’t cowardly run away, charge like a man! That’s it!”
He even gave a thumbs up to the man who would one day be called the Swordmaster,
“Lilith, don’t just take hits, you hit back too! Don’t go forward, go around to the side or back!”
He also gave advice to Lilith, who kept rushing in without thinking and getting hit.
“Why aren’t you cheering for me?”
“You’re fighting well. Plus, aren’t you controlling your strength to avoid hurting the kids too much?”
“You noticed, huh. At the freshman level, doing this much would already be considered talented.”
“You’re not like any ordinary freshman. But indeed, magic is overpowered in chaotic battles. In this aspect, there’s no talent like you.”
“Nope, really not.”
Before I knew it, Seria had slipped away from the battlefield and came over to chat with me.
Time flew by, and the situation was over.
In the chaos of battle, where you never knew who would attack from where, everyone seemed exhausted, breathing heavily and plopping down to rest. Even Seria, who had been busy fending off attacks aimed at her, looked pretty worn out.
That’s normal. What’s weird is Reina, who was running around healing everyone in that mess without even breaking a sweat.
I mean, I don’t get tired because of my system, but she’s not like that. What’s up with her stamina?
“Upperclassmen are on a whole different level. Hard to believe she just enrolled today.”
“You made us do all this just to check that out?”
“Not sure you’re in a position to say that, since you were the one egging everyone on from the back. Thanks to you, the kids fought harder, so I’m not complaining.”
I was just cheering a bit, but somehow I ended up fueling this ridiculous situation.
After a short break, everyone regained some energy and headed back to the classroom.
“Anyone hurt?”
A few guys checked themselves over. Probably amazed that their big wounds had vanished without a trace.
In the end, no one was hurt. Thanks to Reina’s quick healing, there didn’t seem to be any lingering effects.
“Good job, everyone. Since it’s the first day, there’s no special lecture. Go back and rest up.”
Reina, satisfied, wrapped things up and left the classroom.
After that, the students started chatting about Reina’s abilities and slowly headed out.
I wanted to follow them, but unfortunately, I couldn’t.
“Alright, take care.”
“Wait, now that I think about it, this is ridiculous. If you’re gonna call me, at least give me a reason.”
I’d been summoned by the Student Council.
As Seria left and I was about to head out alone…
“Hey, Rudion. Hold up.”
Lilith, waiting outside the classroom, stopped me. She looked pretty annoyed.
Did I give too much advice today and make her mad?
She glanced around to check if anyone was nearby, then cautiously approached and whispered.
“Got a minute?”
Suddenly? No, not really. I should’ve said that, but she was too quick.
“I’ve got a favor to ask. Can you hang out with me for a bit?”
She’s not usually like this. What’s going on?
For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.
After a moment of hesitation, I replied.
“Sure. What’s up?”
Sorry, Student Council President. I’m gonna be a bit late.
