Richard’s sudden ruckus, made everyone look at him, Boris was baffled at the reaction of his instructor but he already had anticipated something like this happening, so he took care of the situation.
“The break is over, come here… today we have an honorable guest attending our combat lesson, so you will learn one or two new things”.
The members of the elite class stood from where they were and approached them, the lesson was about to start or so they thought, but instead Richard took the initiative to present himself.
“Good evening young mages, my name is Richard Risha, as you might have already guessed, I’m Yvonne’s grandfather, it’s a pleasure”.
Everyone accepted Richard’s greet, since Boris was looking at them with dagger-like eyes, they also presented themselves, just the name was enough for Richard to know more or less their status, with the only exception of Michael, Daimon and Aisha who had surnames others might haven’t heard off.
Richard evaluated the “recruits” in front of him, it didn’t escape his eyes that Daimon and Aisha were practically glued to each other, but the same could be said of his granddaughter, Liliana and Leslie, Michael and Calvin were joking with each other, it was like any other classroom.
“Not bad, they have their little groups but no one is ignoring the others… it’s just that they met not too long ago, so there are still some “limits” between them, what a shame there isn’t a knight to balance things a bit, but an all-mage team is not bad at all”.
Richard’s attention was drawn by Calvin’s relaxed appearance, he couldn’t help but shook his head.
“To think that the libertine grandson of Charles Ghrish would end up entering the elite class, I wonder why is he only in the tenth place?”, he thought.
Calvin felt the old man looking at him and he had a bad premonition, “come on why do you look at me, I haven’t tried to hit on your granddaughter”.
The other one that felt Richard’s evaluating gaze was Daimon, he already knew how it felt when the special eyes Yvonne looked at him, so he could easily detect that the old man did something similar.
“This old man seems quite enthusiastic; I wonder what did the tutor discussed with them earlier”.
Yvonne on the other hand knew what was going to happen, her grandfather has always doted on her, but he also taught them how to defend herself, military customs doesn’t disappear just by retiring after all.
Richard nodded before giving his verdict.
“For those who doesn’t know, I used to be a military instructor, little Ogien asked me to teach you a couple of things, I see there are no knights between you so the first lesson a mage must learn is… how to fight without magic”.
The idea wasn’t bad, many mages have died because they completely relied on spells, the only problem is that the body of a mage isn’t as resistant as the one of a knight, later at the mage lord realm and above there is a natural strengthening to withstand more powerful spells, but for star ranked mages there is not such a thing,
Self-strengthening spells do exist, but again the dependance to magic takes over, so for low ranked mages, the style of fighting is usually the same, throwing spells at the enemy, of course now there are more options since weapons like the gun, spells engraved in scrolls and things like that were used to make up for that temporal weakness.
Daimon smirked, right now the best user of magic guns was for sure him, Liz was one of the best magic blacksmiths in the wonder myriad stellar chart, and they both put on a lot of work on the improvement of it.
Richard enthusiastic expression suddenly changed to a slightly malicious one when he looked at the male students.
“You three take off your upper clothes and go up the training platform”.
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Daimon gave Boris a weird gaze, like saying “what the hell is this”, unfortunately Boris only shrugged.
“He is the best instructor I have ever seen, give it a try… in any case you and Michael aren’t too needed of training and Calvin is already doomed to have extra lessons, so you have nothing to lose”.
Calvin sighed, “This vindictive old man is never going to forgive me for holding back in my previous fight”, he thought.
Daimon took off both his shirt and his jacket and handed them to Aisha before going up the platform, it felt a bit weird being half naked in front of people he met not too long ago, but he wasn’t exactly a shy person so he simply stood still and waited for the training to start.
Since the class representative was following with the act Calvin and Michael have no option but to participate, they took their upper clothes off but unlike Daimon Boris was the one that received them.
While Michael didn’t pay too much attention to it, Calvin felt miserable, “I also want a cute girl to hold on onto my clothes sigh”.
Now that the three of them were standing next to each other, their different type of bodies were easy to distinguish, Calvin was the tallest and his muscles were the bulkiest out of the three which was understandable considering he was also the oldest, Michael on the other hand was quite short and his body constitution was more on the slim side, he didn’t look weak but agile.
And lastly Daimon, which was in the middle of them, his muscles seemed to have been carved in marble, he had a perfectly balanced shape, not too thin but not too bulky either.
Richard walked around them for a couple of minutes as he evaluated their constitutions, he nodded as he told them his verdict.
“A sneaky one and a tank, not bad… as for the kid from the Revy family in my one thousand years as an instructor I never saw someone having such a balanced body constitution, as far as I understand you are the leader, but besides that you can fulfill the role of the vanguard”.
Richard pointed at the girls as he continued with his explanation.
“There aren’t knights in your class, and of course that will be exploited by those shameless guys from the Jolbaris family, so you three will have to make up for it”.
Calvin rose his hand to interrupt Richard.
“Mm… I have a question, I understand that a couple of knights are needed in a well-balanced team, but we are mages, if we suddenly try to change our fighting style wouldn’t that be a disadvantage?”.
Richard nodded.
“Normally you would be right, but are you telling me you who have such a sturdy constitution will hide behind the girls and let them be in the front of the battle instead?”.
Calvin felt a ton of gazes piercing his back, there was an especially strong one which made him shiver, Irina was looking at him with murderous eyes, which made him swallow his complains.
“Ahem, of course not, I the young master of the Ghrish family I’m the most gallant among the male students of the Wild Claw academy”.
Michael smiled.
“I guess you mean the most womanizer”, he said in a sarcastic voice.
Daimon which was laughing before suddenly felt his mother looking at him due to Michael words, luckily, he was shameless enough to feign indifference, “In public I don’t have a lover, although Liz and Elaine are engaged to me the marriage is set for the future”, he thought.
Calvin patted Daimon’s back but he unconsciously used a bit too much force, a blunt sound caught everyone’s attention.
“Woahh, what the hell is your body made off… I’m not a little shrimp like Michael and yet my hand feels numb just for a little pat!!!”.
Boris eyes light up, he suddenly remembered how Daimon fought hand to hand with a fourth star ranked knight, and not only that but in a sheer strength competition he easily won.
“Instructor… it seems we already have a “knight” in the team, I saw Daimon overwhelm a knight in a sword fight, and it was the young master of the Gladius family which is known for their swordsmanship”.
Richard grinned.
“Really?”.
*Clang*, the sound of metals colliding echoed through the whole training facilities, Aliya shook her head, she saw Richard using a metal staff to hit Daimon’s back, the result was that the staff bent against Daimon’s skin while there wasn’t even the slightest scratch on his body.
Daimon cleared his throat.
“Ahem, I don’t mind the training and all that, but if you leave a bruise in my back, I know a couple of people that are going to get mad at you… instructor”.
Richard was marveled by the results; this was a method he used to set the pace of the training.
“Hahaha kid what kind of mage are you, not suffering the slightest wound being attacked with the strength of a five-star knight”.