In the dormitories of Glasco, where the new semester had begun, interest in Lucas's first lecture was undeniably immense.
This curiosity wasn't limited to just the freshmen; it was widespread even among the upperclassmen.
In the central hall, people paced around, eagerly anticipating the reviews from those who attended.
How different, exactly, is a lecture given by the Hero of the Eastern Front?
What did they learn there, and what kind of skills will they be handling?
-They probably received Professor Lucas's secret techniques.
-They must be learning the secret method to manifest aura.
Since it was a lecture open only to the chosen ones, speculation was rampant.
Some were even deifying the lecture itself.
They wanted to get even one thing out of the students who took that class.
But no matter how long they waited, the people they were waiting for were nowhere to be seen.
As if mocking those waiting anxiously, most of the students taking 'Everything About Battle' had headed to the library.
'Aren't they from the Combat Department? Why did they come here?'
'I don't know?'
'Whew, what kind of book are they reading so fiercely?'
'Hey, lower your eyes and pretend not to know. If you're not careful, you might become a bread shuttle for 5 years.'
Receiving tremendous attention and gazes, or perhaps stimulating someone's PTSD.
Of course, not everyone headed to the library.
"Get lost."
"Y, Young Master. I, I came to G, Glasco to s, serve Young M, Master...."
"I said I don't need you. Get lost. I take care of my own business."
"B, but...."
"It's an order. While I am at Glasco, do not speak to me carelessly and do not interfere in my business. Just die listening to that fancy lecture."
"Y, Young Master...."
There was one sticking to his master.
"Then what if we use carbon alloy instead of stainless steel? X, run the simulation."
-Recombining based on the input information....
There was one clinging to research.
'Just where is the end of that strength?'
And there was one lost in deep contemplation alone.
'Could I have done it like Professor Lucas?'
Romero's shadow, Deyan.
He retraced the movements Lucas showed.
If looking simply at speed, there are plenty of people who can show that level of movement.
But there was something about Lucas's movement that couldn't be evaluated simply by speed.
Indeed, if it were Deyan himself.
Could he have imitated the movement and judgment Lucas showed in front of that mighty energy?
He shook his head.
'I am far lacking.'
He held his sword and fell into deep imagery.
Lucas's first lecture left a deep impression on all his disciples.
'No, so where did all these kids go?'
***
Scritch, scratch.
This moment filled only with the sound of paper and pen creating friction.
I was gaining peace for the first time in this world.
-Understanding and application of aspects of battle with demons viewed through the situation of the Eastern Front.
The setting of a research paper, which I regretted at first, had amusingly become the setting I did best.
It is 'writing' after a long time.
Although it takes the form of a thesis, its essence is a completely new novel born from my imagination.
'Yes, this is it!'
Even if I was a failed writer, I was a person who dreamed of being an author.
I chose this path because I liked writing.
When I was serializing, it was vague and difficult, and facing malicious comments was painful.
When I finished with a poor piece of work, a sense of shame surged.
But now that I hold the pen again like this.
I felt keenly that I was alive.
In the desperate situation surrounding me, it was the only light and liberation.
I immersed myself, forgetting the passage of time.
When I came to my senses before I knew it, the day had changed.
***
"Is the job of monitoring him going well?"
"...I am doing it diligently."
Rit bowed down while managing his throbbing head.
Actually, he wanted to cling to the being in front of him and complain.
'No, that professor bastard doesn't get off work, you see? That bastard is a devil... Ah, we are the devils. Anyway, he is a bastard worse than a devil!' like that.
What kind of person gets stuck in the office and doesn't leave work.
How can a teaching assistant leave work when the supervising professor doesn't leave?
Rit ended up pulling an all-nighter on his first day of work.
Aren't you leaving work?
He wanted to ask several times, but the tremendous concentration felt even from outside the door.
Fearing his life would be extinguished if he broke it, he kept his mouth shut and waited endlessly for 12 hours.
And that repeats every day.
That crazy human came out of the office only at 5 AM, and the words he said looking at him were, 'You came to work early.'
Is he a madman?
"If there is any suspicious movement, report immediately."
"Yes, I understand."
He wants to shout to be replaced, but if a lower-grade demon like himself goes against the high-grade demon in front of his eyes, that too would not be good for his lifespan, so he held it in.
'Right... let's sleep when I die....'
And become a ghost to pay back the grudge accumulated against those two bastards.
Rit made a firm resolution.
***
Lecture-Thesis-Daily Training.
A month passed with this life where these three things repeated.
I also realized the fact that Rit, whom I thought came to work early every time, actually didn't leave work.
A truly scary bastard.
Now I continued the days of enduring with my glib tongue on the podium of the familiar lecture hall.
But these damn talented insects, perhaps because they got used to Brother Tess's method, aren't as easy to handle as at first.
Still, I have a position as the creator of the worldview.
I am not at a level to be easily conquered.
The real problem is that now 'actual combat' has to start slowly.
I also want to postpone it as much as possible, but there must be actual combat so I can raise those things as shields for me as I originally intended.
"Prior to actual combat training, I will examine each of your talents."
I do not conduct uniform classes like public education in Korea.
Their individualities were not consistent, and if I was going to raise them like that, I wouldn't have selectively received them in the first place.
Everyone has something they are best at, and I know that I am much safer if I develop that and use it.
"First of all... Ailon."
"Yes!"
The expression of Ailon, who was called, brightens noticeably.
Perhaps since the first day of class, he seems to have made tremendous improvements.
"Your talent is clear at a glance. So step aside to one side."
Wow, I don't want to deal with you ever again.
I still flinch whenever I see red light, you know.
Ailon manipulated his wheelchair and moved aside with a noticeably disappointed look.
"Torres, come out."
"Y, yes!"
There isn't any special reason for pointing out Torres first.
It is because at this point, Torres is the most terrible.
He possesses the best talent, but he didn't receive professional training.
Therefore, it is natural that he has no choice but to be clumsy.
He is the easiest opponent that even I can sufficiently critique at my level.
"Hold the weapon you are confident in and move freely."
Torres held an iron sword and swung it clumsily.
'...!'
At that moment, I had no choice but to doubt my eyes.
'Points to fix are... visible?'
I had only activated
Then, just like during training, a semi-transparent form was overlaid on the actual Torres.
As if pointing out that clumsy movement, it was guiding to the correct posture.
However, I am the only one who can see that.
'F, fu... Fucking awesome!'
If it's like this, the story changes.
Isn't this a special ability truly specialized for 'nitpicking'?
First, I composed myself.
Since it might be visible only to Torres.
"Next."
I hurriedly called the next student.
It was the same method, but that proficiency was clearly different from Torres.
Even so, it was clearly 'visible.'
It was cutting out inefficient movements and suggesting movements that could draw out the most talent.
'This will do!'
It is worth a try.
***
"You, change your weapon. A two-handed sword with weight suits you better than a one-handed sword."
"There, you must use the recoil of your waist more. Powerfully and quickly."
It is true that as they got used to the theory lectures, the intense impression Lucas showed had also blurred.
However, as of today, it changed again.
They just held their weapons and swung them.
However, Lucas pinpointed their lacking parts accurately and corrected them.
He even recommended new armaments breaking away from what they used to use, and surprisingly, they fit perfectly in their hands.
The one feeling the most surprise was Deyan.
Deyan was someone who had pride in his own swordsmanship in his own way.
He thought the critiques continuing for other people would be far from him.
"The power you load into your lower body is insufficient. Step about 30% stronger."
"...!"
Lucas's correction was truly shocking.
A difference in trivial detail created a surprising change.
Techniques became sharper, and the sword path became smoother.
He just listened to Lucas's words, but it felt like his level had risen.
Beyond surprise, admiration surges.
Indeed, like Romero's order, can I surpass that person?
A fundamental doubt arose.
"Professor."
That doubt was instinctively fired toward Lucas.
***
"Professor."
This familiar voice.
It is Deyan.
"What is it."
Why, again, what.
Is it because of the aftermath of the first lecture, his calling me didn't sound pleasing.
"How can one become strong like you?"
"...."
That friend is having a huge misunderstanding.
Honestly speaking, I would lose even fighting your little finger, punk.
But there is no reason to say it out loud.
"Polish and refine."
I have no choice but to cheer him on to just work hard.
At this level, I am a true teacher.
"Please show us how much we must polish and refine to reach you, Professor. Your sword, Professor. So that we can aim for it."
What absurd nonsense.
The only thing I know how to do is the 8-directional cut.
What is the benefit of showing such a thing to them?
'I must refuse. Plausibly.'
Just in time, it is time for the lecture to end.
Let's make a plausible excuse and dismiss the lecture.
It was the moment I was about to open my mouth.
[New notification has arrived.]
[Ejaculation Without Erection has donated 1,000G.]
No, what kind of royal road is this again.
My eyes widened.
It is true that I feel a thrilling emotion every time I receive it.
It seems like confidence is suddenly surging too.
"Professor?"
"...."
Oops.
I missed the timing while marveling at the donation.
It is a situation too awkward to back out here.
I rolled my brain as much as possible and thought of a way to escape plausibly.
'Anyway, there is only one thing I can do.'
Let's show at least what I am somewhat good at.
"I will show you briefly."
Only then will it be ambiguous for you guys to judge.
***
Originally, Lucas's lecture should have ended here.
Since Lucas was someone who obsessively met the time or ended early if anything.
He never went over the set time.
"Please show us your sword, Professor. So that we can aim for it."
Actually, it was correct that Deyan's proposal shouldn't be accepted.
Because he used to sharply refuse additional questions if the lecture time passed.
But it was also true that there was expectation.
Like Deyan's words, everyone here wanted to know where they should aim.
"...."
'Huh?'
A gap occurred after Deyan's request.
That gap planted a strange expectation.
By any chance.
"I will show you briefly."
Lucas drew his sword and raised it straight above his head.
The series of processes is elegant as if looking at a work of art.
'The posture is indeed different.'
The most basic posture, the High Stance.
Regardless of the weapon, it is a posture that Combat Department students would have learned basically.
He said he would show briefly, but I never thought he would really show the basics.
At this time when a slight sense of disappointment arose, Lucas's sword was drawn downward.
S-gung-!
"...."
The air in the lecture hall froze.
A silence where even breathing seemed not allowed wrapped around the lecture hall.
"...That is all."
Professor Lucas turned his body as is and disappeared, but those inside the lecture hall couldn't make even a slight movement.
'Beautiful.'
The single thought that pierced through all their heads.
It was a simple downward cut.
But it wasn't a simple downward cut.
It was an overwhelming single strike enough to captivate their souls.
It was the pinnacle in itself.