From the two classes I have taken, this swordsmanship teacher always gives others a cold and unconstrained feeling in the class. There are little changes in expression, speaks short and in a flat tone, but the teaching is very good. She has a great reputation among the students, and her class discipline has always been good.
I remembered when Rolanna introduced the teachers of this academy, she mentions that this teacher was also an elf who had experienced the abyss war, and was also an honorary knight of this country.
In fact, from her usual standing posture, as well as the skill relieved in her every move, it was enough to tell that she was a well-tempered warrior.
Apart from other things, just for this point, I respect her.
However, the way she was now… why does it seem that she was walking in front of me defenseless?
Walking on the corridor, looking at the figure a few steps away, I couldn’t help but get confused.
She hasn’t looked back since.
If we were to exchange positions, I would feel uneasy about a man following my back holding a weapon who seemed hostile to me. Anyone who has received serious combat training would feel this way.
Maybe… She is very confident in her strength.
I tried to pull my line of thought to the most reasonable explanation.
So we arrived at the equipment room. Miriya opened the door of the equipment room with the key and led me in.
“The wooden swords, I remember it should have been put in that box. There are several types of specifications. You can pick which fits your hand.” leaning against the door, she pointed to the box in the far corner of the room.
“Okay.” I went over and squatted down, as I was just about to open the box —-
Bang!
Suddenly the sound of the closing door came from behind.
I turned my head in surprise, just to see Miriya putting the key into the keyhole of the door and locked the door with a click sound.
“Teacher, what are you doing?” I asked in a daze, “why did you lock the door?”
“When I opened the door, I felt something wrong with the keyhole, so I just wanted to check it again.” she gave an expressionless look, “please don’t care about it, you just pick your stuff.”
“Oh, oh…” I was baffled and turned around to open the box.
Then my whole body froze.
There were no wooden swords at all, and instead, the box was filled with strange things. The things it had were: ropes, shackles, collar, leather whips, candles, blindfold, and a belt with a ball in the middle, don’t know what it is for…
What the hell are these things?
“That, teacher, in this box–”
As soon as I turned my head, I heard a crisp sound.
It was the sound of metal breaking.
“Aah, I was careless…”Miriya looked at me with a half key in her hand, “I used too much force.”
I was dumbfounded.
Wrong, how could it be a careless act? Most people could only twist after deliberately and continuously applying force. How much force did you use? Half of the key is twisted like a screw, isn’t it?
However, I didn’t say these things aloud.
As I saw Miriya trembling slightly, she pulled out her sword attached to her waist and on the other hand took out the activator crystal that activates the shock function on my collar; “I am unexpectedly locked in the same room with an orc…. You don’t act recklessly.”
You’re the one who shouldn’t act recklessly! I am unarmed and defenseless, okay!
“Hey hey hey, wait a minute, teacher, please calm down!” I panicked suddenly. Getting an electric shock and then getting stabbed with a sword. I politely decline this kind of sequence.
Wait a minute, it’s not right! It seems like she broke the key on purpose.
Does this elf who hates orcs…. Wants to use this opportunity to murder me in this room and get rid of me?
I couldn’t help feeling a chill behind my back.
Damn, as long as she has that crystal in her hand, it’s impossible for me to beat her at all!
Ding!
The sound of crack echoed out in the sealed room.
I was completely petrified.
“Ah bad, I accidentally broke the activator crystal.”
Miriya threw the crystal on the ground, used her long sword, split it cleanly, and then said in a trembling voice.
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