Volume Two – Chapter One: Establishing Authority
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Just like that, Yoshua Brave officially became a teacher. The academy arranged for him to teach Weapon Arts to first-year Class One through Class Three. Today was the first day of the new term—and also his first official day as an instructor.
He and his companions arrived early at the academy, dropped Lan Ya and Lan Qi off at their classrooms, and then Yoshua headed toward his own teaching grounds.
Weapon Arts classes were not taught indoors but outside—at a dedicated training ground called the Instruction Field.
Right now, at the Instruction Field in the academy’s western district, first-year Class One was already gathered. Among them were two tall, handsome boys with the arrogance typical of noble youths. The entire class watched them with admiration, intoxicated by their looks and bearing.
The boy with short chestnut hair said to the long-haired dark-haired boy:
“Grace, I heard our Weapon Arts teacher is really young—only twenty this year. I don’t know what the academy was thinking, hiring someone that young to teach us first-years. At that age… what could he possibly teach us? Hopefully he doesn’t ruin us.”
Grace leaned elegantly against the wall and chuckled.
“Then we’ll test this teacher’s strength. If he wants to teach us, he should at least have some ability.
Cohen, how was that girl you picked up a few days ago?”
Cohen grinned immediately.
“Not bad at all. Pretty damn great, actually. She was even a virgin. Damn it, it’s so hard to find a real virgin these days. These noble ladies—boring as hell now. Oh, and those few who act all pure and classy… we’ll find an opportunity to let them taste heaven and hell. Then we can play with them however we want.”
These two were exactly the type people called beasts in human skin.
At this moment, Yoshua Brave walked in.
His appearance alone was enough to satisfy any audience—about 1.8 meters tall, broad shoulders, lean waist, refined demeanor. Combined with his distinct features not quite like this world’s people—his strong, handsome face and waist-length black hair—he was undeniably striking. The students’ eyes lit up the moment he appeared.
Yoshua observed everyone’s expressions.
He could see that these noble brats obviously had opinions about him.
If he wanted his teaching to go smoothly, he needed to establish authority and show strength—or he wouldn’t last here.
He swept his gaze over them and smiled.
“As you’ve probably heard, I’m your Weapon Arts instructor. I’ll be teaching you this entire semester. Let me introduce myself—I am Yoshua Brave. You may call me Teacher Yoshua.”
Cohen snickered disrespectfully.
“Teacher Yoshua, how old are you this year?”
A glint flashed through Yoshua’s eyes—this boy was going to be trouble. Still, he kept smiling.
“I’m twenty. And what’s your name, student? Any particular reason you’re asking my age?”
“Cohen,” he replied. “I’m sixteen. So you’re only four years older than me, yet you’re supposed to teach us Weapon Arts. I really doubt your qualifications. Teacher—can you prove your strength?”
Grace remained silent, smiling faintly as he watched. The others perked up with interest, all looking at Yoshua.
Yoshua decided Cohen would make a perfect example.
He smiled. “And how would you like me to prove it?”
Cohen grinned.
“Fight me, Teacher. How about that?”
He was confident. After all, he’d trained under a private Weapon Arts tutor since childhood, had already reached the level of High Swordsman, and was considered a prodigy among his peers.
Yoshua nodded.
“Very well. You may use a weapon. I’ll only use my bare hands.”
Cohen felt insulted—his anger ignited.
He went to the weapon rack, grabbed a massive two-handed greatsword. Red light—fire aura—sparked across the blade; he cultivated fire-type battle-qi.
With a shout, Cohen charged, swinging down with full force.
Yoshua intentionally showed a hint of his true power—he simply sidestepped to the right, avoiding the strike, then drove his right fist into Cohen’s abdomen. The enormous force blasted Cohen off his feet.
The greatsword clattered to the ground as Cohen collapsed, coughing in agony.
The students erupted in shock.
Grace’s eyes widened—such power—a casual punch sent Cohen, who weighed over two hundred pounds, flying.
The class cheered loudly.
“Teacher is amazing!”
Cohen staggered up, face twisted in pain, clutching his stomach with one hand. He retrieved his greatsword and glared at Yoshua with hatred.
“Ahhh!”
He shouted again, unleashing a blazing arc of red sword energy toward Yoshua.
Yoshua wanted an even more dramatic effect—so he decided to meet it head-on.
Gathering Tai Force into his right fist, pale azure energy wrapped around it. Under the stunned gazes of the students, he punched directly into the incoming sword-qi.
The collision exploded like thunder.
The fiery aura shattered instantly, dissipating into the air.
Cohen’s greatsword slipped from his trembling fingers.
“This… impossible… impossible…” he muttered, dazed.
The others stared like they’d seen a ghost.
A fist—breaking a High Swordsman’s sword-qi—was unheard of.
Yoshua nodded slightly. Even a small portion of Tai Force was more than enough—Cohen’s battle-qi wasn’t very strong.
With a cold smile, he said,
“Cohen, is it my turn to attack now?”
Though he said it, he didn’t move.
Cohen backed away rapidly in terror, waving his hands.
“N-No… Teacher Yoshua, I was wrong! I admit—you’re more than qualified!”
As a High Swordsman, he knew some people could break sword-qi with stronger sword-qi—but with bare fists? That was monstrous.
Was this teacher… at the level of a Sword Saint?
Yoshua turned to the others.
“What about the rest of you? If anyone thinks I’m not qualified, you’re welcome to spar with me.”
Silence.
His expression chilled.
“Since no one objects, form your lines. Class begins.”
With Yoshua’s overwhelming show of force, these noble children—though furious inside—no longer dared act arrogant and obediently lined up.
Yoshua nodded.
“That’s better. Let me teach you something:
Don’t judge by appearances.
Don’t be arrogant.
The one who suffers from arrogance is always yourself.
Alright—let's begin.”
This was Yoshua Brave’s first official class.
“Weapon Arts are the techniques you use when fighting an enemy. They relate to strength and speed—but both depend directly on the strength of your battle-qi. So normally you should train your battle-qi diligently. That part, however, is not my responsibility. Mine is to teach you technique.”
“Techniques—or moves—are what every Great Swordmaster and above will eventually develop. Good techniques reduce battle-qi consumption, increase hit rate, and mislead your opponent. Very practical.
Of course, if your battle-qi is overwhelmingly strong, and your defense absurdly high, you can defeat your enemy with pure power. But does absolute power truly exist? Even dragons—with their terrifying magical and physical defenses—have been slain by dragon slayers. So mastering technique will never harm you.”
“Now, I’ll test your courage.
When facing an enemy, are you calm and fearless, or do you panic, retreat, or rush in impulsively?
If you’re the former—congratulations—your chances of victory rise greatly.
If you’re the latter… you may want to prepare a coffin beforehand.”
The class burst into laughter.
“Alright then—ready… begin!”
His aura suddenly shifted—an overwhelming wave of killing intent surged toward the noble youths.
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