Disciples Who Have Become Too Strong Are Chasing Me

11 – Fight each other from now on

The pain beyond imagination continued to come.

However, whether or not he struggled in pain, the teacher in front of him just kicked Zeke out of there without hesitation with indifferent eyes.

I wanted to escape.

The only thought that stuck in my mind was that I wanted to get out of this moment.

‘I can’t use my strength.’

But there was no power.

The body stopped listening to the pain.

All I could do now was scream.

How long did this hellish moment last?

In the end, the damn teacher stopped kicking only after Zeke, who couldn’t stand the pain, passed out from crab foam.

“It’s pitiful that you can barely pass out this much.”

Barely? You say ‘only’?

A person called the teacher tied the student so that she could not move, and hit her in the palm of her hand, or at least not on her butt, but on her vital points.

I could never say ‘barely’.

“Hey, do you know what you did?”

“You still sound cocky. Need more education?”

Once again, I saw the teacher’s feet being pulled back.

“Do you think you will be okay after doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does such a thing come out after destroying the future of the only legitimate son of the Duke of Decaron?”

“What do you mean broken?”

“Don’t be fooled. He-didn’t you destroy that place!”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t break anything.”

How could you be so shameless?

I saw with my own eyes that he was using strength-enhancing magic and speed-raising magic, and kicking it with all his heart.

No, I know even if I haven’t seen it. Mine must have already been broken to the point of not being able to function properly.

But when you say you didn’t break it, where the hell does that brazenness come from?

I couldn’t help but get angry.

“Is that kind of thing even after destroying our place!”

But the teacher said she had no idea what she was talking about.

“I didn’t break a single part of your body. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you check it yourself?”

“Of course…… What?”

It must have already been broken. She thought so

It was a scene of violence that could not help but be broken no matter who saw it.

However.

“Aren’t you fine?”

It was fine.

My alter ego, which I thought would be terribly broken and unable to function properly, remained intact without a single wound.

“Uh, how?”

I’m freaking out or not, the damn teacher said.

“I will ask you one question.”

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t watch you and Zeke and the sparring, but I could see that you were able to hold on to the sword at the last moment. No, rather, I was able to counterattack by targeting Zeke’s gap.”

But it didn’t.

As the teacher said, I could have won, but I didn’t.

But why are you asking me this?

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you watch it?”

“That’s just my skill. Don’t you have eyes to see?”

“If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But are you going to keep losing like that?”

“… ….”

No one likes to lose. If so, that person must be a pervert.

I want to win too. But I shouldn’t win.

Because I am a commoner.

“I heard the story from Dr. Akon.”

“What do you mean?”

“About what happened with Mr. Padler.”

Fadler Chelsea

He is the son of Fidelio Celici, the lord of the Celici estate.

He is my motive for entering the academy with me.

And he was also the man who gave me the reason I’m in the failing class now.

He couldn’t have been better than him. He couldn’t have done better than that. He always had to outshine me.

Because that’s the best way to maintain a peaceful life for me and my family.

“I heard that you lost to Mr. Padler in every evaluation. Even if we could have won.”

“Then do you think I have to defeat the heir of the territory to which I belong?”

The commoners defeated the nobles and won. Eyes can’t go straight

Not to mention, it would be hard to look good if the lord heard the story of a commoner from the territory he ruled defeating his son.

“Is that why you lost to Zeke? Because he is weaker than you? Because he is an aristocrat? Is Zeke not a friend to you, but an object of fear?”

He was a teacher who insulted my relationship with Zeke.

It was hard to listen to it anymore.

The power has already returned a long time ago. I shook off the tree trunk and picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor.

I released my sword energy in that state, and before Sensei could even counterattack, I rushed in and pointed my sword at Sensei’s neck.

“Tell me again.”

No matter how much he was a teacher, he couldn’t bear more insult than this.

The teacher, who hadn’t blinked an eye even though the sword had reached a distance, opened his mouth.

“Calm down and listen, I understand your fear of nobles. But do you think that even if you have such skills at a young age, you should rot?”

What do you mean? For the safety of me and my family, I must always shrink. I shouldn’t have been active.

“Then what are you saying to me!”

I want to become stronger too. But right above me is a Fadler whose powers of power I dare not defy.

It is my position that I can only look at it.

Can you say that even though you know that?

“Climb up. Climb up to a position where no one can touch you.”

The teacher’s answer was so simple that even a child could say it. Be strong enough to defy power. Who couldn’t have such a simple idea?

“Even if I, as a commoner, rise to the top, how can I get ahead in life other than becoming the captain of the territory’s guard?”

“Why do you think you can only go up there? Don’t set limits. Have a dream that you can go higher.”

“I am just an ordinary commoner.”

“Sometimes a nobody does something no one expected. There’s no way that’s not necessarily you.”

“So you’re saying I can go higher?”

Where did the confidence come from? Said the teacher.

“I will let you do that.”

●●●

Leaving the training ground, I said, wiping the cold sweat running down my cheeks.

“After…… Aiming a sword at your neck. You have a more fiery personality than I thought.”

No matter how provocative he may have been, he was not an ordinary fiery guy as he pulled out his sword and aimed it at the teacher.

“By the way, it’s more than I thought to have already reached the level of a sword expert.”

The sword that Gilbert drew toward me was not an unstable sword like Zeke’s, but a pure and beautiful sword.

I had completely reached the level of a sword expert.

As a commoner, he grew up without even receiving proper education.

“Maybe Ilya is more talented than that.”

Of all the students I’ve taught so far, of course, Ilya has the most talent. But Gilbert might be able to change that record.

I will make you the best student in the history of Arsene if you follow me well.

●●●

The day after talking to the damn teacher, I entered the classroom as usual.

In the classroom, everyone including Zeke was present.

I was the last to enter the classroom.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Zeke, who found me, said. I knew what was okay without asking.

“It’s okay, I don’t know what that crazy bastard did, but he didn’t have a single wound.”

While talking with Zeke, I opened the door and the teacher entered.

“Nice to meet you all. Unexpectedly, attendance seems to be good. Then I will call attendance.”

The teacher called attendance like that, and she sat down in her chair, not knowing where she had brought it.

“Let’s do self-study from now on. Don’t come looking for me unless it’s something special.”

After saying that, the teacher fell asleep while sitting in the chair.

Not a student, but a teacher!

Sleep in the classroom.

After more than a week of repeating attendance and sleeping, I couldn’t stand it and tried to say something.

But Zeke was faster than me.

Zeke said, throwing the book that was covering the teacher’s face and blocking her sunlight.

“Mr. Derian, the homeroom teacher for Arsene Academy’s failed student class, what are you trying to do now?”

Awakened by Zeke’s actions, he said as if he really didn’t know.

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t you in class? Why is the author called the teacher sleeping in the classroom? I will report this to the President.”

Pair! Match! Match!

There was applause.

It was the teacher’s applause.

“Yes, that is what you, the class president, have to do. He did really well.”

“Yes?”

“It’s nice to see you working so hard for your classmates to receive the right education.”

“… ….”

No one said anything about the teacher’s attitude that was so shameless.

“Did you say you wanted to take a class? I will proceed with the class from now on. Everyone follow me outside.”

It was absurd, but when the teacher said he would continue the class, all the students followed the teacher outside.

There was an empty plain with nothing there.

“What are you going to do here?”

At Zeke’s words, the teacher crossed her arms and said.

“Let’s fight each other from now on.”

“Yes?”

“It’s okay to get hurt. If you don’t die, I’ll save you, so don’t overlook the situation and fight.”

“What bullsh*t?”

This is real bullsh*t. Suddenly dragging them outside and telling them to fight each other. Could it really be crazy? I thought so.

“If you want to gain real combat experience, there is nothing like real combat. I swear here today that I will make you one of the top five on the continent. Fight sincerely. If you don’t die, I’ll save you.”

Should I just drop out?

I really thought so.