I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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March 7th.

New students started entering Privia Academy.

Current students only had to arrive one day in advance, but freshmen who had to move their belongings or luggage in advance had to move around several days in advance.

The academy, which had stopped like a landscape painting, would also become busy starting today.

However, Philip’s daily life remained the same for the fourth day.

* * *

On the endless dirt floor, Philip faced Neria’s third owner.

It was a knight wearing shining armor and holding a bastard sword.

—… He’s the person Neria hates the most. He enjoyed playing with and killing people weaker than himself. In particular, I hated the talented and handsome older brothers the most. Acting as the king’s hunting dog, he secretly killed knights with talent enough to pose a threat to the king’s authority. Although I met a real genius and died.

There was obvious hostility in Neria’s voice.

Philip looked at his opponent.

His torso was firm, and his posture was aggressive.

Your posture doesn’t lie. Philip could see it now.

He must have been a swordsman skilled at hunting prey weaker than himself.

Philip lowered his center of gravity.

If the opponent tried to eat him, he would have to pierce the roof of his mouth inside his mouth.

Soon, the opponent took a big step forward. One step imbued with magical power far surpassed human motor skills, shortening the distance of several meters in an instant.

And the sword strike flew. A standard attack that strikes from top to bottom.

Philip noticed that his opponent’s bastard sword was oozing with sword energy, and hurriedly raised his magic power.

In an instant, sword spirits rose from Philip’s sword as well.

A collision that happened soon. The moment Philip’s one-handed sword and the opponent’s bastard sword engaged, Philip realized that his magic power was inferior.

at least twice as much.

He rotated his body once to dissipate the shock.

Even so, the remaining shock was strong enough to paralyze his arm for a very short time.

‘It’s worth doing.’

But Philip grinned.

distance again.

Philip gained confidence and his opponent gained anxiety.

Philip already knew that his opponents were not very outnumbered.

―I was born into a ducal family, I ate everything that was good for my body, and I gained strength from all sorts of artifacts. If the master had as much magical power as that bad man, he probably wouldn’t have been able to breathe properly in front of the master.

I definitely didn’t think I would lose. The mercenary woman, who was said to be Neria’s sixth owner, was several times more difficult.

Philip fought at least dozens of battles over the course of four days.

Neria’s sixth owner and seven times, the fifth owner, a wandering swordsman, twelve times, and the fourth owner, a knight, about twenty times.

Besides, he had already faced the opponent in front of him three times.

He now knows what he can and cannot do.

Philip rushed forward, gathering all his strength and mana.

“… .”

The knight made an expression like a bloodthirsty maniac and aimed at Philip’s side and swung it.

In an instant, Philip leaped into the air.

Leaping is a taboo activity in one-on-one combat.

All motions of the test start from the lower body.

Therefore, not planting your feet on the ground was tantamount to strangling yourself.

However, it was good for stabbing opponents as much as it was.

The knight’s expression turned to astonishment as his own blow cut through the air without Philip disappearing.

Philip twisted his pelvis and rotated his entire body in the air. The lack of strength and cutting power would be solved by mana and sword skill.

And the moment Philip’s sword was about to split the opponent’s head, Philip woke up from his dream.

―You won in four rounds this time, right? congratulations!

“thanks.”

―Even Neria never knew that you would grow this far in just four days!

“I’m not particularly good at it.”

Philip sincerely thought so. The original Philip should have reached a slightly higher level than this.

To the extent that the ‘protagonist’, who has a talent bestowed by God, has to organize a party and attack,

The talent his body possessed was beyond imagination.

Of course, in terms of the plot, he loses.

‘Why did Philip live like that with such a talent?’

He couldn’t understand at all.

―Deceit is a disease. The difference in mana is huge, but at the point of deflecting it and leading to a fight, the owner said that he just hit the guy with his talent.

Neria grumbled. Phillip felt a smirk escape from that cute complaint.

He was getting used to this talkative Ego Sword.

“But the important thing is not that I become stronger. The problem is how to teach children what they have gained in this way.”

—… Neria doesn’t know what the hell you’re trying to teach. No matter which knight guild he joins, Master will be treated as a competent person.

“You know nothing. Neria.”

Philip knew very well what a monstrous talent the ‘protagonist’ had. To teach him or her, you had to be at least one step ahead.

The current protagonist was not a character controlled by the late Philip, as it always was, but a child who could make a mistake and fall down at any time.

Philip was able to solve the problems that were happening inside the academy right away, but the huge events that would happen in the future could not be touched if the main character did not grow up.

“… I am doing this to live.”

―Ah, is that so?

“Personally, I wish your tone was a little prettier… Who is it?”

Philip, who was bickering with Neria, suddenly felt the presence of a person. Someone was standing in front of his room.

“Instructor Oswald. Head Professor Panoi called me. He said he’s waiting for you at the swordsmanship principal… .”

“yes. thank you.”

It was the voice of a maid. Phillip said yes and got out of bed.

“I have to go because my immediate superior is calling.”

―Take Neria with you too! I mean, being alone is boring.

“hmm… .”

Philip thought for a moment before kicking her around the waist.

* * *

Head Professor Emil Panoy was a person who did not have to be so vigilant by Philip’s standards.

Although he has been teaching at the academy for eight years, he has not shown much interest in the academy.

“You are the famous b*tch. Nice to meet you.”

It was obvious from the way he called the new instructor for the first time with three days left before the start of the semester, and from the way he looked at Philip.

If you were a normal professor, you couldn’t be so indifferent to the fact that an idiot who was crazy about alcohol, gambling, and women came under him.

“nice to see you. Head Professor. This is Philip Oswald.”

“okay. Professor Felicia’s younger brother? He’s ready to kill you if he gets the chance. Aren’t siblings on good terms?”

“Well, that’s kind of it. I want to take this opportunity to recover well.”

―You talk like an old friend. master.

Neria, who had been listening to the conversation between Philip and Emile, murmured. Philip also agreed.

‘A nobleman with only a few lines of dialogue is quite friendly with his subordinates.’

When I played from the student’s point of view, it felt like I saw a different side of a character who had no presence.

“okay. Do you know why I called you?”

At the head professor’s question, Philip tilted his head.

“Isn’t that what you called for class? I am a new instructor.”

“no. That’s something other professors have to figure out. It’s my job to show the walls so that the confident kids don’t become conceited. Children are so simple, they are satisfied with their skill and position unless they are constantly reminded that they are weak. I’m only at the level of giving a little bit of energy among my peers.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Philip didn’t know what Head Professor Emile was trying to say.

“In my eyes, instructors and professors are the same. It is an honor to serve as an educator at the Freebia Academy. If you do such an honorable job for a few years, you’ll think you’ve become something.”

Head Professor Emil reached out into the air.

Then, to his surprise, a wooden sword that had been rolling around the corner flew out and caught it in his hand.

—… hehehehe. What is that.

Neria’s surprised voice was heard.

“So, you too, face the wall first.”

Soon, magic like a raging tidal wave surged from the wooden sword held by the head professor. The magic soon took shape and took the form of a blazing flame.

And Philip backed away in an instant and pulled out Neria.

―Master, it’s the sword river! Sword river! Run away! Can’t beat that! The opponent is the Master!

Neria made a fuss, but Philip couldn’t hear it.

The purification of swordsmanship, which was only allowed for a few people even in the vast land of the kingdom, flowed over Emil’s sword as if it were going to eat him.

Faced with a storm of power that cannot be accurately measured at the present level, he did not back down more than three steps.

The moment he faced the high wall of the sword river, Philip tried to figure out how that enormous energy moved.

His pupils were constantly moving, digging up information from Head Professor Emil’s posture and gaze.

The sword in his hand drew a very small circle, preparing for Emil’s attack.

And seconds passed like days. A drop of cold sweat ran down Philip’s temple.

Head Professor Emil’s eyes lit up. He let out a blank laugh when he noticed that Philip’s eyes were on his vitals.

“Ha, look at this. This is why I couldn’t stop being a teacher. If you kill time roughly, monster scabs will appear one by one. Oh my God, I told you to look at the wall, so you’re the first one to see the stairs.”

It was Emil who relaxed first.

The young Geomgang on the wooden sword also disappeared as if it never existed.

He tossed his wooden sword roughly nearby, then slowly approached and tapped Philip’s shoulder, who was still stiff.

“I will tell you a secret. I asked you not to tell anyone, but after all, I think you should listen.”

“… .”

Philip couldn’t figure out what kind of secret he was trying to tell.

“Felicia, she shed tears as soon as I pulled out the sword steel. I used to show off in my own way, but you can’t fool my eyes. I’ll play around with this later.”

Soon, a soft whisper was heard in Philip’s ear.

But Philip just kept his mouth shut.

“It must have been difficult. yes? I’m talking about people who don’t mean anything and talk about sh*t and trash. It must have been funny to see these idiots with their backs broken and their stomachs talking nonsense.”

Head Professor Emile left the swordsmanship principal giggling alone after tapping Philip on the shoulder a few times.

—… What was it?

Philip sighed deeply at Neria’s whisper.

“I don’t know, but I think I scored.”

-Is it good?

“I don’t know. But thanks to you, I think I know roughly.”

-What?

“How to deal with magical powers, and what I need right now.”

Philip closed his eyes and recalled what had just happened.

‘If magic is such a flexible energy, it can do more things than I thought… .’

He was gradually grasping the power of the newly awakened mana.

Ego Sod Neria kept quiet, which was rare for her. She had changed owners six times in a hundred years, but it seemed like it would take quite a while to figure out this seventh owner.

—… It’s okay because you’re still handsome

“huh? what?”

-no. So what are you going to do now?

Philip thought for a moment before answering.

“I’m going to the library to read, do you want to go too?”