Eldrea Academia and The One That Stars Chose
Chapter 16: The New Nickname
There were 20 out of 36 students attending martial arts classes. The rest of them entered the magic class. And of the 20 people again divided into several categories of weapons.10 people with swords, 4 people archery and the remaining 6 people practice using spears.
But before we were separated according to the category of each weapon. We will all participate in empty-handed training together, this aims to make every student able to fight in all conditions.
Given the fall of the weapon in the battle it would be very fatal for melee fighters, and close combat would also be difficult for archers. Then we were given the same training materials every beginning of the martial arts class.
Before entering martial arts training we will be forced to run 10 laps on the running track with the aim of increasing our stamina. Because compared to the witch who uses mana. People who took the martial path had to rely on their stamina during the fight, whether he was a melee or a long distance fighter it was all the same.
So that the stamina of each student must be very considered. Although there is indeed a name Aura, the expertise of flowing mana to the body or weapon so that it makes users able to break the limits of himself. But it's not as easy as I thought.
Not everyone can use Aura. Only the chosen ones can use it. So most martial experts could only rely on his physical abilities alone.
Herald Noah, our homeroom teacher and combat instructor at the academy, started telling all the students present to run immediately after a short absence.
“Quick move!” exciting Herald.
After changing clothes with all-white sports uniforms that flowed mana. We finally started running 10 rounds. Almost every student has good stamina when running so they can move quickly.
But not with a student. Tristan is very bad at this, indeed his determination needs to be thumbs up to practice without complaining in the slightest. But his stock was truly the biggest hindrance to him right now.
After you finish running, you continue to practice lifting weights. Compared to the running exercise, now in our class there are 2 people who look very lousy. Those lousy people are Tristan and I.
I was forced to do a bench press with a load of 20kg. For information only, the weight of the barbell itself is about 10kg so that the total of all the weight I lift is around 30kg.
Very tough training for 13 year olds in general. But it looks like the other kids in the class didn't have much trouble lifting that 30kg barbell. There were even some of them who used a load of 40kg, so the total weight he lifted was 50kg.
The ones who used that heavy burden were Kevin and Viona. I think besides being smart, it's also crazy training that allows them to go to class faster than other kids.
My breathing was still not perfectly regular, in contrast to Kevin and Viona who did not look like they were feeling tired at all. “Huft! Do you guys always practice like this?” ask them.
Tristan who was lying exhausted beside me could only nod slowly “I-hii-ni, no, hii, how, Huuuft!” tristan replied with a heavy breath.
“Bung you don't have to force yourself to talk.” Kevin said.
“True, you can catch your breath first,” continued Viona.
Tristan who was lying down started to sit up and stared at Kevin and Viona with a red face from exhaustion. “Thank you ..” he said still trying to catch his breath.
Not yet had we managed to catch our breath, the Herald began to gather us all to do light sparing in the area that had been provided in the middle of the training room.
After gathering us all together, the Herald gave us directions. “Oke as usual we will do light sparing now, but because we have new students in our class. Then I myself will be a sparing partner for Deron.”
I think he volunteered as my sparring partner because he didn't want the other students to be hampered by his training. Considering they had to hold back when fighting me who had no basis at all.
“Good, go Deron!” exclaim the Herald to me.
I then entered the area that had been given the red line as our fighting area barrier. Seen as every student was watching me from the side, my friends were also watching me while smiling to encourage me.
“You ready?” ask the Herald to make sure.
“Siap, Mr.”
“Alright then you can attack at any time.” he said starting the sparing.
But even though Mr. Herald allowed myself to attack, he did not take any defensive positions at the moment. He just stood in front of me with a smile on his face.
Without much thought I went straight up to the Herald master and launched a punch towards his face with my right hand. But before I hit him, Mr. herald started to clasp my hand and elbow.
He turned my arm to the left and slammed it in the opposite direction, causing me to be thrown and forcing me to stare at the ceiling. It all happened so fast.
I didn't think he would use my strength to survive my attack like that. If I had read this kind of martial art, its name was Aikido. Self-defense that uses the power of the opponent to defend.
Within aikido, they did not have a single move to attack, arguably this was a martial art that used defense as its attack. Truly an incredible martial art.
“How? Want to try again?” he said while watching me lying underneath.
“Bby, Mr.” replied me.
Without thinking I accepted his offer. I still want to try to attack him once more, I don't care about being humiliated. Right now I'm just amazed by Mr. Herald's ability and want to absorb as much knowledge from him as possible.
I went straight back to my original position. Mr. Herald is still in the same defensive position, but the difference this time is that I realize he's not trying to feel sorry for me.
Mr. Herald gave me a gesture of hand that allowed me to attack. “Good, you can attack me once again.”
I watched Mr. Herald, trying to find a gap from him, but I found no gap at all from him. The position of him who just stood it made him able to move as he wanted when attacked by me.
It was seen that some of the students started to whisper laughing at me beside the sparing area. I don't care about them at all, I only care about my friend who is still encouraging from the side.
I slowly approached Mr. Herald, Step by step I approached him. Until I finally decided to run towards him and throw back a punch from my right hand.
It seemed that Mr. Herald was starting to make the same move as before, but the difference this time was, the punch I threw this time was just a distraction.
Just before Mr. Herald caught my fist. I positioned my left foot in front, starting to turn my right foot back with the aim to do a round kick towards the heart of Mr. Herald.
But because I have never learned martial arts, my body control is not so good. My intention to kick the feather of his heart instead so kick the part of the little brother belonging to the Herald Master.
A pained expression was seen from every disciple watching our sparing. My friends have also covered their faces while giggling. I tried to approach Mr. Herald who was curled up on the floor while holding his little sister.
“Ma-sorry, Sir. Is something missing?” ask her.
Mr. Herald who was still in pain started to try to stand up and ask us for permission. “I'm fine, it looks like I have to go to the treatment room first now. You learn independently for now.”
He said goodbye by enduring the tremendous pain. We ended up having to train independently because it was me who was hurting my own instructor's future.
My laughing friends started to come closer to me.
“Good man, it's not bad,” said Kevin while laughing.
Viona who was still holding her stomach for laughing also did not escape mocking me. “True, you are really able to kick the seeds apparently.” he said endlessly laughing.
“Tak, what, Pfft!, it's okay, Puhah! You've been trying, PFfthaha!” tristan.
He seemed to be trying to encourage me, but he couldn't help but laugh. The incident just now was really like a comedy sketch for all of them right now.
“I'm sorry Mr. Herald ..” my inner.
With Mr. Herald gone to receive treatment, the students finally began to practice independently. Although there were some of them who were still laughing at the incident just now, so was my friend.
“That's it, man. You don't have to feel guilty, it's all normal to happen,” Kevin said as he embraced me.
“True, there is no special rule we have to attack in which direction during the fight. You're not entirely wrong,” continued Viona.
As for Tristan, he still continued to cover his mouth because he could not stop laughing. “I-it's right, there's nothing wrong with kicking our instructor's future, pfft!” he said while still trying to hold back the laughter.
“Thank you guys ..” my word feels guilty.
We finally started training in pairs. I paired up with Viona and Kevin paired up with Tristan. They decided on this training partner because they didn't want to pair me with other men. Despite feeling humiliated, I tried to follow their will.
The training with Viona really went well. I can't believe Viona is really good at teaching other people. He taught me how to hold a sword and do basic exercises like attacking and defending.
In the end Mr. Herald still did not return to the training room, I really feel sorry for all this. That afternoon class was over. Each student has returned to their dormitory.
Me and my friend who were still packing the equipment finally decided to return to our dormitory. But we were confronted by Albert and his accomplice on the way.
I see Albert's annoying face in front of us right now. “Yo, seed kicker!” said it.
It seems like the rumor about me kicking the little brother of the instructor has spread very quickly. And the person I least want to know about has also heard the news.
I tried to ignore her, but in contrast to Viona, she gave a horrible smile on her face. “What is yours also want to be kicked by our friend who is expert in destroying this future?” viona.
I didn't know he was trying to stand up for me or even want to make fun of me right now.
“Jaga what you said! You are dealing with nobles,” Silva warned.
“Like I would care.” replied Viona while raising her shoulders.
Looks like Viona can act a bit annoying like Master if faced with
people he doesn't like.
“Already, you do not have to bother to tell how low they are in front of a noble,” Albert said while holding Silva who looks like he wants to attack us.
“I have no intention of dealing with little rats and pigs,” Albert said to 3 of my friends.
“You have business with me? I don't remember if I had any business with you,” I said I didn't want to provoke him.
“Surely you have business with me, you have interfered with the affairs of a noble. You have to take responsibility for all that.”
It seems that my efforts to ease the tension between us are quite difficult. Acting defensively on them will never work. If only master hadn't warned me, I would have kicked him.
“Looks like I didn't see a noble from you at all,” cut Kevin.
Silva who heard Kevin's words started to step forward. “You shouldn't cut Mr. Albert.”
Seeing this doesn't go as I expected. I got an idea to finish this.
I stepped in front of Silva and raised my right leg in front of them, acting like I was kicking while watching the bottom of their stomachs.
Without saying anything they all started to hold onto his little sister and slowly retreated.
“Ah, I forgot to have to finish PR immediately,” Albert said.
Silva who was still holding his little sister replied to Albert. “You're right, Sir. We have a lot of tasks because we are in class B, unlike them.”
After making excuses, they finally left before us. It seems like my idea really managed to scare this brat like them.
“Haha you're great Deron!” Viona patted me on the shoulder while laughing.
“Yes, you're really great ahaha!” Kevin and Tristan also laughed at it.
It seemed like using the rumors circulating to scare away little bastards like them was very useful. At least in this way I can delay the worst possibility that will happen when fighting nobles.
But I still can't have fun, because according to the information from the teacher. Those nobles won't stop just like that, I must immediately find a way to resolve my problems with them. And one more ….
Looks like now I have the nickname as ‘Si kernels’ kicker.
