The first day of official classes began, and Silva wt for his first class, which was on basic combat, held in an op field. They had to put on the combat uniform provided for them, as that would allow them to move easier compared to the robes.
It was a compulsory class that everyone had to attd, so ev wh they wt to register for their courses, it was already there.
The same applied to the basic magic class and some other classes.
Silva arrived there with Aaron and saw his sister already there.
In this whole class, ev though Silva was well-toned and defined, you could tell he was the youngest.
His crazy smooth and pale skin didn’t help either. Silva was the literal vy of boys—powerful and very handsome, like only a royal elf could compete.
Elves were known to be very beautiful, and the purer your blood, the better your looks, so the royal family of elves were world-class beauties.
Silva would become as such if he continued looking good the way he was until he grew, but that’s not what is important.
Combat class was a basic class, and it was still handled by Miss Elizabeth, their homeroom teacher. She wore a combat-type outfit that acctuated her curves, and with every step, they shook like crazy.
Wh all of them were there, she began the class.
“Most of you have learned many powerful fighting techniques and trained your bodies to become stronger, and that’s all good.
But th again, most of you skipped the basics and leaped right into advanced techniques.
The reason is that you all felt that basic training would do nothing for you and that you could make do with advanced techniques.
But that begs the question: how long do you think that will last you before everything goes to shit?
Imagine building a house with a very weak foundation. You may make it through the first floor, the second floor, and maybe the third floor.
But after that, the house begins to get unstable, shaky, collapsing, and lots more. And wh the winds and rains come, it all falls apart—all because of the shitty foundation.
That is why you all must know the basics of combat, the life and the punches. You have to get good at them before you start layering them with techniques upon techniques.
So to that note, the first phase of the class will be foundation building. You all have to simply repeat.
But remember this: it’s not all about repeating and completely replicating what I do, but it’s for you to understand the movemt.
Understand what muscles are involved, what tdons are getting stretched. You have to understand the blood flow every time you make the punch.
It is about understanding how it feels in your body, because wh you do that, you can now edit that punch to fit your body, and you will be able to gain a better result.
It is like art; every artist has a unique style. If I asked you to copy my art and try to understand it, over time, your own art will deviate from mine and create your own style.
That’s all I need from you in this exam, so slave away and follow me.” She said and got into position.
She started a set of punches and kicks, while the studts followed, and they all did as she said, trying to understand the attack.
Silva followed the routine, but every punch he threw was perfect because before he ev punched, his mind had already run the best simulation that would fit him, and they agreed on it before he punched.
So he was already punching in the best possible way. They spt over half an hour going over the routine constantly.
Wh they finally stopped, half of the class fell to the g, trying to breathe. Not all of the studts there were fully combat-orited, but the Blacklight Academy was one that taught combat compulsorily.
Elizabeth gave them five minutes to rest before they would start the sparring sessions. Lia wanted to be Silva’s sparring partner, but the purple-haired girl came over and asked her.
She looked over at Silva’s place and saw that Oliver had met Silva and asked him. She sighed internally and agreed to the girl.
Yesterday night, the rankings for first years had shown, and of course, Silva was number , the purple-haired girl was second, and Lia was third.
It made sse that she would meet Lia to spar because to her, Lia was the only real oppont, aside from Silva, that is.
Silva looked at Oliver. He nodded in agreemt. He didn’t know why Oliver had come to meet him, but he could sse that there was a reason; it wasn’t just to spar.
“Alright, time’s up. It’s time to start. The rules are simple: no magic allowed, no death blows, and no trying to cripple your oppont. You may begin,” Elizabeth said. freёwebnovel.com
Oliver wt in for the attack. He used basic combos of punches, but Silva easily evaded them. He took some steps back and th asked.
“Ar’t you going to start talking? Won’t you tell me why you chose me?”
Oliver heard that and increased the speed of his attacks, trying to hit Silva.
“I want to warn you; you are walking a thin rope, feeling untouchable.
I want to make it clear so that you’ll know. I have a feeling that if I defeat you somehow, I’ll be able to take over what belongs to me.
So this is just a warning to prepare you—we are emies,” Oliver said.
“Well, I never wanted to be your frid, and also, I don’t believe you can take over the inheritance from your sister,” Silva said, dodging an attack before stepping in and punching Oliver in the guts.
Oliver leaped backward to try and gather himself, but Silva was already approaching.
“You lack the talt and drive she has. She also sees you as one to protect; she doesn’t see you as an oppont,” Silva said with a smile.