I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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Philip, along with Diana and Instructor Gilmore, rose to the rank of swordsmanship principal. Instructor Gilmore did not let go of his disgruntled expression even the moment he reached the principal and raised his wooden sword.

“The more I think about it, the weirder it gets, but why is the instructor hiding behind a woman?”

“You mean that?”

When Phillip pointed to himself and asked, Instructor Gilmore nodded as if asking who it would be.

“yes. Instructor.”

Philip, who was dumbfounded, tried to shoot something, but soon replied with a smile.

“Isn’t that a bad thing? I heard that such a beautiful instructor would fight for me, wouldn’t it be polite to refuse?”

Philip clung to Diana, who was walking beside him. Diana laughed, saying “Cook” as if it were absurd.

Even though he had acted like an old man for a long time, he still looked like a young man at this time, so he couldn’t be so confused about how to treat Philip.

“… If you’re going to stay behind like a coward, do as you please.”

Instructor Gilmore bit his lip and said in an annoyed voice. Phillip let out a small sigh and gave Instructor Gilmore one last chance.

“Do you really want to fight with me? This is not good for me or for the instructor. If I just accepted the situation ignorantly, I would be able to get along without any problems.”

Instructor Gilmore sensed a lot from Philip’s words.

first. Philip doesn’t see him as his opponent.

second. Philip has great confidence in his skills.

third.

Putting all these facts together, that instructor, Philip Oswald, must have been a pretty good guy.

But that only applies to the instructors at this academy. It was a bit different from him who had been resurrected several times in hellish battles.

There were many warriors in the world who, despite their great talent, died absurdly in their first battle. It was because I was not used to the real world, so I couldn’t show off my skills properly.

For Gilmore, Philip was one of those people.

Even if the spirit in the eyes and posture was lacking, it was too lacking.

When Instructor Gilmore glared at Philip in silence, Philip couldn’t help but sigh.

“Instructor. I’m sorry you’ve come this far, but in the end I have to step in.”

“… is it so.”

With Diana’s permission, Philip picked up a wooden sword from the cradle and threw it at Instructor Gilmore, then picked up one himself.

“Let’s do this. Instructor Thames. Let’s just compete with three. Classes are starting soon, and you can figure out each other’s skills in three numbers, right?”

Gilmore Thames laughed at Phillip’s suggestion.

‘You’re using shallow water. But it’s not bad.’

“So be it.”

Three fights were enough. Instructor Gilmore took up a wooden sword and took a stance.

Diana stepped back a little and began to observe Philip with interest.

Phillip’s body was almost relaxed. The wooden sword in his hand was loosely fixed as if it would come out if he struck it, and his arm fluttered like a reed.

Gilmore Thames slowly looked for opportunities.

‘… what? What are we going to do?’

It was obviously full of gaps and it was a posture that could not be found at the root, but I did not dare to hold out my sword first.

Instead of panicking or getting excited, he focused his mind on murder. An ability that only those who have crossed the line of death and death countless times can have it.

In order to stand up against the overwhelmingly strong demons, they had to know how to deal with killing.

Instructor Gilmore had no doubt that there would be an opening in Phillip.

However, Phillip did not blink and just looked at Gilmore with a relaxed expression. That level of living was not even a snack for him.

At that point, Instructor Gilmore had a realization.

That the unnecessarily proud young man in front of him was not a prosecutor raised like a flower in a greenhouse.

After realizing that, a drop of sweat broke down Instructor Gilmore’s forehead. Originally, that posture of Philip was not a posture that could fight numbers, but I felt the pressure as if I could make all moves.

‘what? What is it?’

I was used to this feeling.

What he felt when dealing with seniors or captain-level knights who were far ahead of him in the knights he served.

‘… No, it’s nonsense.’

Instructor Gilmore, who did not want to admit that sensation, jumped forward and swung his sword as if in a fit of madness. The attack, in which combat experience and talent melted, was clearly at a level that even a professor could not ignore.

Philip deflected the attack with a smooth motion. Having completely subdued the center of power, Instructor Gilmore realized that he had been defeated with that one move.

Philip could have just blown off his wooden sword.

“I lost.”

Any more than this was meaningless. In a bitter sense of defeat and helplessness, Instructor Gilmore bit his lip and hung his head.

Instructor Gilmore, who didn’t want to be ugly, clearly admitted defeat, and Philip nodded.

“You worked hard.”

* * *

Under Philip’s strong insistence, first and second graders, who are still young, began to focus on training their body’s elasticity, flexibility, and basic physical strength rather than muscle strength.

This was because strength training above a certain level could be poisonous to boys and girls whose growth was less than complete.

“Eww… Aww! Lua, I am sick!”

Olivia Nues was doing flexibility exercises with Lua. It was a very basic training in which two people sat face to face, feet together, holding hands and pulling.

Children who were born flexible were capable of tearing their legs 180 degrees as well as putting their chests on the ground while sitting.

But Olivia was a girl born with the flexibility of a lumber. Even if the waist is tilted forward by 60 degrees, the joints of the whole body scream.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Olivia.”

Lua, who was holding Olivia’s hand and pulling it, let go in surprise when she screamed.

“ah! … Ahh… waist… my back… .”

Seeing Olivia moaning on her back, Lua was at a loss for what to do with guilt. It was because she never imagined that she would be in so much pain.

“… What’s happen?”

Philip, who was observing the postures of the other students, heard the sudden sound of someone dying and approached.

“Instructor… That back hurts… Hee… .”

Philip, who quickly grasped the situation, looked at Olivia with a compassionate gaze. He also knew that pain well because he had a stiff body before possessing his current body.

“You’ll be fine if you rest a bit. Rest until you feel better.”

He helped Olivia lie down and clicked her tongue. It seemed that it would take quite a bit of effort to make that wooden body usable.

“Aagh! Instructor! sick! It hurts!”

I heard someone else dying somewhere. It was Faydan Glom, a freshman undergraduate swordsmanship. He was doing flexibility exercises under the guidance of Instructor Gilmour, which, in Phillip’s eyes, was torture.

‘I’m going to fold a child like that.’

“Pain is not overcome, it is endured. Faydan Glom. If you can’t endure even this much pain, you can’t be a knight.”

“I don’t really have any intention of becoming a knight… … Aagh!”

Faydan Glom, who entered the academy to build memories and friendships with boys and girls his age, regretted his decision for the first time since the semester started and screamed as he was.

“… Instructor. I will guide that student. How about looking after the other students?”

Had Philip not intervened at the right time, the issue of Viscount Glom’s heir would have been a little more complicated. he was an only son

Instructor Gilmore looked at Philip for a moment, then nodded. It was because the ordering that had been done just an hour ago had been quite effective.

“Ah, yes. Please.”

Philip hurriedly checked Peydan Glom’s condition. The weak-looking boy thanked Philip with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you, Instructor. I thought that new instructor was trying to kill me… .”

“You should get some rest too.”

“yes. thank you Sobbing.”

Philip, who successfully kept the Glom family alive, soon heard the screams of another student.

“Aww! ahh… It hurts so much, but it’s okay… … Huh?”

“You’re a woman, so your body is flexible, so it would be okay to be torn more than this.”

Sure enough, it was Instructor Gilmore again. Philip groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“No, I told them to train them, but they are torturing them.”

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“I will dry it. Instructor.”

Diana Farrenhal, who was nearby, was also startled and approached Instructor Gilmore.

“Instructor. Just a moment, something urgent happened… … .”

Instructor Gilmore responded immediately to Diana’s call.

“yes? Is there a problem?”

“Please come here for a moment.”

Phillip just happened to find Professor Fraser Cumbell, who was visiting the principal to see how the class was going. He hurriedly approached Professor Cumbell and greeted him.

“Hello, Professor?”

“okay. Instructor Oswald. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m sorry all of a sudden, but could you look after the students for a moment? Five minutes.”

“… what?”

Professor Compell hesitated for a moment, then nodded. It seemed that he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom.

“Don’t let that happen.”

“thank you.”

After temporarily delegating the field to Professor Cumbell, Philip went after Diana and Instructor Gilmore.

Diana led Instructor Gilmore to the dark grass next to the principal. Convinced that the crowd was rare and that their voices would not be heard by the students, Diana glared at Instructor Gilmore with fearful eyes.

“… Instructor. Are you insane?”

“yes? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“What would you do if an accident happened while you were dealing with children whose bones weren’t even healed yet?”

“No, I didn’t even touch it that hard. And if you want to walk the path of the sword, you have to endure that much… .”

Annoyed, Diana’s voice rose.

“Stop talking nonsense! Do they look like wannabe knights? More than half of them are children who will have to return to their families and have children and inherit them. Is this a training camp?”

Instructor Gilmore also had something to say. He lit a double wick in his eyes and refuted.

“If you teach like a little bird like that, will you be able to achieve the results required by the royal family?”

“Why are you worried about that, Instructor? It is up to the professors to take care of themselves, and it must be done according to the guidelines set by the professors.”

“… Ha, then why would you hire an active-duty instructor like me? Isn’t it because you wanted this from me?”

Philip, who had been listening to the conversation, stepped forward.

“I’m sorry during our conversation. This is my fault.”

When Philip suddenly admitted his mistake, Diana’s eyes widened. Instructor Gilmore also looked at Phillip, a little taken aback.

“… It’s my fault for not letting go of it without even making a sound. Instructor Diana. Excuse me, but could you look out for a second?”

At Philip’s request, Diana smiled brightly and nodded.

“However much!”

Answering in an uncharacteristically lively voice, she roused her senses and began to watch for anyone coming this way.

Phillip flexed his knuckles and slowly approached Gilmore.

“I’m not someone who prefers this way, but this is also my fault. I don’t have the confidence to convince the instructor with words, so please understand me.”

“… You mean fighting with your bare fists now?”

Instructor Gilmore muttered incredulously.

“No, I don’t mean that.”

Philip shook his head.

“It is a story that they will be beaten unilaterally. I don’t think the conversation will work with someone like you if you don’t completely break down your pride.”

Instructor Gilmore gritted his teeth and raised his fist. Looking at his grip, he seemed quite familiar with fighting.

“You can’t beat me in a mud fight. Have you ever fought barefoot against a monster with a broken sword?”

Instead of answering him, Phillip landed a quick, light jab at his chin.