Hulim is entering her fourth year at the preparatory school, which is also the last year of the preparatory school system.
Normally, this is the year many people would start thinking about the future, but this year things seem a little different...
"A new course? Is that true? What is that? I've never heard of it."
"How would I know? My family is just an ordinary businessman. Shouldn't we ask someone who is well-informed about this matter?"
"Well, how did you know that?"
"A lot of people are spreading the word, and I saw someone this morning who looked like a new teacher."
“… …”
On the first day of the new school year, classmates were all talking about this topic.
That is, starting this year, new courses will be added to the preparatory school.
"Hulim, you already know about the new course, right?"
Fran happily sat down in the seat next to Hulim. As for the original owner of this seat, she had already driven him to her seat.
Regardless of the fact that this person was overly intimate and liked to do things inappropriately, what she was talking about was something that Hulim had heard her father, Lezelian, mention a few days ago.
"... ...It's said that an order came from the upper echelons of the empire. Starting this year, all preparatory schools will offer practical courses, and the final grades of the practical courses will be filed uniformly and kept by the authorities."
"That's right, but that's not an order from the Empire~!"
Fran's father, Baron Bandon, is a close confidant of the faction of the powerful noble Earl of Leicester. He is much more informed than the Hyerar family, so he knows more details.
And now the news that was just circulating among the nobles was reaching Hulim's ears through Fran's mouth.
"The order to offer a practical combat course at the preparatory school was a joint order from the Seven Days Church, the Adventurer's Guild, and various ethnic groups and nations. It's said that the main purpose of offering this course is to allow for the immediate recruitment of large numbers of combat-ready troops, bypassing the training phase in the face of a new wave of demon king invasions in the near future."
"...I see. This is indeed a convenient method. According to the Demon King's rule of launching an invasion every four hundred years, we should start training young warriors on a large scale now. By that time, they will be at their peak physical condition."
"Yes, that's right. However, my father told me that many people started proposing to open combat classes as early as ten years ago. However, many countries felt that it was too early to allow the people to have military power and not to use it for governance, so they were unwilling to do so. As a result, the two sides have been wrangling until now."
"...It's amazing that they've dragged out such an important matter for ten years. Aren't they afraid that the Demon King will arrive early? No one said that the Demon King must arrive exactly four hundred years later, right?"
"Haha~! Just as you might imagine, it's been delayed until now, and even the most diehard conservatives are starting to panic. After all, if they continue to oppose it, they'd be playing with their lives. So, the plan was passed at lightning speed this year~!"
Ding-ling-ling~!
"Students, please return to your seats, class is about to begin!"
As the bell rang and the teacher walked into the classroom, the originally noisy classroom quickly quieted down and the students returned to their seats one after another. As for Fran.
Now he is still sitting next to me, it seems that he has no plans to go back, or will he have to sit next to me from now on?
... ...
"Classmates, I'm sure many of you have heard about the practical course~?"
Just like last year, Collette, with her short red hair and wand in hand, stood on the podium and spoke.
"Now, let me introduce you to your instructor for the practical courses—Mr. Kunon! Welcome everyone~!"
There was a burst of applause in the classroom.
As the applause rang out, a strong, black-haired middle-aged man walked in.
He glanced around the classroom, then smiled slightly and introduced himself:
"Hello everyone, I'm Kunon, a retired officer from the Imperial Army, ranked C, and your instructor for the practical training courses for the next year."
"Because this is our first meeting, I'll be gentle with you, but—!"
Kunon's tone suddenly became stern.
"Open your eyes wide and remember this. This is the first and last time you'll see me smile!"
The smile on Kunon's face turned as cold as steel, and combined with his angular face, he looked like a devilish instructor.
"I'll use the pain of my body to teach you a lesson about real combat! This isn't a joke, nor is it a game of pretend! Those of you who will pee your pants and scream for your mother when you encounter a green goblin in the future, can get out of my class now."
“… …”
The classroom was dead silent. Almost everyone was terrified. A few timid students, with tears in their eyes, looked for help at Collette, who was sitting nearby watching the show.
However, Collette kept smiling, as if she didn't notice the students' requests for help at all.
Kunun seemed a little disappointed with the students' reactions, but he was actually very satisfied in his heart. After all, his instructor had done this kind of thing when he joined the army.
This has become a tradition of the Imperial Army. If an instructor fails to scare the new recruits into submission when they join the army, he is not considered a qualified instructor.
What, these kids aren’t soldiers?
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