There were theory classes in the morning, while martial arts classes took place in the afternoon. This routine carried on daily, like clockwork. That was the academy’s way of teaching, where it was believed that repetition would result in true progress of one’s skills.

‘I’m bored to death.’

At first, Henry enjoyed taking part in school life again for the first time in years, but the fun only lasted three days.

‘Even I could teach better than this.’

Henry sighed softly to himself as he observed the teaching officer bumble his way through another lesson. It was a massive pain taking lessons from a teacher who was not only teaching what Henry already knew, but was also bad at teaching it.

However, Henry escaped the fate of being bored for his whole term there. As they entered the third week of lessons, there was a new class called “military training”.

Military training.

Some sessions involved protecting other teammates while facing large numbers of opponents, while some were group competitions. The training methods mirrored specific combat situations and tested the cadets’ limits. The outcome of these special sparring sessions was always the same.

“The winner is Cadet Henry.”

Henry looked around at his fallen comrades before casually canceling his magic buffs.

“Damn, we lost again!”

This time, it was a team event. However, Henry’s classmates had formed a temporary alliance and launched a coordinated...