“…You’re giving me a C?”0

Se-Hoon frowned at Kwang-Soo's words.0

He had blocked the synesthetic mindscape attack that came at him with his own Sword Control and moved with optimal efficiency until the blade touched his neck.0

Yet he was given a mere C? For once, Se-Hoon was completely lost.0

“Why? You can't accept it?”0

“No, it's not that, but…”0

“Well, I understand. I did think you’d struggle a bit.”0

Hearing Kwang-Soo talk like he had somewhat expected the result, Se-Hoon fell into thought.0

“Then… if my guess is wrong, what exactly is the grading criteria?”0

If the goal wasn't to observe how skilled they were in their movements, what was he looking for? 0

But unfortunately for Se-Hoon, Kwang-Soo just grinned and playfully said, “I’m not telling you.”0

“…”0

“Shouldn't you figure it out yourself? Have you ever seen an examiner give away the correct answers for their exams?”0

Se-Hoon squinted his eyes in annoyance. They were taking a practical exam not a normal exam, so shouldn't he at least tell them the grading criteria? Alas, he was well aware that right now, Kwang-Soo held the most authority and could freely decide not to tell them anything. 1

About to accept his fate, Se-Hoon suddenly heard Kwang-Soo murmuring something while glancing at him.  0

“If you'd just learned when I offered to teach you, you would have aced the exam already…”0

Doubting his ears, Se-Hoon stared at Kwang-Soo in disbelief. 0

Is this old man really holding a grudge over being rejected by a student…?1

Apparently, a lot of resentment had built ...0