At Gregory's indirect admission, the recruits immediately erupted into an uproar. Though they did not know just how formidable an S-class rating was, the fact that the strongest five of their class had only received A-class ratings meant that the three from the previous class truly deserved to be called monsters.
Moreover, their class was not weak at all. It could even be said to be exceptionally outstanding.
According to the instructors, most of the previous ten training camp classes had topped out at B-class. Even A-class ratings had usually numbered no more than one or two. Their class producing five at once was already astonishing.
Unfortunately, the previous class could be called the strongest since the very first class, completely eclipsing the brilliance of those five.
In the past ten years, the training camp had produced only seven S-class ratings in total: three in the first class, one in the third, and three in the tenth. Yet their instructor had been evaluated by Admiral Zephyr as someone who surpassed the limits.
Did it have to be this outrageous?
Some recruits who had initially felt Longinus was not quite qualified were practically shutting down. Being taught by someone like this, no matter how they looked at it, made them seem like complete nobodies.
Herbert took a deep breath, his gaze toward Longinus growing increasingly fervent. "If I cannot even endure the blow of defeat, then I am nothing but trash. So, Instructor, you will accept my challenge, won't you?"
"Hey, isn't living good enough? Why insist on asking for a beating?" Gregory sighed. "After this fight, he'll probably realize that calling himself trash is an insult to the word."
"Brother Gregory, it's better not to jump to conclusions so quickly!" Kaki said with a solemn expression. However, combined with his