This Really Was the Worst Class He'd Ever Taught
Aaron walked down the street, completely dazed.
He didn't know how he left Ollivanders Wand Shop, but he knew he had displeased his great-uncle because, after careful consideration, he had not included Wand in the curriculum.
Logically speaking, he was already planning to specialize in Wandless Casting, so learning Wand making was completely contradictory.
Of course, this doesn't mean that Wand- making techniques are useless.
On the contrary, almost all Warlock in the Magic World cannot do without Wand, and the professional skills of Wand making are only mastered by a few people, making them priceless treasures. If you learn how to make wands, you can definitely make a living for the rest of your life.
The problem is that his family has already enrolled him in four tutoring classes, so he really doesn't have any extra time to learn anything else.
Back at the Small Shop, Aaron glared at Jeans. "How many courses can I choose? How come Wand making is included?"
"Many," Jeans said meaningfully, "Specifically including various languages, life skills, combat styles, professional techniques, and so on."
Since the founding of the Gaius family, each generation of patriarchs has left some options for the next generation.
"Passed down for thousands of years, there's nothing you can't learn, young master; there's no family you can't teach."
"Heh!" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Jeans with suspicion. "Are you sure you can teach all subjects?"
"How could that be?" Jeans chuckled. "Young Master, you think too highly of me. I only know less than one-tenth of what I know."
But young master, you don't need to worry. Each subject has a unique teaching method, which is very reliable.
"What's the meaning?"
"To give a simple example, Hogwarts has a course called History of Magic, and the professor who teaches it seems to be a Ghost."
Aaron suddenly realized, but then felt that something was not quite right.
The Gaius family's secret Secret Chamber is kept secret from outsiders, which rules out the possibility of hiring renowned teachers with massive sums of money. However, it's also impossible for them to support hundreds of Ghost for the sake of so-called teachers; that would be too absurd.
However, he didn't ask any more questions, as he would get the answers to all his questions once he got back.
Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?
"Get enough rest and adjust your mindset; that's the only thing you need to prepare."
More than an hour later, the two people and the dragon returned to the secret Secret Chamber in the castle.
Jeans skillfully opened the armory, then gestured for Aaron to choose a weapon that suited him.
He didn't pay much attention and casually walked to a shelf and picked up a Longsword.
Are you sure it's the one?
"Sure."
Jeans nodded slightly, took down a Longsword similar to a sword, and began to teach.
"Basic sword techniques are the core of swordsmanship, including thrusting, chopping, parrying, hanging, clouding, pointing, striking, intercepting, wrist-cutting, and so on."
After saying each word, Jeans personally demonstrated the key points of the action, and only proceeded to the next action after confirming that Aaron nodded. It took more than ten minutes to complete the demonstration.
"Young Master, do you have any other questions?"
"Hmm... no problem, but is that all?"
"Oh no, these are the core techniques of swordsmanship."
"This is the very first lesson!"
Isn't it a bit too hasty to teach me just a few moves?
"Not being hasty is quite necessary."
"Young Master, you are just a beginner. It would be truly irresponsible to teach advanced sword techniques to a beginner," Jeans said seriously. "From now on, in every sword class, you will have to practice the basic movements for an hour and a half until you have completely mastered them."
The remaining half hour will be... practical training.
"I get it, real combat is the key, right!" Aaron chuckled. "Basics plus practice moves, it sounds like there's no problem, but aren't you taking it a bit too easy as a teacher?"
"Young Master, you're mistaken," Jeans said meaningfully. "In fact, teachers always suffer more than students."
"Is that so?" Aaron gave him a deep look, expressing his deep skepticism.
Professors at Hogwarts might be qualified to say such things, after all, they each have to teach hundreds of students and are too busy grading assignments.
In addition, they also have to handle various disputes and solve various learning problems for students.
But Jeans was only responsible for him, and he could openly slack off for three-quarters of the class time, which didn't seem to have anything to do with torture.
Jeans nodded, smiling without saying a word.
Formal training began soon. Aaron gripped his Longsword tightly, but before he could even complete half of his first movement, a silver Longsword was placed on his shoulder.
Jeans patted him lightly, expressionless, adopting the posture of a strict teacher, "Raise your arm, make sure the sword and your arm are in a straight line."
"Yes," Aaron said as if possessed, his serious Butler making him feel like a mouse before a cat, and he subconsciously tensed up.
The thrusting motion was completed smoothly, but before Aaron could even breathe a sigh of relief, his head was flicked.
"The movements are standard, but the speed is too slow."
"If you really encounter an enemy, with your sword-drawing speed, you'd be dead twice over."
"Isn't this training?"
"It is precisely because of training that we cannot relax. Even a moment of slackness could cost you your life at a critical moment."
Upon hearing this, Aaron suppressed his temper, knowing full well that Jeans was right, and immediately proceeded to the next action.
A sword strike is a downward slash, with the force concentrated on the blade.
"No."
"Why?
This move isn't as simple as it seems. Where did I go wrong?
"The force was too great; there was no way to stop it."
"Young master, you're practicing technique now, not strength. You'd better set a standard for yourself; you're only considered qualified if you can stop whenever you want."
Aaron opened his mouth, but was speechless.
As expected, the sword-wielding motion was interrupted once again.
"The control of the force is too deliberate, and the fancy stuff is meaningless."
Hanging sword.
"You need to keep your stance stable. With that, I wouldn't even flinch at a dagger, and I could take your weapon in a heartbeat."
Cloud Sword.
"Too stiff. If your wrist isn't flexible, you'll be a target."
When the last movement was finished, Aaron was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
He practiced less than ten moves for more than twenty minutes, during which his arm was slapped four times, his thigh was slapped five times, and he was also flicked on the head three times.
Twelve months into my life as a gamer, this is the first time I've felt that life is difficult.
He strongly suspected that Jeans acted intentionally and had ample evidence to support this claim.
On the first day of class, teachers often like to give students a tough start, just like Professor McGonagall established her authority as a teacher by speaking to Animagus in her first class.
Jeans was writing something on a small piece of paper. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I have to say, young master, you are the worst class I have ever taught."
Aaron felt as if his heart had been stabbed, the pain piercing to the core.
That's going too far!
Don't think I don't know; every teacher likes to say that all the time.
"That's certainly true." Jeans nodded. "However, apart from you, I've only ever mentored the head of the family."
In other words, I am indeed qualified to say such a thing.
Aaron paused for a moment, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
To be able to call a class the "worst" class so confidently after only teaching two classes, one has truly mastered the art of thick-skinnedness.
But why can't we say it another way? It would sound so much better if we ranked second among the students we've taught.
"Wait, you mean my dad's swordsmanship talent is better than mine?"
"That's natural."
The patriarch's talent is at least twice as great as yours.
"How did you figure that out?" Aaron looked thoughtfully at the little kimono in Jeans' hand. "Is there some kind of formula for it?"
"No, but he only took ten minutes to complete this routine the first time."
"How many blows did he take?"
"If I remember correctly, it was seventeen times."
Aaron:...
This logic is completely unreliable.
"Young Master, time is precious. You can't be lazy in front of me."
So, don't just stand there.
Aaron rolled his eyes and continued practicing with his sword.
Sure enough, after the initial show of force, Mr. Jeans became much more amiable.
Although his movements were still not up to par, at least he didn't get another flick on the head.
A set of standard movements takes less than half the time it used to take; to be precise, the time spent being scolded is reduced by more than half.
Jeans was quite conscientious. He paid attention to every move Aaron made. If it was standard, he would give him an encouraging look; if it wasn't, he would offer suggestions for improvement.
An hour and a half later, Jeans put away the little worm and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Judging from the training results, young master, it is entirely possible for you to master these basic movements within a week."
"A week!"
"Barely acceptable." Aaron murmured, his hand trembling slightly as he brandished his Longsword. "Next, it's time for practical training!"
Although it may seem presumptuous of me to act in front of you, I am ready.
"Not bad," Jeans said with satisfaction, then placed the Longsword on the shelf and took out his Wand.
"Hey, hey, hey, what does this mean?" Aaron's expression changed slightly, and he involuntarily took a step back. "Is it appropriate for a Great wizard you to deal with a novice swordsman like me? Are you sure this isn't bullying?"
"Uh... Young Master, you misunderstand." Jeans ' Wand lightly tapped a suit of armor, and it seemed to come alive, climbing up from the shelf.