Two Girls Fighting Over Their Teacher (5K) (continued)

Mahiro wisely refrained from becoming a third wheel.

However, after he left, Lutheran watched his departing figure and suddenly asked:

"Sherry, what do you think of the Yotsuba Clan- sensei?"

"Professor Yotsuba Clan is amazing! Many of the theories he teaches are ones I've never seen before, but they're incredibly advanced and have given me a lot of completely new ideas..."

When the topic turned to academics, Sherry became excited and started talking non-stop.

Until she noticed that her adoptive father Lutheran, was staring at her with a knowing smile.

She then realized that her father wasn't asking about academic research, but something else entirely...

Her face immediately flushed an alluring blush, as if it could bleed.

"Hehe, it seems Sherry has a good impression of the Yotsuba Clan- sensei. In that case, let's spend more time with him."

"Hey? Dad!"

Sherry felt a little shy, her cheeks burning.

Does someone like her really deserve to meet someone as accomplished as Yotsuba Clan- sensei?

But Lutheran said earnestly:

"Sherry, you're always so engrossed in your research that you don't even have many friends. Don't you want to be friends with someone as amazing as Yotsuba Clan- sensei?"

"But... but Dad... he's a teacher, and I'm a student..."

"It's alright, that's not a problem. Look at Teacher Griffith, isn't he also pursuing Alice Alice's sister?"

Sherry, go for it! Dad will fully support you.

After saying that, Lutheran patted Sherry's soft shoulder and then left.

Sherry was left alone in the hallway, standing there silently in a daze, completely bewildered.

It was noon.

The school cafeteria was packed with people.

This is not only where students eat, but also where teachers eat.

The prices of the food here vary, with the lowest being a meager set meal of 980 Zeni, which is usually purchased by the second son of a baron or similar family.

There are also high-end, luxurious packages that are worth several gold coins, equivalent to hundreds of thousands of Zeni!

The gap between the rich and the poor is obvious.

Mahiro has no interest in playing minor roles and hiding himself like Cid in the original story, and he is even less willing to deprive himself of his mouth.

So he spent one gold coin, which is equivalent to 100,000 Zeni, to order a high-end set meal and found an empty table to sit down.

Of course, he wasn't dining alone; he was sitting with the blond man with the ever-present fake smile, Jeno Gullif.

There was nothing he could do; he'd only been at school for a day, and besides this guy, the only other person he knew Lutheran.

Jeno was also holding an identical set meal.

The cut steak was still steaming, sizzling on the hot plate.

"A shrewd scholar?"

Shinjiro, with his deadpan expression, Mahiro wanted to make that comment, but considering there were other students around, he gave Jeno some face.

That's right, not only Professor Jeno, but also many students gathered around.

The students were chattering away, asking him how many groups he would be teaching in the afternoon's Royal Capital Bushin Style course.

Even Rose was among them!

Claire was nowhere to be seen.

The Royal Capital Bushin Style is the most popular course in the academy, bar none.

Even though it was an elective course, many people signed up to take it. Even though it was a first-year course, it was divided into nine groups of fifty people each.

As a new teacher, he naturally taught the ninth group at the end of the class.

Many people looked disappointed upon hearing about Group Nine, and quite a few hesitated.

Since the groups are basically divided according to strength, the first group is the strongest, and the ninth group is naturally the worst.

Although they could move to a different group, few people were willing to go to the bottom group just to get a closer look at their teacher.

"Wow, I didn't expect Ms. Yotsuba Clan to be so popular on her first day."

After the students left, Jeno sipped his red wine and teased him.

"No, I think I'm far inferior to you, Professor Jeno. You taught the first group, and I've heard that Professor Jeno is also among the most popular teachers in the whole school."

"Hehe, but I think this ranking might change in a few days~"

And so, the two of them bantered and teased each other, ending the short meal.

"This place is a tiny bit big..."

Upon becoming a martial arts instructor, this was the first thing that came to Mahiro's mind.

As a classroom for teaching swordsmanship, this place is indeed very large. The area that is visible in front of you is the size of a gymnasium, not to mention that it is equipped with men's and women's changing rooms, bathrooms, and a small restaurant.

The main door is still a manually operated automatic door that is opened by a maid.

However, it is said that the ninth group was not originally assigned a classroom and had to have classes outside regardless of wind or rain, but the school seems to have used some special privileges to assign them a vacant classroom.

Is this a different kind of pandering and ingratiation?

He thought of that guy, Lutheran.

Although Lutheran is also a member of the Order, the problem is that he doesn't seem to have revealed his identity. What exactly does this old guy see in him that he would go to such lengths to pull this stunt...?

I Mahiro it out, and I'm too lazy to think about it.

Since someone was offering benefits, he accepted them all; as for the rest, he'd deal with it later.

This is his code of conduct: to be a rogue who doesn't reason.

"Hey, look! What are they doing here?"

"Really? Isn't this Group Nine? Why would a top student be here?"

"Could they be here for the Yotsuba Clan- sensei?"

Just then, the crowd suddenly became noisy, with almost all of the nine groups of students discussing it.

They saw two girls who shouldn't be there come to the training ground.

One was an elegant girl with her hair styled in a high bun adorned with gold diamonds, while the other was a heroic girl with long, jet-black hair that almost reached her waist.

They were Rose Oriana and Claire Cagaino.

The two men, gripping their weapons tightly at their waists, glared at each other as they entered the classroom.

She had already changed into her training martial arts uniform, a dress with a high slit that was somewhat similar in style to a plain cheongsam, but in black.

Among the students dressed in white martial arts uniforms, he stood out like a crane among chickens, incredibly conspicuous!

The students around them looked at them with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

The Wuxin School uses the color of its martial arts robes to distinguish levels of skill, with white being the lowest and black the highest.

This is why these students were surprised.

"Alright, quiet down, class is starting now!"

Mahiro's reaction to the appearance of these two girls was almost entirely expected.

Not at all unexpected.

The two of them behaved themselves and did not have any conflict or cause any trouble.

It seems they really just came here to learn swordsmanship.

But soon, Mahiro realized he had been overthinking things...

The course on swordsmanship was actually quite simple, not as complicated as Claire.

First comes meditation to control magic, followed by a series of activities such as sword-wielding practice. Most of the time, the students do it on their own, with the teacher only providing guidance from the sidelines.

The training was very humane, so humane that it felt like a factory assembly line.

While this kind of training can slowly build a solid foundation, if the pace is too slow, what outstanding students can it produce?

Even their sparring matches were like children who had just learned to use swords fighting each other.

Utterly boring.

So Mahiro up with a great idea: to have each of the students practice with him individually, thus providing him with individual guidance.

Then trouble started.

"I'll go first!"

Claire was the first to step forward, walked up to him, bowed slightly, and said, "Master Mahiro, please spar with me as before and guide me in my swordsmanship training!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The students started discussing it.

I never imagined that Claire Cagano would have such a relationship with the Yotsuba Clan- sensei!

However, once Claire became the first, there was bound to be a second.

The second person was Princess Rose, who stepped forward with her head held high and gracefully bowed to Mahiro:

"Please instruct me in swordsmanship, Lord Yotsuba Clan."

"Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served?" Claire glared at her slightly.

"I just think Claire is too rude and has lost her aristocratic elegance. She needs to calm down."

Princess Rose spoke with an air of haughty pride.

Those honey-colored eyes met the scarlet gaze, and sparks seemed to fly between them as they looked at each other.

Well.

He knew that these two people getting together was like a bolt from the blue, and once it was triggered, it would be uncontrollable.

So, just as the two drew their swords at the same time, ready to fight and determine who was better, Mahiro raised his hands and lightly tapped each of them on the head.

"It hurts!"

The two cried out in pain almost simultaneously, crouching down to cover their heads in a defensive posture, some even with tears welling up in their eyes.

But Mahiro still said without any mercy:

"You two, go to the back of the line and calm down!"

"Yes..."

The two who were scolded wilted like eggplants after a frost and obediently lined up at the back of the queue.

The students in Group Nine were stunned.

I never expected him to be so ruthless.

It's important to know that top students have special privileges at school, and even teachers won't easily scold them unless the situation is particularly serious.

Not to mention trivial matters like sword fighting in sword-fighting classes; the school might even strongly support such competition.

"Alright, quiet down! You'll start, and everyone else will take turns practicing!"

Mahiro pointed to a girl standing on one side of the group and began to give her individual guidance.

The girl walked forward cautiously, seemingly timid, even the way she held the sword trembled slightly.

"Alright, attack using the methods you're good at."

"Yes... yes! Haha--"

As the girl responded loudly, she immediately swung her sword haphazardly and charged towards Mahiro.