The Swordmaster and the Great Mage (3)

“All right, everyone, attention.”

Gaios called the underclassmen, who had been catching their breath, back together.

The expression on his face as he stood before them was a little more solemn than usual.

“This may be sudden, but how about we conduct a somewhat special, participatory practical exercise for the rest of the class?”

What? If it was practical training, then it was practical training. What was this “participatory practical training” supposed to mean?

The first-year Swordsmanship Department students began muttering, looking as though they had no idea what was going on.

“Ahem—”

Gaios cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced over his shoulder.

At the end of his gaze, Lunaris sat on the bench, basking in the afternoon sunlight as she stretched out and yawned. “Yaaawn—”

“It seems your classmate over there is getting tired of merely watching.”...