An Old Country Bumpkin Takes Up Teaching

"Hm, Sensei. Did something happen?"

Fissel responded to my attempt to stop her as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

What, she didn’t think anything of it? I was the one who was stunned. It was true that when she’d attended my dojo, she’d always seemed to practice her swings over and over, but a thousand of them right off the bat was still too much.

"...Don’t you think a thousand swings right off the bat is a little excessive?"

Still, I was reluctant to outright criticize the way she taught. So I tried to put it as gently as I could, suggesting that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

"If you do one swing a second, that’s a thousand seconds. It won’t even take twenty minutes."

"No, no, no, no."

What kind of musclehead logic was that? I didn’t remember teaching her anything like that.

I was starting to see why Lucy had called her “terrible” at teaching.

I mean, this was a magic class, even if it was Sword Magic. I’d thought they’d be learning things like how to cast spells or how to refine their mana...