An Old Country Bumpkin Finishes His Lecture

“Whew, I’m a little tired.”

“Hehe. You did a good job, Sensei.”

After seeing the five students off as they got up and left for their next class, Fissel and I left the classroom, too.

Though it had only been about an hour of instruction, dealing with an unfamiliar environment and unfamiliar people was bound to be mentally tiring. And though it had just happened in the moment, I’d ended up sparring with Fissel, too. That had taken a bit out of me, both physically and mentally.

Teaching swordsmanship here had a different feel from teaching the Knights, but I was mostly satisfied, which was a pretty good result, I suppose. I did feel a little desire to see how those five would grow, but that wasn’t my role.

“There sure are a lot of students.”

“Mm. It’s just the Sword Magic course that’s small.”

I remarked as I watched people passing by. Six hundred students really did seem like a lot compared to when I’d been teaching at my dojo.

Perhaps because classes were just letting out, I often saw students hurrying about.

Almost everyone here was aspiring to become a mage. Naturally, it wasn’t hard to imagine how much they had to learn and know...