Versatile weapons.

"What is your name?" A man with a goatee, dressed in red, with metal in his joints and a round one protecting his stomach and back, and holding a spear, a quick assessment and he knew this man is a guard. His intuition could not be wrong; he was correct, as three other men appeared wearing the same uniform and wielding the same weapon.

Theodore assisted Aamon in answering the men, then bid Aamon farewell and returned to the village.

Aamon was allowed inside, where his eyes saw the environment and students practicing a collective movement.

One of the guards, whom the others referred to as Jacob, was tasked with transporting Aamon to the location where he would be enrolled.

They arrived at an office quickly!

"Good day, principal Feng, a new student named Aamon has come to see you; should you let him in?"

"Let him in," a voice from outside the room said, and it was the principal of TangXia Martial Arts Academy. Aamon entered the room to find the principal, an elderly man sitting on a chair facing a table piled high with scrolls and papers.

"You are the son of Abaddon, right?" principal Feng asked as soon as Aamon entered his office. Aamon responded with a nod.

Principal Feng rummaged through some papers and pulled one out; it was white and colored; Principal Feng selected a quill, dipped it in the ink pot, and cleverly wrote something. Fortunately, it was English language, which made Aamon wonder who even invented English language.

"Do you know how to read and write?" Illiteracy was widespread; in fact, some people in this world do not know how to spell their own names, let alone use a quill. Nonetheless, Aamon has lived two lives and has used a ballpoint pen; using a quill will be no different.

Principal Feng asked Aamon to scribble down his name, which he did; his handwriting was calligraphic and legible; there was no such thing as excess ink.

"Good," Principal Feng said, nodding his head in recognition of the beautiful writings. "I never knew a small village like Cilantro could produce a genius," Principal Feng sighed.

"Now, you need to drip your blood on this box below the column where you wrote your name," Principal Feng instructed, to which Aamon immediately agreed, despite the fact that it hurt a little.

"Before you are admitted, you must pass our aptitude and combat tests. What techniques have you learned?"

"I haven't learned anything; I only know how to use a knife, which I'm pretty good at."

"Okay, that'll do; most of the students who wanted to be one of our students didn't have any technique or weapon efficiency either, so let's go to the test hall. You are the fifth entry overall and the 35th to take the test. However, you must live with the other entry until the day after tomorrow, when the test will be held; however, some instructors who are available will come to teach you guys there "Principal Feng elaborated.

Aamon was given the room number 35, which was written on paper and was signed by principal Feng.

"Hello, my name is Young from Vilam; can we be friends?" A young man his age approached him, smiling brightly, with white hair and blue eyes and an average appearance.

"Nice to meet you, Aamon from Cilantro." Aamon responded with a slight smile on his face, and he could tell from Young's eyes that he was testing his strength. Aamon was well aware that he was not the strongest here; he came from a small village, and there are many entries here from large families.

Young smiled and both of them shake hands.

Young told Aamon that he is in room number 26, which is only four rooms away from Aamon's. Each room was arranged opposite each other on the other side.

"There's a sparring match going on between the entries and some new TangXia students, and there are ways you can get popular, would you mind watching with me, maybe you can learn some new techniques from other families?" Young laughed.

"OK," Aamon shrugged, deciding that if there is a way to become popular, he might as well try it.

They walked to a location outside the hall that had short grass and was large enough to hold over 900 students.

On this field, there were ten high raised platforms, similar to the rings used in modern boxing.

Inside one of the rings were two students, a girl and a boy; the boy is a new entry, while the girl is already enrolled; she is dressed in the academy's uniform, a blue short sleeve decorated with golden buttons, with a black pant for boys and skirt for girls.

The boy had an arrogant expression on his face, while the girl was as calm as a millpond. They both used the sword and were quite skilled with it, much like Aamon is with knives.

The boys cheering for him addressed him as Damon; he is the son of a village head and the heir to his village's leadership one day. He appears to be 19 years old.

The girl, on the other hand, had no fans, but one of the girls who was shocked to see her fighting addressed her as Sandra. Sandra is eighteen years old.

Sandra uses her sword to prevent a barrage of attacks from Damon's sword, which was swinging at a fast phase.

The charm he emitted was stronger than Theodore's when he fought the demonic beast.

[You have imitated Damon's technique]

[Error: You lack a sword!!]

'So I can learn techniques just by looking at how others use it.' I believe it is due to my high intelligence and dexterity stat' Aamon was pleased with the new development because it will make learning new techniques much easier.

'Anyway, I still need a sword, but I was going to train my knife handling to a higher level before I started with other weapons, but now that I can learn new techniques just by watching people use it, I might as well become versatile with all of them,' Aamon decided.