Zenith Voidwalker (3)

"It's the first day of school, so class won't start right away."

I paused and skimmed through the audience, letting my words sink in.

I also recognized some familiar faces. Seraphir and Ellen.

'Quite a coincidence, isn't it?'

Maybe I really met the main character of this world.

I chuckled internally before recalling the script that I prepared.

Talking wasn't that big of an issue for me. I just read the text that I previously prepared out loud and emphasized some of the words to not make it sound like I was just reading a text.

I had the script memorized in my head.

"My class is about combat theory and its real-life application. Though I have to admit that I was not informed about the current state of your combat prowess. Thus, we will start this day with a little assessment of your current skills."

I watched as the expressions in the audience slowly turned into one of worry.

The first day at school, and they're immediately starting with an assessment of their skills?

Of course, they didn't expect something like that.

"Don't worry. It won't be graded. I am just trying to see your skills so that I know what I have to focus on."

The worry that was written on the faces of the students gradually disappeared.

Although they still looked tense.

"So, any volunteers?"

Immediately, a multitude of hands shot up, volunteering to be the first ones to get assessed.

My eyes trailed through the audience, skimming through the audience once again. I was inclined to choose Seraphir or Ellen, but I didn't want to choose someone I already knew.

'I got to step out of my comfort zone.'

"You, the guy with the greatsword."

I pointed to a tall guy from the orc race who wore a greatsword on his back.

"What? Me?"

A rough voice spoke up as the orc gestured to himself.

"Yes. What's your name?"

"Knagh. My name is Knagh, the great!"

The Orc proudly exclaimed while beating its chest.

"I see. Then please come down to the arena, Knagh."

I watched how the large orc, Knagh, stepped down the stairs as he dragged his greatsword through the floor.

It created an uncomfortable screeching sound in the process, scratching the floor.

When he reached the floor, I was reminded of the difference between the size of a human and an orc.

Knagh was gigantic, probably even taller than two meters. His dark green skin carried many scars on them, something that is telling of him being a great warrior with much experience.

Even though orcs were confronted with battles at a young age, the number of scars he possessed was extraordinary, even for an orc.

'Is he perhaps a member of his tribe's hunts?'

That would certainly explain his scars. In the tribe of the orcs, 'hunts' existed.

The head of the different orc families set off to hunt different monsters and animals to either gain materials to sell or make weapons or find food for the tribe to eat.

'The fact that he already has a title would mean that he is the head of his family...what a talented guy.'

Although most races had last names as an indicator of the affiliation of a bloodline, orcs weren't like that.

They had something which worked similarly.

In the community of the orcs, titles were the same as last names. However, only one person in the orc family can have the title, which is the head.

An orc does not inherit the title just by being born but by winning a succession war and beating the previous head.

Having the title meant that he must be the head of his family.

Knagh was now in front of me, waiting for further instructions on how to act.

"Good. To measure your capabilities, let's do it in the good old-fashioned way and have a simple spar."

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"A spar? And with Knagh? Do you guys think he will be fine?"

"Of course, he will. He's a teacher, after all."

"But you know that even the former teacher was hesitant to face Knagh..."

Murmurs started to erupt as the assessment that Mr.Voidwalker declared was a spar between a student and the teacher.

"Silence."

With a single word, Mr.Voidwalker silenced the entire room of students.

"I will also fight with a greatsword then, Knagh."

He raised his arm, creating a spatial rift, and pulled out a wooden greatsword.

"Woah, is that spatial magic?"

"He is capable of such things?"

Again, murmurs started. However, this time around it was short-lived as they didn't want to get called out by Mr.Voidwalker.

"That's something that I've wanted to ask you for quite some while now. I had some suspicions at first...but seeing it again confirmed it. He's not using spatial magic, is he?"

Ellen leaned to Seraphir as she whispered the question to her magic-infatuated devil friend.

Seraphir nodded.

"Yes, I've also been noticing something strange about the way he uses his dimensional storage...it's weird."

She leaned back as she put her hands on her lips, stroking them lightly.

"It doesn't make sense...but somehow it looks like he isn't using mana to create that rift?"

Seraphir shook her head as she said that.

"No, that would be impossible. There's no other way than to use spatial magic."

"You think so?"

Ellen too, began pondering about his strange use of the dimensional storage.

"There are many different races...maybe he just belongs to an unknown one?"

"But he looks fully human, though..."

"So do you? Humanoid races tend to look similar, and besides that, there are races with some sort of transformation or such things that they can easily hide as long as they don't use it."

Seraphir nodded her head in agreement. What Ellen just said did make very much sense.

But even if they were to assume that he was not human, it would just raise other questions.

Something like:

'what race is he then?'

'Why have I never heard of a race with such an ability?'

'Are there more people like him?'.

In the end, it raised more questions than answers, so Seraphir just shook her head, deciding not to rack her brain over something like that.

"Let's just stop theorizing and focus on the spar. After all, we would also have to spar with him sooner or later, so maybe paying attention would be a good idea."

"Yes, you're right."

And so the attention of the girls went back to the current two main characters, that were located in the center of the arena, facing each other.

"Are you sure, teacher? You shouldn't use a wooden greatsword. Knagh is strong."

Mr. Voidwalker only responded with a nod, his expression still as stoic as it was when he entered the room.

"It's alright."

"If you say so, teacher. Knagh will not hold back."

Mr. Voidwalker leaned his head to the side and smiled lightly as he heard that sentence.

"That's good. Then we can start immediately. Go."