Not very hidden agendas

As the medical team carried off Arthur to the infirmary, I watched as the instructor stared with a glint in his eye at his departing body. Arthur was never going to pass the test, he just needed to show his potential to both the teachers and the audience.

Thats how he becomes the weakest of the school, through the instructor seeing his potential and intervening. That's how Arthur got in and how I now had to be next in line for the examination.

Just perfect. I wasn't sure if I could put up a show as great as his, since I was just a 'regular' high schooler...

Maybe delinquent would be a better term...

"Ka-hell Son-jah, your up next." I stood up hearing my name so badly butchered. I was glad the instructor was no longer shouting so I walked into the examination hall much more steady.

Before me was a panel of judges sitting down so to speak. Aside from the mountain of mass inviting me in, there was a row of three other instructors. It was a peculiar sight to behold.

There was soft weeping coming from one of the instructors, because she had wore make up, black tear stains marked her otherwise pretty face. Blonde hair, a black tight dress that accentuated her curvy figure and a comically large black witch hat.

It was clear what she was from all the flags. She was a capture target for Arthur if I remember, some teacher-student forbidden love thing. I don't even remember her name after I finished reading, it was that meaningless.

The one comforting her was a lean but tall fellow, wearing circular spectacles that were classy. Coupled with his clean hairstyle and refined demeanour, his attire of a suit fit him perfectly.

He was the love rival for this crying teacher. His personality doesn't really extend beyond being an a-hole to both Arthur and indirectly to the female teacher. There wasn't much to say.

The last of the group for me to inspect was a woman embodying the epitome of coldness. The cliche 'Ice Princess' matched her description perfectly. Sitting and staring back at me like a doll, I was impressed. Her name was Claire Shireworth and she was the only one I respected out of them all. 

The only one I really remembered.

The unconquerable queen of 'Academy's Weakest Revival of a Sword God'... It's a bit much, but I truely respected her. One of the only female cast the author didn't ruin in the long run and made to join Arthur's ever increasing harem.

That was sufficient enough for my acknowledgement. 

"So Ka-Hell, how this examination is going to work is you're given a choice. From the four instructors here, you may pick one to duel and show off your skills. Based off your performance, we will collectively judge and place a ranking on you."

I nodded along. There was no real reason to listen since I had already read this before and everything was like deja vu. The real problem was who to face.

I'm no goodie-two-shoes, but this is a world of fighting. Some kids have trained since they were 10 years old. Others are geniuses and can perform miracles with weaponry like no one else has seen before.

For a person like me coming from a relatively peaceful world, this hierarchy and value of strength wasn't rooted in me. As a delinquent or rather, misunderstood person of society, I wasn't one to go around fighting all the time.

I was a peaceful one so to speak. Living for myself and only myself. Fighting when others were bothering me or to help a friend out. Doing what I wanted when I wanted. My identify founded itself on freedom rather than a thirst for power...

Perhaps I needed a wake up call to this world and I think I know just who to pick. My eyes lingered towards Instructor Clair's gaze only to look away.

"I understand, sir... I've made up my mind and I would like to challenge you, instructor." This hulking beast hesitated for a moment, even the three other instructors were a bit confused.

"Are you sure, Ka-Hell?"

"Yes, sir. And it's pronounced like 'cale'."

I understood their uncertainty. My figure wasn't particularly strong-looking so when I decided to face the most intimidating person in the room (apart from the doll instructor), they were quite eager to see what I had in store. 

"What weapon do you fight with, Ka-hell?" Instructor Donny inquired. I had learnt his name but it seemed he hadn't bothered listening to me before, but I didn't care.

As for what weapon...

"I use the greatsword, sir." To my reply, Donny slowly nodded inspecting my physique a little. I had no other choice, I had to both play to my character and strengths.

=================================

Ability : Greatsword Proficiency (F)

Provides the user an instinctual sense as to how to wield a greatsword. It will not betray effort and can improve the more the user delves into its arts.

=================================

Reaffirming my choice we moved to the makeshift arena before the instructors. It was a rectangular space hinted using white lines along the floor. About 15 metres by 30, which gave some degree of manoeuvring.

A skill I learnt as an 'unruly' kid is that space is everything. If you want to avoid trouble with gangs and groups, learn to use and manipulate space. How to use it to hide or sneak attack from behind, it had numerous practical usage. 

But this situation at the moment made me unsure of myself. I highly doubted these type of skills would be useful against a literally walking tank. 

To the side of the arena were racks of weapons as we entered. From swords to spears to nunchucks and even staffs. With more of a focus on cold weapons, it filled the other side of the room.

"Here, take this big guy." Of the several greatswords available, Instructor Donny simply picked the heaviest looking and with one hand, tossed it to me. "Let's see what your made of, Ka-Hell."

A massive slab of metal with a pommel and handle attached ripped through the air. I wanted to fear for my life, a giant weapon was hurling its way towards me. I wanted to move out of the way or do something.

But instead...

There was a tiny feeling in my chest. Like a sensation that reverberated throughout my limbs and muscles.

Taking a stance I reached out towards the greatsword and calmly took it in my hands. As if some beast hadn't tried taking me out with it. 

Of the people watching, I noticed the glint in Instructor Donny's eye grow brighter than ever. Like he found a piece of treasure or a really good piece of meat on the barbecue. 

"AHAHAH! QUICKLY KA-HELL, LET US FIGHT!"

Was he... a barbarian or something?