Chapter 27 - Combat Class(2)

Fuck. I facepalmed my self. We had just finished writing the test and all I could say is I'm cooked.

Infact beyond cooked. I was burnt. Roasted. Haa.

That fucking test was harder than it needed to be.

Infact what kind of academy gives a test within the first two weeks of resumption.

But I guess it should have been expected from the best academy in the Terran federation.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning back I saw Natasha grinning at me mockingly.

"So how was the test?" She asked, knowing damn well how it went. I felt the veins on my forehead almost pop when I heard her question.

"How do you think it went?" I replied with a strained smile on my face. I then walked closer to her.

"I mean it's not like I studied after all, so how exactly was it supposed to go huuuh Nat". I stopped just inches from her face, my eyes wide, and hands flailing slightly for dramatic effect.

Natasha blinked, her grin faltering for a second as she took a tiny step back.

I could see the confusion flicker in her eyes, and I was almost tempted to laugh. Almost.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something. The classroom had gone eerily quiet.

I turned my head slightly, and there they were—our classmates, all staring at us with these strange looks.

Some were wide-eyed, others smirking, and a few looked luke they were trying to decide whether to intervene or just enjoy the show.

My face flushed, and I quickly took a step back from Natasha, clearing my throat awkwardly.

"Uh, anyway," I said, my voice suddenly an octave higher, "it was fine. Totally fine. No big deal. Yep."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her grin returning full force. "Sure, sure," she said, clearly enjoying my sudden flustered state.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I glanced around the room again. Great. Just great. Now I looked like the weird one.

Haaa. I sighed walking outside the class. It was time for combat class.

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Within a reasonably large training field, a large group, well wouldn't say very large, just a sizable number of cadets.

A golden haired man in his late thirties stood in front of us. He wore a military combat uniform and from the stars on his shoulder it was easy to know he was a major.

Yet.

Everyone looked at him in awe and respect.

Even those from the families of colonels, Section Commanders, and even Generals, heck even the ruling families looked at him with respect.

Why?

Simple. Everyone knew who he was. Lancelot Von Albion. One of only three certified Class 7 soldiers of Terra, and currently the strongest Terran soldier.

He then began speaking.

"This academy was built with one purpose in mind alone: to prepare you for your future service in the Terran Military."

"In the face of war, physical strength and resilience aren't just assets—they're lifelines. They can mean the difference between survival and defeat. Which is why this class is important.

In this class, I will teach you how to fight on the battlefield. I will shape you into warriors who do not depend on their suits or their powers or weapons.

But rather warriors who can turn anything into a weapon". He finished taking a break.

"Now pick a sparring partner. We're starting with no powers sparring. A total of three rounds. Five minutes each. Change partners after each spar."

He said, then threw wooden daggers into each of our hands.

We were about 40 cadets present. This was a combined class afterall. Class 1A and 1B.

I walked up to Natasha or rather I was doing that but she seemed to have already gotten another partner to spar with.

Damn it. Who was I supposed to spar with now.

I looked around. Almost everyone had a partner already.

Lucas was with Maria.

Kevin with Lenny. Yes. Lenny was in Class A.

Alicia was with Natasha. Yep. She stole my pre planned sparring partner. 🥲

Elizabeth—yes, Elizabeth was in Class A as well. Most of the strongest cadets were in Class A—was with Emilia.

"Hohh. What do we have here?" I heard a voice that made me flinch.

This voice, I know it. Infact this body knows it as well. My body trembled at just hearing his voice.

I slowly turned my head around, to see a young man that looked to be around my age with red hair with black streaks, and black eyes with a well fitted body.

He carried himself with an air of arrogance around him. He was flanked by two other students that seemed to be reasonably strong as well and looked to be his lackeys.

Theodore Hunt. The current heir of the Hunt family. The main antagonist of volume four. And my half brother.