The Warlord's Second Life As A Commoner : 007

The first morning at Arcadia Academy began with the ringing of a large bell that echoed throughout the complex. Lucian slowly opened his eyes, feeling the chill of the morning air coming in through the crack of the dormitory window. He looked around and realized that this was the beginning of something new. The dormitory was simple yet functional, with a bed, a desk, and a small closet to store his belongings.

After getting ready, Lucian went down to the dining hall with the other students. A faint buzz filled the large room, with long tables filled with various breakfast dishes. Lucian took a plate of bread and fruit and found a seat in the corner. He looked around, studying the new faces that seemed both enthusiastic and tense.

One student approached him with a friendly smile. "May I sit here?" he asked.

"Sure," Lucian replied curtly. The student introduced himself as Alaric, a merchant boy from the capital. They chatted briefly, Alaric telling Lucian about his experiences on his way to the Academy. Lucian just listened, trying to understand the social dynamics of the place.

After breakfast, the students were led to their respective classes. Lucian found himself in a spacious training room, surrounded by solid stone walls and large windows overlooking the training field. Their instructor, a middle-aged man named Master Darius, looked authoritative with gray hair and a scar on his face.

"Welcome to the basic swordsmanship class," Darius said in a heavy voice. "Here you will learn the basics of the art of combat. No matter how great you think you are, everyone starts from scratch here."

Darius handed out wooden swords to each student. Lucian picked up his sword with mixed feelings. In his previous life, the weapon was an extension of himself, a tool he used to make history on the battlefield. This time, however, he had to go back to basics.

The training began with basic movements. Darius showed him the proper way to hold the sword, footwork, and simple swings. Lucian followed the instructions carefully, even though his body wanted to move faster. He refrained from showing his true skill, choosing instead to observe and understand the Academy's teaching style.

But not all students had Lucian's patience. A blond boy named Cedric tried to show off with an overly complicated move, only to lose his balance and nearly fall over. A few students giggled, but Darius quickly stopped them.

"Arrogance is a soldier's worst enemy," Darius said sternly. "Remember that well."

Lucian noted the words in his head. Though he already knew many things, he realized that lessons like this were valuable reminders. The world may have changed, but the principles remain the same.

After a long day, Lucian returned to his dormitory. His body felt tired, but his mind was full of the things he had learned. He sat by the window and watched the moon shine brightly in the night sky.

On his small desk was a blank journal, given to each student by the Academy. Lucian opened the first page, grabbed a pen, and began to write. He recorded each lesson of the day, but also added personal reflections on his new journey.

"The world is full of possibilities," he wrote. "However, the strength I once had cannot be fully relied upon. I must relearn not only the art of combat, but also myself."

He closed the journal and let out a long sigh. In his previous life, he rarely had time to reflect like this. The life of a warlord was always full of busyness and responsibility. But now he had the chance to start anew.

The next day, Lucian began to interact more with his classmates. Alaric, who turned out to have a cheerful and outgoing personality, introduced him to several other students. One of them was Elise, a red-haired girl with sharp, inquisitive eyes.

"So you're from a small village in the west?" asked Elise.

Lucian nodded. "Yes, it's a pretty quiet place."

"Then why do you want to go to Arcadia Academy?"

Lucian thought for a moment before he answered. "I want to learn and get stronger. I think this academy is the best place to do that."

This answer seemed to satisfy Elise, who then told him that she came from a small noble family. Their conversation continued, and Lucian began to feel more comfortable in this new environment. Although he kept an emotional distance, he realized the importance of building relationships with those around him.

That afternoon, during additional training on the field, something unexpected happened. Lucian was practicing sword swings when he felt a strange energy flow through his body. His swing became faster and stronger until the wooden sword in his hand snapped in half.

Everyone fell silent, including Darius, who was standing on the sidelines. Lucian looked at the broken wooden sword in his hand with wide eyes, trying to understand what had just happened.

"Lucian," Darius called in a serious tone. "Come here."

Lucian walked over, trying to remain calm despite his racing heart. Darius looked at him sharply, then said, "This kind of power doesn't come from nowhere. You must learn to control it or it will be disastrous for you and others."

These words echoed in Lucian's mind throughout the night. He knew that his old power was slowly returning, but he also knew that it came with great responsibility. He had to learn to control it, not only for himself, but for those around him.

The first days at Arcadia Academy were a mixture of challenges and opportunities. Lucian began to understand that this journey was not only about power, but also about finding his place in a new world. With growing determination, he vowed to face whatever lay ahead, one step at a time.

Under the moonlight, Lucian looked up at the night sky and whispered softly, "I will find my way, no matter what."

what is going to happen on the next day of lucian at the arcadia academy?