Knight Class

The next day the student were called from the class, yesterday was a test too see which students will be put in which class, as Arthur and Ben made there way too the first class, as they opened the door, took see man with red hair, blue eyes, a scar on his right side, wearing a armour standing there next too the teacher desk, as he gave them a look that said take your seat.

Arthur and Ben exchanged a quick glance before stepping into the classroom. The atmosphere felt heavier than usual, as if the room itself was infused with the weight of tradition and history. Arthur could already sense that this wasn't going to be a typical class. The man standing next to the teacher's desk seemed to be a knight in every sense of the word: his armor gleamed with an almost otherworldly polish, and his red hair was tied back in a warrior's braid. The scar on his right cheek only added to his intimidating presence, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room as if evaluating every student in it.

Arthur couldn't help but be intrigued. This was no ordinary teacher. The man radiated authority, and his very posture screamed of experience in battle.

"Take your seats," the man said in a voice that commanded immediate obedience, his tone deep and firm.

Arthur, not one to shy away from challenges, nodded and walked towards an empty desk. Ben followed suit, but they both couldn't help but glance back at the imposing figure by the desk. The man didn't speak again as they settled into their seats, his gaze never leaving the room. It was as if he were waiting for something.

The teacher, who had been quietly observing the students, finally spoke up. "Welcome to the Knight Class. I'm Sir Kaelen, and I'll be your instructor for the semester." His voice was strong, yet it carried an undercurrent of respect, as though he understood the value of the students before him.

Arthur's mind wandered slightly as he sat down, a mix of curiosity and wariness bubbling up inside him. He had always been interested in knights, being reborn as one himself in this world. But this class… this was something different. It wasn't just about swords and shields. It was about leadership, honor, and a concept he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.

Sir Kaelen's eyes flicked across the room, pausing on Arthur for a split second. "I can already tell some of you are eager to start," he said, his voice carrying authority but also a hint of a challenge. "But before we get into the physical training, let's discuss what it means to be a knight. In this world, knights are not just warriors. They are symbols of protection, honor, and strength. If you cannot embody those values, then no amount of sword training will make you a true knight."

Arthur felt his heart race slightly. This was exactly what he wanted. This class was more than just fighting—it was about understanding what it meant to wield power and responsibility. He already felt a pull toward it, like this was a path he was meant to walk.

"Today, we'll start with the basics," Sir Kaelen continued, his eyes locking with each student's in turn. "But first, tell me. Why do you wish to be a knight?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, not expecting such a direct question. He hadn't fully considered why he wanted to be a knight beyond the fact that he was already a Pendragon, but now that the question was posed to him, he couldn't ignore it. He glanced over at Ben, who seemed just as thoughtful.

Ben, ever the confident one, raised his hand first. "To protect those who can't protect themselves, sir," he said with conviction.

Sir Kaelen nodded, acknowledging the answer. "Good. A knight's duty is to serve others, above all else. And you?"

Arthur hesitated for a moment before answering. He wasn't sure how much he should reveal about his past life, but the question felt important. "I want to prove that I can be more than just a name," he said. "I want to understand the meaning behind power and use it for something greater than myself."

Sir Kaelen studied him for a moment, his eyes piercing but not unkind. "Interesting," he muttered, as if mulling over the response. "A knight's power must never be for personal gain. You'll learn that quickly enough. But the fact that you recognize that is a good sign. Now, let's begin."

With that, Sir Kaelen stepped back, motioning for them to stand. "Today, we'll start with the fundamentals of combat. But not with swords just yet. First, you must understand how to control your own strength, how to control your spirit. If you can't do that, your sword will be no more than a piece of iron."

Arthur stood up along with the others, feeling a sense of anticipation. This was what he had come for—to learn how to master himself, before mastering the sword.

"Form a circle," Sir Kaelen instructed. "We will begin with a simple exercise. Focus your mind, feel your energy, and channel it outward. You may not know it, but you all have a spirit, a core of magic that drives you. Feel it, and let it guide you."

Arthur closed his eyes, trying to center himself. He could feel the magic swirling around him, his connection to the Infinite Mage system quietly humming in the background. It wasn't like traditional magic—this was something different, more expansive. Pi. That infinite number that had manifested in his Spirit Zone—it was still with him, guiding him.

"Now," Sir Kaelen's voice broke through the silence, "release your energy into the space around you."

Arthur took a deep breath, focusing on the essence of his magic, shaping it. He didn't need to force it; it came naturally, like breathing. He extended his hand slightly, and with a gentle push of will, he felt his energy flow outward. For a moment, the air around him shimmered with an invisible force.

Sir Kaelen's eyes widened just slightly, but his expression remained stern. "Good," he said with a nod, but then he raised his voice again. "But that was only the beginning. A knight's magic is not only a tool—it is an extension of themselves. You must learn to shape it as you shape your own will."

Arthur's pulse quickened. This was exactly what he needed to learn. His Spirit Zone, his magic—it was more than just power. It was a part of him. And if he could master it, he could shape this world as he pleased.

As the class continued, Arthur felt a growing excitement. He was only just beginning, but already, he could see the path before him. It would take time—much more time than he had anticipated—but in this Knight Class, he was one step closer to becoming something more than just a student. He was becoming a knight in a world where magic, power, and destiny collided.

Kaele looked at all the students as he spoke. "All of you here are from different walk's of life, Royalty, Nobles, Commoner, and people from famous Knight Family". He then stabbed his sword into the ground as Arthur took a steps back from him. "And I am gonna tell you this now, I don't care, you all have the next few years too learn, I don't care about your blood, I don't care about your status, I only care too train you, and by the end of the 4 year's, I will shape you all fully and properly".

The students started too mutter, the Nobles and Royal student scoops when he said does word's, other looked at him high level of interest.

Sir Kaelen's voice rang through the room like a booming thunderclap, cutting through any murmurs of disbelief or discomfort. He didn't give any time for his words to settle; instead, he let the silence hang for a moment, allowing the weight of his statement to land on the students. His gaze swept over each one, sharp and unwavering.

"I don't care who you are," Sir Kaelen continued, his voice as firm as steel. "When you step into this class, you leave all your titles and status behind. It's about your spirit, your will, and your strength. I will train you. I will make you worthy of the title 'Knight'—but that is something you'll have to earn. Through blood, sweat, and endless effort."

Arthur took a step back instinctively as Sir Kaelen stabbed his sword into the ground. The sheer force behind the action made the floor beneath them shake slightly. The students couldn't help but feel the presence of this man—the power, the experience, and the weight of the expectations he was placing on them.

Some students, particularly those from noble and royal families, recoiled at the implication. A few exchanged nervous glances, uncomfortable with the idea that their titles would hold no weight here. But others, especially the commoners, looked at Sir Kaelen with heightened interest. This was the kind of challenge they had been waiting for.

The older teacher, Cinder, watched the exchange with quiet approval, her arms crossed as she observed how the students were reacting. It was clear that Sir Kaelen wasn't here to coddle anyone. He was here to mold warriors. Leaders. True knights.

"I will not treat you differently because of your birth," Sir Kaelen added, his voice growing colder. "In this class, you are equals. There are no special privileges. The only thing that matters here is your ability to stand on your own, to rise up and face what this world throws at you. If you want to prove your worth, show me. If you want to be a knight, you'll need more than a title or a family name. You'll need the heart of one."

Arthur felt the intensity of the moment settle into his chest. It was both an incredible weight and a beacon of hope. This wasn't just a class—it was a test of everything. His mind raced as he thought about his own position. He had been born into royalty, yet it felt like none of that would matter here. In Sir Kaelen's eyes, he was no different than any other student. The idea of having to prove himself beyond his name resonated deeply with Arthur.

"Sir Kaelen," one of the royal students ventured cautiously, trying to regain some composure, "What exactly do you expect of us in these next few years?"

Sir Kaelen's eyes didn't waver as he turned toward the student, locking eyes with them. "I expect nothing less than your best. Every single day. If you falter, I will be there to push you harder. If you fall, I will be there to pick you up. And when it's over, you will either stand as a knight, or you will know why you couldn't." He paused for a beat, his gaze hardening even further. "There will be no easy road here."

The noble student fell silent, seemingly taken aback by the bluntness of the response. Arthur noticed that the others around him seemed more focused now, the casual attitude they'd initially had dissipating in the face of Kaelen's words.

"Alright," Sir Kaelen said after a long, pregnant pause. "I want you all to get into pairs. We're starting with basic combat training today. I don't care how much experience you think you have—this is about learning discipline, control, and teamwork. Pick a partner, and we'll see what you're made of."

Arthur exchanged a glance with Ben, who gave him a half-smirk. "Ready for this?"

Arthur nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "Absolutely."

The students began to pair off, and as Arthur walked toward Ben, he couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. This was more than just a test of combat skills—it was about pushing their limits, breaking down the barriers between them, and seeing who would rise and who would fall.

Sir Kaelen stepped back, his eyes scanning the room with a predator's focus. "Now," he said with a cold grin, "let the real training begin."

The students readied themselves. For the next four years, they would be forged in fire, tested, and broken down—only to be built back up into something greater. Arthur could feel the weight of the coming days pressing against him. But beneath that weight, he felt something else—a burning desire to prove himself, not just to the world, but to himself.

As the students began sparring, Arthur locked eyes with Ben, preparing himself for the first of many trials. This wasn't going to be easy, but it was the path he had chosen. And he would walk it, no matter what.

Sir Kaelen's gaze landed firmly on Arthur and Ben as he spoke, his voice carrying a sharp edge that commanded attention.

"These are wooden practice swords," he said, gesturing toward the weapons lying on a nearby table. "You are allowed to use your basic Magic level, but I'll warn you now—if this escalates beyond what is acceptable, expect me to step in. Understood?"

Arthur nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He'd sparred before, but never under such intense scrutiny. The mention of magic made the stakes higher, though. He didn't want to reveal too much of his abilities just yet, especially since his Spirit Zone was so unique. He glanced at Ben, who had already picked up his wooden sword and was holding it with a focused expression.

Ben seemed confident, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Don't worry, Arthur. I won't go easy on you," he said, his voice light but carrying an undertone of challenge.

Arthur gave a small smile. "Same here."

They both took their positions across from each other, their wooden swords held loosely at first. Sir Kaelen's eyes never left them, his posture relaxed but his watchful gaze giving the impression that he was ready to intervene at any moment.

Arthur steadied his breath, trying to center himself. He had learned how to use basic magic before—he'd used the power of his Spirit Zone to manipulate the air around him, create shields, and even use simple offensive spells. But in a controlled environment like this, it was about precision. He couldn't afford to let his magic grow out of control.

"Begin," Sir Kaelen ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With that, the two students lunged forward at each other. Ben was quick, his sword coming in from an angle designed to test Arthur's reflexes. Arthur parried the blow easily, his instincts kicking in. The impact of the wood against wood echoed throughout the room, a sign of just how hard they were hitting.

Arthur's mind worked fast, calculating Ben's movements, looking for an opening. He couldn't rely on raw strength alone—this was about finesse and speed. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a small wind gust to push Ben off balance, then used the opportunity to swing his sword toward Ben's side.

Ben staggered slightly but recovered quickly, rolling back into a defensive stance. "Not bad," he called out with a grin, eyes sparkling with the thrill of the fight. "But you'll have to do better than that!"

Arthur didn't waste any time. This time, he drew on a bit of magic—just a small amount, enough to create a protective barrier around his body. The shimmering blue force field appeared just in time to block a heavy strike from Ben. The magic wasn't much, but it was enough to turn the tide of their fight in that instant.

Ben paused, eyes narrowing as he watched the shield dissipate. "You're using magic already, huh?" he remarked, clearly impressed but also more focused now. "I guess I can't hold back either, then."

Arthur smirked. "Wouldn't want you to."

Ben, with a quick twist of his body, channeled a surge of energy into his sword. Arthur felt the slight tremor in the air as Ben's magic intertwined with his weapon, and before he could react, Ben launched a flurry of strikes—each one faster and heavier than the last.

Arthur dodged and parried, his wooden sword clashing with Ben's in a rapid series of exchanges. The room was filled with the sharp sounds of combat—strikes, blocks, and the occasional pulse of magic. It was a dance of swords and magic, the two of them testing each other's limits.

Arthur's breathing grew heavier as the fight dragged on. He needed to be careful. If he overexerted himself, it could be dangerous. The last thing he wanted was to reveal too much of his power to Sir Kaelen or the other students.

He focused, channeling a bit more of his wind magic into his legs, allowing him to move faster. He darted in, using his speed to catch Ben off guard. With a quick swipe, he knocked Ben's sword from his hand, sending it skidding across the floor.

Ben stepped back, slightly out of breath but still grinning. "Well done," he said, clearly impressed. "But don't think I'm going easy on you next time."

Arthur lowered his wooden sword, his heart still racing from the intensity of the sparring. His magic had given him the edge, but he was already planning how to refine it for future challenges. Sir Kaelen's watchful gaze never wavered from them, his expression unreadable.

"Alright, that's enough," Sir Kaelen called, stepping forward and raising his hand to signal the end of the spar. "Both of you did well. But remember, this is just the beginning. Don't get too cocky. There's much more to learn."

Arthur nodded, lowering his sword and stepping back. His mind was already running through the fight, analyzing the moments where he had succeeded and where he had fallen short. There was so much more to this training, so much more to uncover.

Ben, now holding his sword again, clapped Arthur on the shoulder. "That was a good fight," he said with a chuckle. "You're going to be a tough one to beat, Arthur."

Arthur smiled. "You're not too bad yourself."

Sir Kaelen turned to the rest of the class, his gaze sweeping across them. "The rest of you will have your turn next. Don't think you can slack off just because you saw what happened here. If you want to survive in this class, you'll have to put in the work. No exceptions."

As the rest of the students prepared for their own sparring sessions, Arthur took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever came next. This was only the beginning of his training as a knight, and he was more than ready to rise to the challenge.

To be continued

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