I Was Reincarnated As An Instructor In An R18 Game... - Chapter 70

The next day, at the training grounds.

With the sun almost directly above, just moving the body made it clear that the hot season had come.

I avoided the student’s attack and placed my palm on top of their head.

“Good attack, but your swing is to big, isn’t it?”

“Hah… hah… thank you very much.”

“Rest your body, okay? …Alright, next.”

Today is the promised third day, in other words, I am doing mock battles with the students.

As a simple rule, if they land one strike on my body, the student wins.

Conversely, if I land one strike on the student, I win.

I made a simple rule where people who can use skills may use them, and the use of weapons is permitted.

It’s fine if the students attack me with full force, but I chose the method of placing my hand on my head like just now.

If you injure your body in training, it defeats the whole purpose.

I’ve heard that in the knight order, they conduct serious mock battles where there are deaths and injuries.

I can tolerate injuries during strict training, but letting people die or be wounded is out of the question.

If you want to experience the real thing, just go into the mountains and find a nest of intelligent monsters.

Not only can you exterminate them, but since they have superior physical ability and smell compared to humans, they make good training opponents.

Why would you have to die during training? If you’re going to die, it’s somewhat more redeeming to do it after killing monsters.

That applies to both the one who killed and the one who died.

Everyone has their own way of teaching, so I won’t say it out loud.

But I’ll continue being careful not to cause deaths or injuries during training.

I have also explained my skill to the students.

The skill I possess is [Feint], which is called the weakest skill and is held by many in this world.

There are reasons why [Feint] has the reputation of being the weakest.

First, it’s hard to use.

Unless you perform a proper feint to deceive the opponent, it has no effect.

Without practical experience and going through many battles, this is hard.

Second, it depends on your martial proficiency.

The skill [Feint] starts to show significant effect from proficiency level 50, which is rather harsh.

That is because, just like with weapons, the most efficient way to raise martial proficiency is by attacking something.

Of course, moving your body also increases it little by little, but it’s far too slow.

Using weapons to attack objects has little risk of injuring the body, but martial arts require attacking with your bare body.

If you’re careless, you might injure some part of your body.

Because of all this, it’s called the weakest.

…Though I haven’t told them that mine is the rare variant with [Extreme] attached.

That is correct. Originally, Reid doesn’t have this skill.

The skill that can be acquired from Reid is [Feint: Extreme].

Simply put, I used Dolpel because [Feint: Extreme] was the skill I had to learn no matter what.

With [Extreme] added, the chance of landing a feint increases, and the effect begins showing strongly even from around level 20 proficiency in martial arts.

I went so far as to spend gold coins to get a Dolpel for this very reason.

I intend for the students to learn [Feint: Extreme] before they graduate.

With mock battles once every three days, even accounting for school holidays, they should all be able to master it in 400 days.

Getting the students to master this will greatly increase their chance of survival.

Of course, even after graduating from the academy.

These are living people. Unlike the game, it doesn’t finish when they graduate.

…If possible, I want them to live long lives.

I face off against the students, and even with Erika, though she is my lover, I go all out.

After that, the only one remaining is Roy.

Roy bows, then readies his longsword, and as I smile and nod, he comes at me quickly.

His form is still beautiful, but what you see and what is actually coming at you are different.

The easy-to-read sword path he had before was no longer there.

Just when I thought he did a diagonal slash to the left, he suddenly swept horizontally at a right angle.

The moment the longsword seemed to waver, a horizontal slash followed.

…It’s impressive he’s managed to refine his technique this much in a few days.

However, it’s still too rushed, and he can’t use the techniques naturally.

And he’s forgotten about his own skill.

As Roy prepares for his next move, I seize the moment while he resets his stance, close in, and gently place my hand on top of his head.

“That was a good movement. You’ve improved a lot, haven’t you?”

“Hah… hah… I’ve still got a long way to go. Thank you very much.”

Despite looking frustrated at my words, Roy gives a smile and a bow, then heads toward Lucy.

He’s really grown. As expected of the main character.

I glance over the students who are recovering and raise my voice.

“By doing mock battles like this, you’ll come to understand your own movements. There’s still time before graduation. Master your movements. Everyone, finish today with stretches!”

“Understood!”

Seeing the students reply energetically, I smile and nod.

As everyone talks with their friends and does stretches, I look over and see Porte sitting on the side.

Since the bottom of her foot is injured, she’s only observing today.

I approach the slightly spaced-out Porte and speak to her.

“Porte, how’s your foot doing?”

“Ah, Instructor. Yes, the wound’s closed up, so all that’s left is waiting!”

“I see… Here, try using this.”

Seeing Porte speak with a bright smile, I respond with a smile and a nod.

I reach into my magic bag and hand her the cream Marika made as a prototype.

She tilts her head curiously at the palm-sized box I handed her, looking between me and the box.

I laugh at Porte’s reaction and begin explaining.

After hearing the explanation, Porte looks surprised and opens the lid to see what’s inside.

“For… me?”

“I’m your instructor. I make sure students have what they need.”

“…I… don’t have any confidence.”

While looking at the cream, Porte suddenly makes an anxious expression and begins to speak quietly.

I put away my smile, take on a serious expression, and kneel on one knee to the ground.

Porte says she lacks confidence in herself because the friends and students around her all have special talents or skills.

She confesses with a downcast face that nothing came to mind when she wondered what her own strengths were.

“Porte, first of all, you’re really good at using your legs.”

“…Eh?”

“If you danced, it would probably look beautiful, and just thinking about you using leg techniques in a mock fight is kind of frightening.”

“I-Instructor?!”

“Your physique is excellent too. You’re slender but have well-developed muscles. If you didn’t understand your own body, you couldn’t have trained it to this level of detail.”

Her bust is about the size of a grapefruit, and her cheerful and lively nature cheers up everyone nearby.

I continue talking about Porte’s good points with a serious expression.

When I started praising her out of the blue, Porte listened with a puzzled look at first.

But little by little, her face turned red, and she started hiding it with both hands, shaking her head shyly

…Well now, that’s quite an adorable reaction.

Porte is the very first student to fall for temptation in the event at the start of next month.

Because of her low self-esteem, she ends up being tempted.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not praising her just to prevent her from falling into temptation.

I’m praising her because she truly has good qualities.

That’s why, during training, I make sure to observe each student closely, and after training, I compile notes on them.

That’s why, if someone asked me to compliment them, I could easily come up with lots of positives.

Porte’s face and even her ears are red with embarrassment, and she trembles while keeping her face hidden in both hands.

I pause, smile gently, and say something to Porte.

“Porte, you have plenty of good points. If you can’t see them yourself, just ask me anytime.”

“Understood~”

I gently pat Porte’s head with one hand as she replies in a muffled voice, then stand and look over the students.

For some reason, Erika was stretching while giving me a troubled smile.

When our eyes met, I tilted my head at Erika, and she just shook her head and kept stretching.

…Well, maybe I’ll just ask her about it later?

[Profile]

*Niche

Name: Sister Niche

Height: 158 cm, age 25, naturally wavy short brown hair.

Her face is slightly narrow, and her aura is soft and fluffy.

Her build is average, with br3asts about the size of melons.

One of the sisters who was at the Santoni Church.

Joined the order the same year as Sera, and they reunited at Santoni.

Her fluffy demeanor often causes misunderstandings, but she’s actually very quick-moving.

After being rescued by Reid in Santoni, she took refuge in the royal capital’s church.

She secretly has feelings for Reid, thinking he’s nice or admirable.

She’s gotten over the incident but is hesitant about who to talk to regarding Reid.

Chapter length 3517 characters.