"Kids, today all of you will choose your weapon... But I will tell you all one thing, you’re not just choosing a weapon, you are choosing yourself. Never think of a weapon as outside of you; make it a part of you. If you really want to go further in the path of martial arts."
Why do you need a weapon if you want to make it a part of yourself? Why not become a weapon yourself? Instead of relying on external things.
All the eyes turned to me, and the old man looked up and down at me before speaking.
"Good question, and the answer is simple. Things are flawed, humans and weapons too; nothing is without flaws. Choosing the right weapon means finding a tool that fills your flaws perfectly without hurting you."
Well, it sounds good, but... the question is still here, having a weapon in the heart or in the hand. Results aren’t the same...
"Haha... you are really an interesting kid. Firstly, tell me, do you have a weapon in the heart or in the hand?"
Well, well... I never need a weapon. My heart is too perfect to carry any weapons, as for my hands they don’t need weapons.
"...Haha... I would like to see what you got then."
Forget it, I don’t like to be high profile.
Just as my words dropped, a grand chaos erupted in the crowd.
"Silence... Kid, martial arts are not things where you can do whatever you want. It’s not child’s play once you encounter a life and death situation, your mouth won’t save you."
Maybe for others, as for me, I don’t care, nor do I think there is a single person worth enough for me to raise a weapon.
"Whoever you are, from now on, you won’t be allowed to attend my class."
"Young master, why do you have to offend our mentor on the first day?"
What mentor... I’m your mentor, that mf got nothing to teach you.
"You two, why are you standing with that guy? Come here or leave with him."
You two go till I take a short nap.
These two went to the old man, while I sat down below a big tree, covering the sunlight, making a good place for sleep. Peace, small clouds floating in the blue sky, Sun shining at full intensity, but under the trees’ shadow, the gentle cold wind brushes my skin, giving slight chills.
"Everyone, tell me which weapon have you chosen?"
The noise continues to come in my ears, destroying my peace.
’These people will never realize the importance of every moment they have, even if they were to become immortal, they still won’t be satisfied. Their deepest flaw isn’t imperfection, it’s their greed.’
I looked at these kids showing off their weapons, like it’s something worth celebrating, the day they need to raise is the day they lost already.
These kids continued to show off until this old bastard started a tournament among kids competing with others.
One after another kid comes on the stage, some get beaten, some win, some just to show off.
Well, Fatty went on stage while the opponent was another noble kid who accepted defeat before the fight started. Getting harsh words from the old man. That’s how an emperor’s follower should work; their reputation should be enough to scare the enemies.
Next, one was that sick girl; her opponent was a blonde-haired girl wielding a green sword.
Fuck, that blond girl’s green sword actually cut the sword in half, only an inch away from the girl. Luckily, the old bastard stopped the sword in time.
"What were you doing?"
"Teacher, it’s not my fault, I didn’t even put much of my strength into it; her sword was too weak. I didn’t expect it to break so easily."
"Give me your sword."
"But... here, teacher, my brother specially purchased it at a high price from outside."
"Oh, it is made up of ghost shards, truly a masterpiece. I didn’t expect there would be a kid with such a dangerous weapon."
"You may not know, but it’s too dangerous not just for others but for you, too. I have to talk with your parents."
Hey, hey... whatever you’re talking about, do it later, my servant needs a rematch.
"If you don’t want me to kick you out, personally remain silent."
You can try, but I need a rematch. She had a sword from her brother. I, too, have a sword for her; let’s have a fair match.
"Do you even know how dangerous ghost shards can be..."
Why do I need to know... stop, this nonsense, and let’s have a rematch.
He grabbed me and that blond girl, taking us to the principal’s office.
"Why are you all here?"
The old man with a long beard who convinced me to stay in this trash academy was sitting in the chair.
"So, what trouble did you cause this time?"
I didn’t cause any trouble. This old bastard dragged me here. Give me a good reason, or say bye to your trashy academy.
"Old Han, you go back, I will deal with the matter."
Old Man Han placed the sword at the principal’s desk before leaving, closing the door behind him.
I also sat in a chair, while the blond girl remained hesitant, standing in her place.
"Now, tell me what happened this time."
Well, I was taking a nap when I saw this girl winning a match against my servant because of her sword. I simply asked for a rematch, but his old man dragged me here.
"Oh, we will talk about your matter later; let me solve her problem first."
Do you think my time is free...
"Are you from the Murong family?"
"A ghost shard blade is really rare nowadays."
The old played with a green sword as if it were something good.
"You know why your teacher Han took this sword from you."
"It was because these ghost shards feed on the wielder’s emotions. The more emotions you feed them, the sharper it becomes."
"Your brother is still in the city. I will invite him now; till then, you can go back."
The girl nodded and left quickly, leaving me there alone with this old man.
"I know your thoughts are completely different from others, but understand one thing in this academy, we follow rules, no one is an exception."
Why are you complicating things with these rules? It is very simple; I will take my leave once her brother comes. Invite me, I need a rematch.
"Don’t, you understand I was trying to say... hey, where are you going?"
Well, I still have to take my nap, I can’t miss it because of some minor incidents.
As I came out of the principal’s office, I saw Fatty and that sick girl standing outside.
"Young Master, did the principal punish you?"
Punished me... Who gave the qualification to that old man to punish me? A small fry like him should be thankful for living under my shadow.
"Young Master, we still have music class."
I halted my step, and instead of sleeping in my room, it is much better to sleep with good background music.
We went to music class while the girl sat in front. I chose the last seat, finding a comfortable position to sleep while Fatty did nothing, just looking here and there.
Not long after, I drifted into a dream world.
"Waa... what... good sleep it was."
When I woke, I saw that class was almost empty, leaving Fatty and the girl staring at me. I rubbed my eyes a bit before standing up.
Fatty, is it dinner time?
"Young Master, there are still a few hours left."
What... I looked outside from the window, and the sun was setting.
Well, not dinner, but we should have some snacks.
"Young Master, the academy only provides three meals a day for teachers and students alike."
Fuck, I almost didn’t notice how dare these mfs skip my snacks. I have to talk with that old bastard.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
Where else to talk with that old bastard? What kind of trash academy is this? No evening snacks fuck them.
I strode directly towards the principal’s office, storming through the main gate. This, he wasn’t alone, there were three more people there, all of them staring at me.
"What are you doing? Get out!"
I went straight to the desk, slamming my fist on the table.
I am only giving Half an hour. I need the evening breakfast from now on, daily.
"What evening breakfast? Get out, can’t you see, we are talking about something important here." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
Fuck, your meeting, I’ve had enough of this academy if I don’t get my snacks in half an hour, there won’t be any academy for you to teach.
A laugh came from the side. He was a boy around 17 or 18 with blond hair.
"Your academy really got some good students."