“……No, there are many possibilities.”
“Any other possibility would have been caught by Frondier-nim’s senses. Whether it’s magic or some other trick, Frondier-nim would have noticed it immediately. But information is leaking even though it hasn’t been caught by Frondier-nim’s senses. This means it can only be eavesdropping using a device.”
……How much does this guy know about my sixth sense to say such a thing?
Of course, I also agree with Arald’s words to some extent. Unless it’s caught by my sixth sense, it’s hard to say that they used mana.
And in this world, the methods that don’t use mana at all are quite limited.
“What are you going to do? If you leave the investigation to me, I will find out the location of the eavesdropping device, the machine to which the data is being transmitted, the buyer of the product, and even the company that manufactured it, all within three days.”
“No, don't do that. It's rather scary.”
Arald’s cold eyes had a strange glint in them.
I scratched my head and said,
“—I’m not going to do anything in particular.”
Anyway, that’s how I came to be in charge of battle theory.
Since battle is theory, there’s a limit to teaching in the classroom, so the classes are held in the indoor gymnasium.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Frondier, the one in charge of battle theory.”
As expected, there was no answer from the students.
I quietly looked around at the students gathered in the gymnasium.
The students I’m teaching this time are also in their third year, so teaching them the basics won’t help them. And above all, the students right now aren’t even trying to listen to me.
This is when it helps.
“You guys probably can’t accept the fact that I, who taught magic theory, am here.”
For some reason, I felt a sense of nostalgia as I said these words.
“So, let’s have a spar.”
I looked around. Thanks to my experience fighting strong opponents and my sixth sense, I could roughly tell who was strong in here.
Right, this nostalgia is a bit early for me to feel.
“You there, student, what’s your name?”
I naturally pointed to a person standing in the center of the group of students, who clearly had a different level of skill compared to the other students just by looking at them.
Ayas had red hair and golden eyes. Just looking at that color combination and facial features, she had a charisma that seemed like it would suck you in.
No doubt about it. This guy is Atlas’ ‘Aster Evans’.
“I’d like to request a spar with you. If it’s you, the other students would agree as well.”
“I’ll be barehanded, and I won’t hit you. If you land a single blow on me, the spar will end immediately. If that happens, no matter what method you used, it will be your victory.”
This is Azier’s nostalgia.
I’m imitating my brother, who is too much for me to imitate right now, whose skills I can’t even come close to reaching, but…
There’s no need to worry.
I’m not doing this out of arrogance.
“……You’ll regret it, Teacher.”
“Let’s try not to do that.”
Ayas kicked off the ground as soon as I finished speaking. Good judgment.
However, he was barehanded, just like me. He wasn’t using divine power or aura.
Well, I don't know if this student named Ayas has divine power, but not using a weapon is clearly a mistake.
I gently pressed down on Ayas’s arm, which was thrusting a right fist, and twisted his strength downwards in that direction.
With a tilt, his upper body tilted diagonally downwards, and I grabbed his exposed shoulder and pushed him to the ground.
“You’re honest, student Ayas.”
Only after hearing my words did Ayas realize that he had fallen, and he quickly got up.
When I saw Azier suppressing Aster back then, even though I understood it, I didn’t even dare to imitate it. It’s amazing that I’ve come this far.
However, what I’m doing is a little different from Azier.
I said that Ayas is in Aster’s position, but honestly, I think it’s difficult for any character to surpass Aster’s mentality.
Aster’s humility is not just words; he desperately lowers himself, and yet his desire to improve does not die, and he uses all the surrounding circumstances as a stepping stone for his growth.
Of course, that included me, and I welcomed it very much and made my power seem unprecedented to Aster.
Aster is a person who creates walls for himself and overcomes them. To put it nicely, he’s the very definition of a shonen manga protagonist, and frankly, really frankly, Aster is out of his mind.
“I said you could use any method you like. Feel free to use a weapon or divine power.”
“……You’re still far off!”
Ayas once again attacked me barehanded. This was a far cry from Aster, who immediately grabbed his sword and tried to unleash his divine power.
At that time, Azier was already too famous within Constel, and because of that, everyone knew of his strength. The fact that Aster drew his sword and fought with all his might must have been influenced by that.
But Aster would have done that no matter who his opponent was. Aster doesn’t do anything that could hinder his growth.
The pride and arrogance that naturally arise from receiving that much attention do not exist in Aster.
And for the third time.
Ayas lay before me once more, biting his lip as he got up.
At this point, I felt the gazes of the surrounding students change as they looked at me. They were whispering to each other, evaluating my skills.
The image of me as a pure scholar who only knew magic theory must have already disappeared.
I’m imitating Azier, but my purpose isn’t as wholesome as Azier’s.
Azier truly wished for the growth of his students, but that sincerity doesn’t even reach 50% for me.
Giotto might be doing something ridiculous, but it wasn’t actually bad.
Whether it’s Giotto or Ayas…
I’m just using what I can use.
“Don’t be stubborn and show me your true skills.”
I said to Ayas with a kind and gentle smile.