EP.42 Class observation (1)
There are many ways to achieve enlightenment.
Most wizards find answers in the teachings of others. However, there are often people who do not receive enlightenment from others.
Those who have already established their own magic path.
Those who have clear opinions.
That firmness is both an advantage and a disadvantage.
The advantage is that it doesn’t shake, and the disadvantage is that it doesn’t shake so there’s no room to dig in.
Beings whose subjective opinions are so firm that there is no room for others to intrude. How should we teach such beings?
‘I’ll have to make myself realize it.’
Roselle already knows the answer.
Because I have raised such a special species before.
“Raniel.”
Roselle quietly called out to his student.
“Do you remember what I told you before?”
“Ah yes. “I remember it.”
Raniel nods.
Ahead of going to work at Aplia, she is sitting in her suit.
“hmm.”
Roselle smiled happily at the change in his student, who was always wearing a robe. It doesn’t look too bad.
‘If I’d known it would be like this, I should have bought it a long time ago.’
Neat clothes, neatly combed hair.
When I walked around in my robe, I often looked like I was the same age as the students…
‘At least, I won’t be misunderstood because I’m a student now.’
Dressed in a suit like this, I feel as if I have a certain dignity befitting the position. It looks more mature.
“hmm.”
Roselle nodded once in satisfaction and opened her mouth.
“Starting today, Raniel, what you need to do is learn by attending the classes of the professors who have applied to observe.”
Raniel’s eyes turn to the paper on the table. The names of professors are written on the paper.
Basically, when assistant professors observe a professor’s class, they go around and ask the professors for permission. However, in Raniel’s case, there was no need for that.
‘I can’t believe it was like that in just a day after it was posted on the bulletin board.’
Roselle checked the names of the professors who filled out the application form. There are also quite a few classes taught by renowned professors within Aplia.
‘This is why I don’t know who the professor is.’
Roselle smiled bitterly as he looked at the professors scrambling to write down their names, as if they wanted to show off their achievements.
“There are many talented professors at Aplia. “As they have been working as educators for a long time, they have reached a certain level in the act of teaching something.”
Rosell said.
“While listening to their classes, Raniel, here are the things you should pay attention to.”
Roselle spread her fingers and folded them one by one.
“How do you approach students, what part do you focus on when explaining, and how do you understand the students’ level?”
He hands the paper he wrote it on to his student.
“The above three are important, but others will also be of great help.”
“Um… you want me to learn how to teach?”
“It’s different from learning.”
To his student who was tilting his head, Roselle spoke clearly.
“Interpret their lessons in your own way. “There is no need to blindly follow it.”
Rossell knows.
In the five years since he left his side, this disciple has changed, but his fundamentals have not changed. Even if you try to call him an actor, he will only imitate you clumsily.
That’s worse than not doing anything.
You have to imitate it to make it real.
‘So, we should teach it the same way as before.’
Rather than explaining everything from start to finish, it gives hints and lets you find the answer yourself. That was the way to teach this eccentric wizard.
“See with your own eyes, hear with your own ears, and interpret as you will.”
Add one word.
“Just like always.”
“Like always?”
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?”
Roselle smiled slightly.
“Let’s take it slow.”
Raniel nodded slowly.
It seemed like he had some idea.
“Then which professor’s class should we visit first? “From Master’s class?”
“no. Stop by my class last. “Let’s see which professor is best first.”
Roselle looked at the paper with Raniel.
Although the names of professors are full, one name stands out the most.
-Battle Magic / McHeart.
Compared to other professors who wrote in straight lines, McHart’s name is written in large letters. And on top of the names of other professors.
“You’re still being rude.”
Tsk, Roselle clicked her tongue briefly.
‘To be honest, he is a man who has nothing to learn…’
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Roselle looked at Raniel with narrowed eyes.
Then, I think about the things this student usually says.
-You said you could do it?
-Why can’t I do it?
-If it doesn’t work, you can do it until it works.
That habit of speaking.
-Isn’t it okay to do it?
-Why can’t I? Isn’t it a lack of effort?
-Until it doesn’t work. That is the basics of the battlefield. I have nothing to teach a wizard who doesn’t even know the basics!
He bears a striking resemblance to Professor McHart.
Of course, there may be a difference in the fact that Professor McHart’s words contain malicious intent, but from the listener’s perspective, they will be similar.
‘In a way, it might be a good first visit.’
On the other hand, in terms of being a teacher.
“I think this professor would be a good place to start.”
“Professor McHart?”
“Yes, it happens to be combat magic.”
“If it’s combat magic… is it an unheard of class?”
I flinch.
Roselle’s eyebrows twitched.
“Hear… see, what?”
“It’s a job class you’ve never heard of. “A job with no foundation.”
“…Do you think so?”
“No, I don’t consider nobles or nobles in my class… but that’s a bit baseless. Do wizards have physical training as their default? “What kind of crazy person does that?”
Aren’t you like that?
The words rose up in her throat, but Roselle held them back.
“Uhm…”
Roselle thought about adding something, but she couldn’t find anything to say. If the creator of a class says that the class has no basis, what can he say?
“···I guess that’s the case if you are.”
That’s all Rosell said.
2.
Introduction to Combat Magic.
Professor in charge, McHart.
Students who choose the Battle Mage class will learn the basics in McHart’s class. The basis of combat magic is martial arts, McHart says.
“The critical difference between Battle Mage and other classes lies in the use of martial arts.”
He said as he walked among the students gathered in the auditorium.
“Battle mages do not stay in one place. It moves constantly. “On the battlefield, battle mages do not stay in the back row, unlike other mages.”
Subtly revealing the wound on his forearm, McHart tells a story from the battlefield. The students’ reaction to hearing the story was heartbreaking.
‘Is it that story again?’
It’s a story I don’t know how many times I’ve heard it already.
Suppressing their inner sighs, the students listened to McHart’s story with one ear and let it go with the other.
“Battle mages are deployed to the front lines or raiding units. The advantage of a battle mage is that he can respond to most unexpected situations. “It may have less firepower than the Wizard class, but when it comes to usefulness, the Battle Mage is one step above.”
There is a reason why I mentioned the wizard class.
McHart shifts his gaze.
There is a girl sitting where the gaze is directed.
“Don’t you think so, Professor Rania?”
A subtle sneer appears on McHeart’s lips as he looks at her.
Rania van Trias.
As far as McHart knew, she was a registered wizard with the Wizard class.
‘The main magic is elemental magic?’
Its power is great, but elemental magic requires a long preparation stage just as it has great power.
‘The least practical magic.’
In fact, it is a class that is in complete contrast to the Battle Mage.
Remembering that fact, McHart snorts.
“···?”
However, the girl receiving his gaze just tilted her head. It looks like he doesn’t know.
“You were in the Wizard class, right?”
“Ah yes.”
The eyes of some students waver at that answer.
‘···Wizard class?’
They were in the order training room at the time of the terrorist attack. They were the ones who witnessed Professor Rania’s battle.
‘Someone who smashes the floor of the training room with his bare hands?’
Regardless of the students’ reaction or not, McHart continued to say what he had to say.
“Well, since I’m attending this class… let’s experience what a Battle Mage class is like.”
“yes.”
“Would you like to come down first? “My classes are extremely practical-oriented.”
McHart emphasizes the word ‘practical’.
Even students notice this blatant provocation. However, the person being provoked is expressionless.
“all right.”
She nods briefly.
Stand up from your seat and walk to the center of the auditorium.
“Hmm.”
Machart smiled sinisterly as he looked up and down the delicate body.
“Today, I will teach you step by step the basics of battle mage martial arts.”
3.
Shaman and battle mage, Belnoa.
He didn’t find much interest in Professor McHart’s classes. He didn’t have anything that would interest him.
First of all, the martial arts that McHart emphasizes.
‘Did you say it’s the basic textbook for knights?’
In Belnoir’s opinion, that didn’t seem like it would be of much help. Rather, I just have doubts while watching it.
‘Why do you hit me? ‘Can’t I just break the joint?’
In addition to his extensive experience in the slums, he is Belnoa, who has mastered the ancient martial arts that old Cardi saved him from.
From Belnoa’s perspective, the martial arts taught by McHart were extremely crude.
‘But that doesn’t mean you have to learn spell stock or body strengthening spells…’
If you want to learn it, just go to the Dark Tower Master.
This is because the Black Magic Tower has been researching the stock concept of spells since ancient times.
‘It’s a dark old man on the inside, but…’
At least, the Dark Tower Master fulfills his duties as a teacher. If you come here to learn, they will always make time for you. As a teacher, the Lord of the Black Tower was a very good person.
‘It’s not good as a guarantor, though.’
Anyway, this means that there isn’t much to learn from McHeart. However, Belnoir did not feel very dissatisfied with that fact.
‘Time to warm up.’
Because that’s exactly what I was thinking.
I didn’t have much expectations from the beginning.
‘It’s been like that so far…’
Today, that thought seemed to change a little. Thanks to none other than a professor who is observing this class.
Glancing.
Belnoir glanced in the direction where Professor McHart was.
McHeart usually walked around among the students and gave them advice, but today he stayed in one place.
Not with students, but with professors.
“again.”
“···yes?”
“That’s not it. This is how it is done. Feet like this! Fist like this! Give it a little more strength! “It’s basic!”
Gray hair shakes.
The students who were free sparring kept glancing in that direction.
Rania van Trias.
Machart is teaching her martial arts.
We are discussing the basics.
“·····.”
From the perspective of Belnoa, who knew Professor Rania’s true skills, it looked like a child trying to teach an adult.
‘The movement shown in the underground waterway.’
The movement that Belnoir remembers.
It was neater and more efficient than any battle mage he had seen. It was on a completely different level from McHart’s crude martial arts skills. It was a movement worth watching and learning from.
“Hmm.”
However, watching McHeart giving her advice gives me a very strange feeling.
‘···Why on earth did you observe?’
That question sometimes arises. It was a class where even students felt like they had nothing to learn.
Even as Belnoir thinks so, McHart’s advice continues.
“Try it!”
“uh? Like this?”
“That’s not it. I’m telling you to do it like this. Why can’t I? “Didn’t you show me?”
McHart is right next to Professor Rania, pulling her arm around.
“It’s like this!”
“·····.”
“You have no foundation! Ah, tsk tsk. This is why wizards…”
The expression on Professor Rania’s face gradually disappears as she is dragged around. For some reason, Belnoir felt an eerie feeling in those cold blue eyes.
“Hmm.”
Suddenly, someone groaned briefly.
Belnoa looked towards where the sound came from.
“lakh?”
“Hmm, is it Belnoa?”
A familiar white-haired boy.
Lark trembled and approached Belnoa.
“Belnoir, isn’t it cold?”
“It’s cold?”
Belnoa tilted his head.
“I don’t think it’s cold.”
“Something, I feel a chill.”
“···what?”
“It’s cold, it’s cold. Why? “Am I the only one who’s cold?”
“It’s spring now. And it’s hot.”
“It seems cold. “There’s a chill just from over there…”
Lark, who was extending his finger to where he felt the cold, briefly stiffened. He stopped talking.
Where that finger is pointing.
There is Professor Rania, who gives guidance with an expressionless expression. Those thin arms are being dragged around by McHart.
At first glance, he looks unmotivated…
Although it may not be visible to others, it is clearly visible to the eyes of Lark, who was praised for having ‘eagle eyes’ among the northern warriors.
Wiggle.
Professor Rania’s eyebrows trembled slightly.
Quick.
The blood vessels that stand out on the forehead.
‘Are you angry?’
Lark took a deep breath.
I’ve seen a similar expression to that before. Perhaps, it was when he was asked the name of his teacher.
-What was your teacher’s name?
-Just a little. To remember.
The eyes are like those of a wild beast selecting its prey.
Although it seems similar to those eyes, there is a different look there.
‘It’s definitely the look in the eyes of a wild beast looking at a rabbit prancing in front of it.’
Lark imagines a rabbit laughing in front of a tiger. Also, the image of a rabbit kicking a tiger on the bridge of its nose.
Kwasik.
It’s easy to imagine what will happen next.
Lark’s shoulders trembled as he imagined a tiger that had reached the limit of its patience biting a rabbit.
A word from the author (author review)
Rossell said, ‘You are the founder of that baseless profession!’ The reason I don’t say that is because I want you to find out for yourself.
Actually, I think I missed the right time to say something…
*The subtitle of the previous episode has been changed.
