Due to the terrible fatigue that I experienced yesterday from that hardcore training.

I immediately slept through the bed in a matter of seconds yesterday.

But as I woke up from that comfortable sleep, I gazed at something, and I heard something that was strangely ticking.

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

It's a fucking clock.

Suddenly, I remembered a funny scenario at the time when I saw a huge fucking clock in a large tower that my mind almost went into black in that sight.

That's the first freaking thing that I'd seen in this world.

Though the size is otherworldly different.

And as I checked the clock.

It was already 8:40 am in the morning and my class was at 9:30 am in that day.

So I immediately prepared myself for my subjects on this strange day.

I used the fitting uniforms that were given to me by the Registration Hall.

The design is quite nice-- a blue-colored single-breasted vest for men with a matching white polo shirt that accentuates the body of the male student, and dark blue colored trousers coupled with nice black shoes that give a clean look for the male students.

Today's subject that I choose to enter is the Swordsmanship Tactics in the morning time.

On the other hand, Cooking Monster Class is good in the afternoon class.

However, I will also try that dangerous idea that struck my mind yesterday in my room after the class dismissal of my relative subjects.

When I was walking to my room for the Swordmanship Tactics class.

I gazed and noticed a weird scenario wherein the students were flocking and watching a strange event at this time-- the morning of the day.

A noble student who was picking a fight and harshly insulting commoner students who were just silently eating in this gloomy Cafeteria due to this situation.

"You shouldn't come to this Academy, you didn't belong to this prestigious place!"

"And body's reeks of smell disgust me when I was near you!"

"You are just trash of society!"

"What will you contribute to this Empire? Your lousy pieces of asses?"

"You commoner trashes."

After seeing this huge commotion and hearing what he fucking said.

I suddenly felt a strange gust of heated anger brewing inside my heart as I chose to step in to answer this wrenched nobleman.

"Fuck off, your lousy ass isn't any better than us.

And fuck you for bragging about contribution, You can't contribute with anything besides your family name dumbass.

I hope that they know what you are doing. You piece of shit."

He immediately answered with anger written on his face.

"Huh? A disgusting commoner answered me. Do you really have the guts to mock me? The Third son of Baron Aisen?

You deserve to be like a commoner that because you are the trash of society."

But I answered calmly to his fuming face.

"And is it our fault that we become commoners? Fuck your lousy ass you piece of shithole who brags about his family's name but you are nothing without it."

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I heard gasps of breaths from the horrible things that I had said to this despicable noble but I didn't really give a shit right now.

If no one stepped up in this kind of discrimination, these events would become more widespread.

That leads to more situations of nobles bullying commoner people who just want to learn in this prestigious academy themselves and be part of the Empire.

It will be a huge problem when I study in this academy.

The pathetic noble clearly offended told me.

"How dare you said those words to me you fucking commoner, I'm of higher rank than you, and I'll get you fucking arrested you piece of shit commoner."

But before he called anyone of authority, I curiously asked.

"Are you higher than that of Princess?"

He answered confidently.

"Yes, I'm higher than that bitch who started to advocate this nonsense rule. That degree is useless, isn't it?

We have to mingle with you dirty people and that Princess didn't really give a fuck about our emotions as nobles. We are the frontline of everything in this country. Fuck that Princess and you commoners..."

He clearly choked in his words and stopped right after saying those words as he saw a particular person that he feared to see the most when he said those words.

His eyes nearly cried as he gazed at Princess Estelle.

"Would you look at that? Her Highness, The Princess."

I asked him smiling at his situation and immediately gazed at the Princess.

After we stared at each other, I dashed out of that huge commotion and went to my class this morning.

I walked right into my Swordsmanship Tactics class.

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"Put him in the student's prison and apply immediate sanctions on his family."

The Princess sternly said to her attendants.

"And also-- do a background check on that commoner student who stepped up to that trash noble."

She added calmly.

"That commoner has one hell of the guts huh, he clearly stood up to that noble and when he wanted to arrest him, he directed his insults at me, The Princess. What an interesting fellow."

She remembered a specific fellow that came up in her mind.

A white-haired person who irritated her in the Swordmanship Class and the one who step up in the bitch noble.

They are the same person.

"Ahhh, I remembered that person. That white hair and red-eyed man who didn't welcome me in the Swordmanship Class. The one that yawns."

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I entered the class after that commotion.

And I listened to the subject professor of this class.

"My name is Austin Nightfall, the professor for this subject Swordmanship Tactics.

A Low Tier 3 Elite Sword of the Dracus Empire. And now I'll teach you about the sword tactics that you can use in battle with people and monsters alike.

"For our first quarter, I'll teach you the art of parrying and counterattacking. Other people will immediately teach you about cutting and slashing.

But one of the most important skills that you have to master on the battlefield is the art of parrying, counterattacking and defending.

"Just a good parry can lead to your victory in a life-and-death battle. Always remember that everyone."

"Always look at the movements of the body of your enemy and their mana. You can predict what they're going to do and their next action of attack by observing those things that lead to you having the opportunity to parry it.

Though it's also common to die in a misconception that you can parry everything that the enemy threw to you."

"Be careful and choose what you have to parried to initiate a good counterattack that can immobile or kill that opponent."

It's true when I remembered the skill that I used in that life-and-death battle with that assassin, it's the art of parrying and counterattacking. I parried the assassins' attack leading to him being unguarded with his body and I slashed his head leading to his demise.

He continued to discuss the introduction of the parrying method to the class.

And when the is class almost finished.

He picked up a fishbowl with the papers on it.

"I gathered your names from the Registration Hall in this fishbowl and we will be doing drawlots to determine your partners for next week."

"You will have to practice parrying and counterattacking with your partner's attack and we will demonstrate it next week."

"You should remember their flow of attack as this will be graded with merits."

"So please line up and pick one of the papers in this fishbowl."

The students immediately lined up in the class to pick their selections from the fishbowl.

And some are happy with their partners while some are not.

When it was my turn, I perceived a glint of a person staring at me with intentions.

However, I ignored it and picked up a piece of paper in a fishbowl.

And when I see who's written in my paper.

I sighed and muttered.

"Shit-- It's one of those big shots."