Academy Slave Instructor

10 – Lucky Number Seven

Lucky Number Seven

Bright was a popular wizard in the old days. He wasn’t even a court wizard, but he did a great job on the battlefield and left many achievements in the magic world.

In this day and age, melee combat and magic have been mixed, and now it is common to deal with a little magic and mana, regardless of whether it is a swordsman or a warrior. When Bright was learning magic, he made a distinction between such people as magic warriors and battle mages, but it is meaningless now.

Rather, those who only learn magic are called pure magic users and pure wizards, and they are called pure magicians.

Bright, who retired from active duty in his 50s and was invited to the academy while raising his students, has been with the academy for over 20 years.

Bright, who feels that time flies by, thinks of Rye and worries that he is too stuck. As Layla said, he did his job as an instructor.

Except for the lecture on the first day, he gave excellent lectures and has a good influence on the academy students externally. He improved the ability of Zeroa, who entered with grades below the lowest, and solved the problem of Philia, who directly challenged the authority of the instructor.

It was a dangerous situation in which something big might happen and her academy’s reputation would be damaged, or Philia might be expelled from her academy.

It was a very tricky problem for Bright, who considers the academy important, but also the individual learning academy students. He has to express his gratitude to Rai for quietly ending what was about to happen.

‘The problem was also created by him.’

Anyway, he solved the problem and proved his competence. After the duel, seeing the academy students actively participating in the lecture, Bright thought a lot.

I’ve never seen such an enthusiastic attitude from academy students. Of course, the atmosphere was so chaotic that it was confusing whether it was a lecture or a game, but the academy students actively tried to show off their developed abilities.

And, crucially, the problems Philia had to go through after losing the confrontation in a tumultuous atmosphere were naturally buried.

It was a great finish with neither side losing money.

Bright thinks that times are changing and he is not too far behind. Rather than emphasizing the dignity of instructors in order to improve the quality of lectures, Lei instructors who teach while staying closer to the students may be suitable for the new era.

After thinking for a while, Bright moved the stopped carving knife and cut the tree. It is a hobby he acquired after a long teaching career.

He was able to think about various things while carving logs and making statues, and it was a hobby he continued instead of meditating.

The statue he made was great, probably because he had a lot of talent, and the head of the academy praised the statue and installed the best works in the academy, including the director’s office.

Sometimes he collects statues, sets up a gallery, and even cheers him on, so Bright, who has lived his whole life without hobbies, fell more into sculpture.

Because he likes to cut logs in their natural state, Bright goes to the academy early in the morning, puts the log in the corner of the garden near the vice principal’s office, and spends a week or a month making a statue.

In the meantime, the log deteriorates due to heat and rain, splits, and undergoes various changes. Bright likes to make use of such naturalness.

That doesn’t mean he’s indulging in his hobby and neglecting his academy work. A hobby is a hobby after all. Aside from the time to meditate in the morning, Bright always prioritized the academy.

As the academy students doing strength training in the morning ran around the academy campus, they could see Bright carve the pieces, greet each other lightly and focus on what they were doing. It seemed quite peaceful.

Today, as Bright carves the statue, an academy student running through the campus catches his eye. Seeing young people trying early on gives old Bright a lot of energy.

Looking at him to say hello, Bright realizes that the academy student is carrying someone on his shoulder. In-yeong, drooping on her shoulder, seemed to have lost her mind, and the academy students were running hurriedly, sweating profusely.

Bright, startled, runs to the academy student. As he gets closer, his face becomes familiar. She was a zero child who showed great growth against Philia yesterday.

“What’s going on, Zeroa-kun!”

“Yes? What, what…”

I rushed to help her, but Zeroa is rather embarrassed to see Bright. At the moment of silence due to disagreement, Rai, who was drooping on her shoulder, raises her head.

“Uh! How are you, Vice President!”

Bright stares at Zeroa’s Rai, who greets her warmly while clinging to her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m training.”

“Training?”

“It’s just not fun to run, and it’s not very efficient.”

Hakwon students increase weights and run to build strength. She is Bright, a pure mage, but she knows it well because her academy career is long and she has seen academy students run every morning.

But she usually wears heavy weights and doesn’t hang people. Rai adds, seeing Bright still with his strange eyes.

“It’s about carrying the wounded and running. It’s something I do every time I leave the battlefield, so it’s good to get used to it from now on.”

It looks strange on the outside, but it is a training method that emphasizes actual combat. When Bright, who can’t understand whether it’s good or bad, stays still, Rai hits Zeroa on the back with her palm.

“Hey, your feet stopped. The enemy doesn’t stop. Are you tired already?”

“The instructor is heavier than I thought.”

“Then do you think a fainting human will be light? Run, man. Two people should be able to run about 20km without mana.”

“Is that human?”

Zeroa greeted Bright and started running again.

Bright, who had been absent-mindedly, looked at Rai, who was drooping again. She thinks that words and actions are still a problem, but she has been helping the training of the academy since early in the morning.

It is wonderful even if you think of it as the passion of a new instructor. Moreover, Rai doesn’t seem to have any passion at all.

Did she start to judge people only by her career and appearance? She blames herself and Bright smiles a little. He is a great instructor His ability is also outstanding and his heart for the academy students is deep. His light-hearted behavior makes it easy to get close to the academy students.

As he is about to return to the statue acknowledging Rai, Bright hears a conversation between the two that is beyond his ears.

“Run, run. I’ll buy you a special academy meal when it’s over. But is the restaurant open in the morning?”

“Heo-eok, hee-eok, are you really going to buy it? You don’t have any money. Yesterday’s shooting at the kids is all credit.”

“The dividend came in today. Your dividend was really no joke. It’s all thanks to you, thanks to you.”

Bright suspected that his ears were wrong. The academy doesn’t care if the academy students gamble or bet. I can admit that academy students who are tired of studying or training enjoy a bit of entertainment, and I pay more attention to events at the academy, so I don’t touch it unless it gets too overheated.

But the instructor interferes with the academy students’ gambling? No matter how close you are to the academy students, it is unacceptable.

“Zeroa-kun!! Stop for a moment!”

At Bright’s cry, Zeroa stops her feet and turns around. As Rai looks up at her as well, he sees Bright approaching at a brisk pace.

“Instructor Rye! Did the instructor participate in the students’ gambling right now?!”

“Can’t I…?”

“I don’t usually.”

At Zeroa’s answer, Lai silently looked at Bright and then slapped Zeroa on the back.

“What are you doing, run.”

“Yes?”

“Run, the enemy is chasing you. Use mana and run with all your might!”

As he continued to hurriedly pat the back, Zeroa panicked and started running. Bright, who was striding forward, sees the two running away, uses magic and chases after them.

“There you bastard!”

As the deputy principal’s cry, which always spoke in a polite tone, echoed through the academy, the academy students who were running nearby stopped for a moment and looked around, thinking it was an illusion and running again.

* * *

“I’ll form a group for the march training in a week.”

Layla stood at the desk and spoke quietly, but all the eyes of the academy students in Class B were focused on one side.

– Ssueuk, sseueuk

Seeing Rai silently sweeping the classroom with a broom, Sesset raises her hand.

“Instructor Layla, what is Instructor Lai doing?”

Leila listens to her question and looks at Rai pathetically before introducing him.

“Good question. You idiot… This is the staff who cleans the academy. Special instructions from the head of the academy.”

“Did you get fired from the instructor already? I thought you’d get fired someday, but it’s too soon.”

“No. It’s only one day today, so tomorrow is the lecturer again. Of course, I have to be aware of the job content, so I’m also attending the ceremony. Could you please step aside? I’m in the way.”

When Rai stands in front of Sessett with a grim expression after being told that he will be cut someday, Layla kicks him out saying he is in the way. As the academy students laugh, Rai grumbles and goes to the corner, saying that we’ll see you tomorrow.

“The marching training is conducted in groups of four. There are cases where each group performs a mission, and there are various missions such as marching with all the graders, so it would be advantageous to form a group by assuming various abilities.”

When Layla finished her explanation and looked up, more than half of her academy students were by Aria’s side. Layla lets out a sigh of relief as Zeroa laughs awkwardly, having been pushed aside by the force of her crowd and broken on the floor.

“Originally, groups are drawn freely, but class B will be drawn by lot.”

“Eh-? Why? Give us freedom too!”

“Shouldn’t I, of course, be paired with Ms. Arya?”

“Please obey the rules!”

When the academy students complain, Layla looks at them for a while and then looks at Aria.

“Will you choose Miss Aria?”

“……”

With everyone’s attention, Aria looks around her. She doesn’t know what kind of confidence everyone has, but she looks at Aria with bright eyes, saying that it’s only natural that she chooses herself.

There was even an academy student kneeling down on one knee and holding out her hand as if to propose her marriage or to swear a knight’s oath.

Arya couldn’t choose anyone because of her burdensome gaze and stayed still. Layla bumped into her papers on her desk and arranged them.

“We will draw lots.”

“Ehh–“

Everyone seemed to hate her, but since Aria, her goal, didn’t choose, she had no choice but to return to her seat. When she is all seated again, Layla holds out her box in front of her, which she had left on the side of her desk.

“There are 32 people, so there are 8 groups. Since there are 4 cards for each number, I will come out from the front and pick one person at a time. Before that, let’s start with the amount of Aria you want.”

At Layla’s words, Arya quietly steps forward and takes her number. As she carefully checks her number so that no one can see, her academy students stare with bated breath.

“No. 3!!”

“Three times!!”

“Even if I die, I will pick number 3!!”

As her academy students shout, Arya looks around in surprise and her eyes meet her rai behind her. Rai, who was holding out three of her fingers, gives a sly smile, then gets kicked by Layla and pushed into her corner.

“Miss Arya, please go in.”

“Yes.”

Arya enters holding the paper she drew with both hands as if to cherish it, and the next academy student comes out.

“God of heaven and earth in heaven, this is the reason I have lived until now. Please have pity on me and take care of me. I, a humble person, have been your servant and son, so I have no doubts in believing in you… “

The academy student, who exudes a seriously frightening atmosphere, mumbles and puts his hand into the box.

“Goddess!!! Uh uh…”

The academy student who checked the number as soon as he pulled it out collapsed on the floor. While Rai picked up the number tag with the number 2 written on it from his hand, the next academy student came out and took a number ticket.

While the lottery continues, with three numbers coming up including Aria, Zeroa, who was called, nervously moves forward. Some students have not disclosed their numbers, so maybe there is no number 3 in that box.

She puts her hand in her box, hoping zero, knowing that she’s not very lucky, but she hopes that maybe.

‘Because she was lucky to come to the academy… No, no, no. I’ve already run out of luck No, but maybe…’

I already have a meal with Aria every week. She eats street food sitting on her bench and parting ways, so it’s hard to say that she has a grand meal, but she already knows that she has used up all her luck for the rest of her life. Check the number of

“Number 7…”

At Zeroa’s voice filled with regret, the academy students who had not yet been selected cheered. Now that there was only one seat left, the misfortune of others was an opportunity.

Zeroa goes back to her seat and sees Aria in her regretful heart. Expressionless as usual, she makes eye contact with him and bows her head in her small bow.

‘Yeah, how can she even say hello to Miss Aria?’

Zeroa, who has been comforted, sits down. Number tickets are drawn in order, and the student who picked number 3 shouts. When everyone’s group is decided in the midst of mixed joys and sorrows, Layla says as she organizes her desk.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re familiar with marching in groups, but the missions given to each group take into account various situations. Prepare for any situation you can think of, such as defeated soldiers or small-scale infiltrations. First, it’s best to divide roles. Disband when the funeral service is over.”

At Layla’s words, the academy students gather by number. The academy students who picked number 3 stand up proudly and approach Aria while receiving everyone’s attention.

An academy student laughing with excitement, a academy student boasting by raising his number ticket above his head, a academy student dancing a joyous dance and approaching, a academy student holding the number ticket tightly as if it were a treasure.

Looking at the academy students who are receiving her envious gaze, Zero knows her regret and looks around to find the academy student who picked her number 7.

She said her number as she picked most of the time, so people with overlapping numbers remember her.

“Hoit, even if you don’t say it, you’ll understand, but it’s three or three.”

Sese-set, approaching her while drawing a V, sits near Zero-A.

“Isn’t this Mr. Zeroa who smashed our player? Our player was rude a lot last time.”

“Ahahahaha… It was a good match for Philia.”

“After the match, Philia locked herself in her room and cried, she dared to make my player cry and laughed? Huh?!”

“I didn’t cry.”

Philia came up behind her before she knew it, grabbed her head with one hand and gave her strength. Cesset screams at her as she struggles and collapses on her desk, and Philia looks at Zeroa and shrugs her shoulders before heading elsewhere.

She’s number 8, so she’s in a different group. The number 7 that Zeroa remembers is Cesset and her Abigail.

Abigail. She is from a commoner like Zeroa, but she has good grades and is a celebrity. She’s just not famous for the good.

She doesn’t get along well with people and her personality is fierce, so there are many people who talk to her rashly and get angry at her harsh response. She always roams alone and is rarely seen except during lectures and training.

Even now, it is an atmosphere where groups gather, but they are sitting alone and not moving. When she thinks that maybe she should go to her side, Sesset raises her hand and calls her.

“Abigail! Number 7? Come here!”

She is lively and friendly with people around the world, so Zeroa, who thought she was close to Abigail as well, saw Abigail ignoring her and immediately realized that she wasn’t.

When everyone in the classroom ignored the voice that was being heard, Zeroa worried that the two might be fighting, but the three three were the same as usual.

“Ah-B- Gail~~~~!!!”

“……”

“Ah- B- Gail~~~~~!!!!”

“……”

“Ah- Beee- Gaaail~~~~!!”

As the attention of the academy students is drawn to the frighteningly loud noise as usual, Abigail puts on her face and approaches Sesset.

Her red hair sways as she unleashes her mana, revealing her intimidation. Sesset, who was sitting in her seat, looked up at her Abigail, who was glaring at her to death.

“Do you want to die?”

“Yes, Abigail’s place is here.”

“…… I’m not interested. You guys do it yourself.”

As Abigail turns her back and tries to leave, Sesset opens her mouth and swallows her breath.

“aaa!”

“Shut up, you bastard.”

Abigail cut off Sesset’s words and looked back and forth between her and Zeroa with her annoyed expression on her face, then she sighed deeply and sat down in her seat. She wants to kill the smirking Sesset, but Abigail, her academy academy student, can’t let her blow her fist.

“Then there’s only one left. Who is it?”

“Well, I only remember the two of you.”

“Who are you, what the hell. It’s not polite to keep you waiting.”

As Abigail was staring at Sesset, thinking that there will be no more of you, someone comes up and says.

“I… Number 7.”

“……”

The three of them looked up at the academy student who came late and was speechless. The silence continues for a long time, and then the eyes of the three turn to the place where Aria was.

There were four academy students gathered in a frozen state. Among the four, there was no Arya. Because she was here Arya.

Not only the three of them, but all the academy students’ mouths open when they see Aria carefully showing the number 7 number. And everyone’s eyes turned to Rai.

“Poop, are you faking that? Fools.”

Rai, who was sweeping the floor, said that and quickly left the classroom.

Zeroa looks at Aria with a happy expression in the middle of a lecture room full of curse words and screams.

It looks like you haven’t used up all your life’s luck yet.