I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School
Episodes 11.5. Cahya tuk'ku

At night at the dinner table with my sister.

"Sister... Wanna compete?"

"Hm... TumBwen, you know that mintwa?" My brother spoke with his mouth full.

"Take your food first!"

My brother swallowed his food, "Sorry-sorry(smiles without sin)."

"SORRY-SORRY!"

"So, gulp(swallow the food)! Why suddenly?"

"Then~ when I was working under that grandmother, I was used to fighting almost every day without stopping. I always fight people, kill people, and ruin people (in a mental sense)... But ever since I became a teacher... I never did any of that. I feel like I'm weakened right now."

"Isn't that good, you don't have to dirty your hands anymore for that granny. After all, your feelings were against the magic class teacher and the physical 1st grade teacher 4."

What he meant by magic class was Vicky, and for 1st class Physique 4 was Erika.

"They(subject the head)... How do I say it...?" I don't know how to call them, "Too weak," Maybe that's what they call them. They can actually be defeated with just one strike.

"Enak dong(sniffed on the chair)... You don't have to work hard training anymore."

*bruack!

"That'll make me weak!" I raised the volume of my voice and stood up from my chair while hitting the dining table.

"Alright~ alright~ but remember! I won't hold back (smiling cunningly)." My brother finally agreed.

***

We both went to a special arena in the regent's office. I was forbidden from practicing elsewhere because my strength was too strong it could even destroy the arena if I did not hold back.

We both stood face to face with the pageblug that was already active in the middle of this very closed arena.

My brother with his small muscles looks like he doesn't mind the weapons he carries. The weapon was slightly larger than his body. Made of wood and a little skin (animal?), the coffin he was carrying looked a little creepy to me.

The weapon cannot be used to fight. The chest is more precise just to be a supplier of magic (some sort of supply mana).

"Ouch... (Laughter) It's so heavy. I haven't used it in a long time. It can also be made mukul lo, ahahaha."

"Stop that joke, brother. People can think you're crazy." I put on a flat expression.

"Relax them to call me crazy. There's no one here anyway (optimistic face)."

"Can it be serious, brother? The night is getting late." I pointed towards the giant clock in the arena that showed at 9 p.m.

"OK, okay! Prepare yourself, Rashid!" My brother took a swing.

"Our battle~ BEGINS!" The words from my brother rang.

Instantly I went forward and swung my sword upwards.

*ctang!

But the attack was too snail for him. He even smiled arrogantly while holding her back with just two fingers.

"Did you really forget how to fight?" I said it because he has not fought for more than 2 years.

"If the basics are easy for me!" His arrogant face told me that he was still as strong as he used to be.

I took off my sword held by my brother and jumped back a few steps.

I raised my sword up. The ceiling of the arena instantly darkened and followed by electric sparks up there suddenly churned.

*Out!

A lightning bolt in the room struck my sword. I unleashed the lightning gathered on my sword towards him.

*bruk!

Quickly, my brother used the chest he used as a shield. The lightning that I had struck just now instantly disappeared without a trace.

"You're still terrible as always, brother."

I'm sensing. Something I can't get from fighting them (the weak). A sensation I can only encounter each time against a strong opponent.

I started to go into silent mode and focused myself on the fight.

My sword I threw up and stuck near my brother. My brother who knew the direction of the attack instantly made the chest door into a shield and umbrella.

The entire room suddenly became wet. It was raining in the arena in the room.

*C!

My brother flicked his finger and burned the entire arena with fire so that my impending attack was nullified.

*Syiling cunningly!

Unfortunately, I knew my brother would do that.

When the distance was very close and my sword I had gotten. That's when I had the moment to attack him.

*glash!

I shook the wind towards him.

*burn!

My brother's burning with his own fire, my brother,

"Ahhhh(whimpering)! Damn you, Syid!" My brother whimpers in the heat.

His coffin instantly reacted when his master was in trouble. The crate spewed a water into the air and sprayed it onto the ground like a rain.

I who had been waiting for a moment like this again threw my sword and stuck it near him.

"Checkmate brother."

Streams of lightning instantly twisted across the ceiling forming a vortex. The vortex circled the sword that was beneath it.

*Out!

Lightning snatched my sword and my brother was exposed to conduction from the water, he should have passed out immediately and K.O.

"Did?!"

My brother still standing there?

He stood down and was silent like a statue there. Slowly his head turned towards me. Fear strengthened as his face lifted.

*wush!

"Checkmate brother." My brother was suddenly in front of me.

His hands that turned pointed due to the earth element magic pierced towards my heart. Slowly my consciousness began to disappear and my body began to not be strong to support again.

I lost with a hole in my heart.

This exercise was won by my brother.

***

"Oh!"

I woke up from my fainting. My reflex was holding a hole in my heart, and luckily it was gone.

"Ahhh(sighs)..."

"Wake up too you, lazy man." My brother greeted me while sitting in the audience seat.

"I lost (closed both my eyes with my arms)..."

"Let it be normal. You won from me that's impossible." He smiled as he closed his eyes. It was a smile full of arrogance.

I was told that Anitya and my brother's Pageblug were very special. Anitya hers has a high magic shelf life compared to normal people in general. The regeneration speed of his body was slightly faster, but it did not work against me.

Her pageblug was a gift from Nova when she was vice regent. I rarely hear that a pageblug has a soul/heart sensor to protect its master.

"Do you know why you lost?" My sister looked at the chair across with a questionable look.

"I'm too excited about my (mission) goal."

"So you're aware, huh?"

Understand it or not, I don't know. Conscious or not, I don't know either. Everything that came out in my mouth seemed to show up on its own. My mind reacts to every sentence without thinking about the answer.

"Today, I tried to help my disciple with my own strength, but my friend held me back and asked him to help. I initially wanted to refuse, but I could only fall silent and accept it. His words when he said that everything should be done together made me think twice about all my actions."

Everything felt gray when I did that. I just remembered to look at the colors when my friend came.

"When he said, 'it wasn't always money helping' made me realize. Sometimes money isn't what everyone asks for, it's the source they're looking for."

I composed the words Xander said as I remembered them with my memories. Everything is not remembered clearly, but at least I can explain the points to my brother.

"Your friend must be a good man. He warned you based on the experience he had. He's a great mood reader." My sister responded with a faint smile. "By the way, why are you so eager to help your students?"

When asked why, I bowed and stared at what was below. My eyes looked like they were underground. They are the source of my pain.

"I just want to be forgiven." I held back my tears.

My brother who understood the direction of the conversation immediately lowered his face and stopped this conversation. He didn't want to talk about this sensitive topic because he knew how important 'they' were to me.

"It turns out so yes..." My brother's voice is soft. "Fortunately you can now feel life." Tears wet his cheeks.

"Hey don't cry like that. That's gross!"

Why is my sister crying just because I feel alive? Besides, can he stop? It's so embarrassing. I hope that no staff will suddenly step into the arena.