I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School
Episode 93's. Coercion

In the waiting room, my students and I were preparing for the siege battle exam which would start in a matter of minutes.

My eyes wander from the face to the faces of my students. From what I've caught now, they've not thought too much about what happened yesterday.

Didn't I think they'd forget about it so soon? Is humanity retreating?

When Anitya has not been found, seeing death is normal. Supposedly after Anitya came out, death became a rare and terrible thing.

But it all seems different from what I was thinking. Their faces don't look like that. They focus more on the test than on remembering the past.

Either this is because of the move to continue forward without looking back, or they do not care. Most importantly at this moment, they were already not thinking about it anymore.

Wait for...

Where's Sophia?

I just realized that I haven't seen the trunk of his nose at all.

My gaze continued to spread to every side of the room, but the results were nil.

It would be terrible if the child disappeared. 30% of the power source of this class comes from it. If he was absent at the moment, then the class only had 70% or less strength left.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" The daryitadi Gita was silent when the start suddenly questioned me.

"You know, right?"

No need to pretend to ask. This kid must know what I'm really looking for.

"If you're looking for Sophia, then you'll just be wasting your time."

"Why?"

I was surprised by what Gita meant. He rarely says anything negative to me at times like this.

When he answered, Gita looked at the map board in the waiting room. "How else, the students in these classes had instantly forgotten what happened back then. Sophia who became the sole survivor felt she was ostracized."

What I feared became reality. The disciples who had forgotten the incident back then would instead make Sophia depressed because she felt forgotten.

"Nobody wants to talk to that kid (Sophia)..." Gita added. "Moka, Stevent, Hakam, and I've been trying to get him to talk. But I don't think that's enough. Especially after hearing the news that you are released from the teaching position. He's going straight down on it."

"It's a hassle." I said while trying to leave.

"Where are you going?" Gita.

"Of course look for it!"

Isn't this the obvious thing? Then why is he trying to get in my way?

"Before you go and leave us unattended. I want to ask you one thing." Gita's tone turned serious, and the look she gave me was like slashing me.

Gita, which looks easy going, has turned into serious fashion. If he's already in this mode. Then the direction of the conversation will change seriously.

I have to listen to him and don't make the wrong move. It's likely that I'll ruin everything if I'm rash.

"What do you want to ask?" I come back with a sweat.

"You think... What is sophia?"

A simple question but hard to answer. I can't just answer that he's my student.

My answer should be specific. But if I keep thinking, I don't even find a way out at all. All I meet at all times is a dead end.

Every time I remember his name, I think he is my student who first saw my existence as a teacher.

Ever since I saved him from Fajri back then, he seems to have changed little by little. Many say, even Erika even said that Sophia was a quiet child. Eve was like an unapproachable ice queen.

Many say that Sophia has changed and changed. His reserved nature began to disappear and become active like a student as usual.

Is it because of me? No, or because of a helping hand?

Instantly my mouth opened and looked at my student's face. "I don't know what Sophia is to me, but what I do know. He is my student!"

I brushed off Gita's words. I don't know what Sophia is. But what I do know is that right now, he's in trouble. So I as a teacher must finish it immediately.

"Stop..." Gita let out a cold tone. "I'm a little disappointed, you've changed, sir. You who used to always use a little reason. Now always do anything rashly. Where is that cold and terrifying Rashid sir?! Why is he currently being witty and weak like this?!"

Gita's words cut me to the heart. He said a fact. The fact that I've moved more according to feeling than logic. If it was me then I would just shut up and wait for him to come back.

And if he still doesn't come back as well, I'll start thinking and figuring out a way. Only when an idea was discovered did I move in search of it.

Hearing what Gita said made me who was holding the doorknob instantly melt.

The handle I held straight off and went back to the students who were chatting about this test.

"You understand, don't you?" (Gita)

Maybe this is the time, I should plan what they should do in this exam instead of thinking about the student.

My steps began to move to the table that was in the middle of the room. On it was a miniature from the shape of Tyas Palace that would be used for fighting.

"Everyone, can I have your attention for a moment?!" I said at high volume.

The disciples looked towards me who was beside the table.

When they understood my point, they gathered around the table. Strategy, that's what needs to be done right now.

......................

"Strategy, have you thought about it?" Ask me to make sure.

They looked at each other wondering. It replied that they had not thought of this at all.

"Then we start here!" Point me at the main gate that surrounds the palace.

"Here, a gate made of steel stands."

"You can jump in with your elemental magic, but doing so will end up with you leaving your friend behind there."

"So, I suggest you guys make a Ram with ice or earth magic to force open that gate!"

"Is there anything in question?"

I paused my explanation to see if anyone asked or not.

Before long, one of the disciples raised his hand. "Why don't we make a ladder using ice or soil?" (Murid 1)

"That's a good question!"

"Why don't you guys do that? The answer is simple, because if you try to do that. Then you will be an easy target for the students of the opposing class who use long-range weapons!"

"When you're on a wall, you're not just going to go through that wall. The guards will shoot you down. Falling from a height will drain your consciousness and get you out of the fight!"

"First question you answered! Are there any more questions?!"

Now no one raised his hand.

"Then let's continue!"

"After entering, you will be in the courtyard of the palace. Use some of the facilities there to take cover from the shots from the watchtower at the top of the palace."

"There you will also start a fierce fight! The other party will obviously issue some members to head you off!"

"In that moment, as much as possible fight with 2 against 1. Don't gang up on them, you'll only end up attacking each other if you forcefully do such a stupid thing!"

The students seem to understand what I mean.

"At that time, after the guards were defeated. You just have to force open the palace, use ram or just burn it is fine!"

"Those who can fly or walk on walls using the elements of wind, light, or ice can try to enter through the royal balcony and make a surprise attack."

"Making a surprise attack isn't easy, the guards have obviously thought of your steps coming through the balcony!"

"So as much as possible, be prepared for the worst when choosing that route!"

"If you make it through the balcony, then they should be there waiting for your other colleagues to enter through the front door.

"When your comrades come in and confront the leader, those on the balcony immediately go down and close the leader's exit. Keep their leaders trapped and beat."

What I'm doing looks easy, but it's hard to do. There will be many things that make this difficult.

First, the number of students who fell there I did not count

Second, I don't know what strategy Ryan will use.

Third, I only know the outer form of this palace from the miniatures that are in front of me.

What's inside and how the floor plan is, I don't know at all.

I understand my students but I don't understand my enemies. The probability of winning is 50:50.

It's a troublesome bet.

Shortly after I gave the order. Hakam raised his hand to ask. "Sir, I want to ask."

"Ask what?"

"As for our leader, who is chosen?"

Apparently they haven't thought about it. Though I have told the four of them that something like this should be voluntary not by force.

Hearing Hakam's question earlier, I turned to look at the four people who I deemed fit to fill that position.

"Takam, Stevent, Moka, and Gita... Choose one of them!" I said to the disciples who were walking around between the tables.

Who will be the chairman?