Not Your Perfect Prince

Not Your Perfect Prince
Weak Chicken


"What are you waiting for? Gather together now."


A distinctive and charismatic voice was heard. Pushing to the source of the voice, Reinhart saw a tall and burly male figure. She has blonde hair combed high crest, a square face looking masculine, complete with a smile that shows brilliant white teeth.


Reinhart even felt that the man's teeth could reflect light like a mirror!


"Okay, Sir John!"


In students, especially those who take additional lessons close combat answers in unison. They then formed a neat row in front of Sir John.


"Haha! Goody! That's new spirit, Young man!"


Looking up at Sir John, Reinhart really felt interested.


Sir John's. The man had a height of over two meters, a burly body, and was filled with muscles. However, some make it different from the appearance of other characters.


If normally such a person carries a broad sword, an axe, or at least a spear ...


Sir John actually carried a weapon for the one hanging on the left side of his waist.


Rappiers. Yes, a thin sword with a very pointy tip. Although it could be used for slashing, it was more often used for piercing.


A burly man with a small and short sword.


So, the character of Sir John is really famous for its uniqueness.


"I won't say much. For the first exercise, warm up! Relax your muscles and run around the field ten times."


After giving orders at random, Sir John chose a place to sit and watch over his students. However, rather than keeping an eye on the disciples, the man instead focused on taking care of his weapon.


Sir John put down the rappier with a solemn expression. The rappier itself has a beautiful shape.


The weapon had a clean silver color all over its body. The design is rather simple but still elegant. Equipped with gold and pink ornaments.


Yep. Sir John even has another title which is 'Pinky Muscle Knight' ...


There was no beautiful picture of a flower knight at all. Clearly, even the appearance of Sir John made many children cry.


Finished doing extreme warming, they all rested for a moment. After that, they rested for a while.


While resting, Sir John began to announce the names of the people they had to fight during the match practice between classes.


"Aiden vs Xylon."


Hearing that, Reinhart looked envious. Although Xylon was good at making potions and natural magic, in a weapon fight, for him.


After the names of the two were called, other names began to be called. Increasingly, Reinhart felt a bit strange as her name was not mentioned at all.


"Reinhart vs Flint."


"..."


Reinhart stared at Sir John then at Flint for money now looking at him with a careless smile.


"Aiden! Xylons! Prepare to fight!"


While the others rested on the sidelines, Aiden and Xylon prepared. They went to the match venue with an area similar to. A basketball court in Reinhart's previous life.


"Are you ready?"


Hearing Sir John's question, the two of them nodded. But before Sir John gave his cue, Aiden asked casually.


"I'd like to ask you, sir."


"What?"


"Because it's a battle drill, can we use magic, sir?"


"..."


Hearing Aiden's question, Sir John rubbed his chin with a serious expression. After a while, the man nodded.


"In order to harness your power, magic is allowed."


Aiden who heard that answer immediately smiled with satisfaction. Pulling out his sword, the young man made a sword-wielding motion that was enveloped in flames while saying.


"Thank you for your permission, sir!"


Looking towards Aiden, the initially nervous Xylon became calmer. He knocked on the ground several times with his staff, at that moment, six roots with sharp tips appeared behind him.


Really get ready to fight Aiden!


Reinhart who was staring at the two felt somewhat depressed. He felt that Aiden was too stupid.


If it was against Xylon directly, it was obvious that Aiden could beat the green-haired young man to black and blue. If it involves magic ...


It seems that Aiden himself is asking for a beating!


Looking at the two, Reinhart could not help but complain in her heart.


'Even if it was a weak chicken, he would peck when cornered, Fool.'