Rebirth of the Ruined Noble

Although I was annoyed by seeing the face of that bastard, I managed to calm myself.

The current Zephyr was someone who was still a rookie, even if he was talented, I could defeat him if I use the knowledge of past life and train hard, I could definitely defeat him or so I told myself.

Anyway, there was only ten minutes before the next class.

I didn't want to be noticed by any instructors for going late to the classes so, I made my way to towards the Kshatriya class.

The next class is the " Basics of Combat."

This class was handled by Professor Keating.

Professor Keating was a very amiable man with humble personality.

Maybe due to his background as a common man, I had never seen him get angry in my precious life.

He was very friendly towards the students and sometimes would sat along with the students to eat.

Although he was despised by the noble children, he was still the favorite teacher for all the students from common background.

"Huh? You! The airhead I met at the freshmen ceremony, you are in our class? "

As I entered the class, Julia jumped from her seat approching me with her 'oh so great' personality.

She was absent for Professor Kill Jo... I mean Professor Joshua's class, maybe because she couldn't find the class at the right time.

And it seemed like she had just found the class while wondering around the whole campus.

I ignored her as I knew it would only increase my anger if I talked with her.

I went straight to where I sat in the morning, thankfully no one sat in the place.

"Hey! Are you ignoring me right now? "

The fire brat was still talking me to standing besides even though I was ignoring her, which obviously annoyed me.

Thankfully, Professor Keating entered the classroom, putting an end to the her non stop chatter and the class also quieted down.

He walked towards the podium and looked at class with a warm smile.

"The future of the Empire", he said.

" Welcome to the Freljord Academy. "

There was a stark contrast between him and Instructor Joshua who engaged the first class.

If Instructor Keating was like a Sun then Professor Joshua Sanders was like a New moon.

There was a difference of day and night.

Anyway, the mood of the class which was dampened due to Instructor Joshua's first class immediately brightened.

"I am Keating, a professor at Freljord academy as you may have already known, and I will be handling the " The basics of combat" for your class."

He was a tall man with lean and well built body, his dirty blond hair combined with a six pack figure was enough to infatuate the young maidens who were at the peak of their youth.

In addition to all that, he was also smiling for the whole time while saying that.

"As this is the first class, we will not be learning anything related to the syllabus, instead we will concentrate on a important tradition. "

with that, Professor Keating announced.

"Now get ready. What's scheduled for today is the long tradition of the Freljord freshmen tradition, the 'main weapon selection.'"

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"Any weapon you can think of should be here."

We were all taken to the training area to choose a weapon.

It was a huge hall with a space that was as big as a football stadium with open top.

I didn't why they built it so big but it was pretty useful when we trained, we get to use as much space as we wanted and it would be less disturbing.

Anyway, as Professor Keating displayed the racks containing weapons, we could see all kind of weapons in there.

A Main Weapon.

As simple as the word may seem, it was quite important in the world of warriors.

Like the great magus Lith Verhen once told " You choose a weapon and it tells me who you are", A weapon by default describe about the nature of a person.

As such there were many kinds of weapons that we could think of.

The famous ones being, Swords, Spears, Shields, Ax, Bow and arrows, dagger, staff, etc.

But the range of weapons was not confined by what is known to the people.

There are even more weapons that were not very known among the people, like a Mace, Halberd, Chakram, Flail, Crossbow, Warhammer, Katana, Claymore, Rapier, Scimitar, wand, Sling, Whip, Glaive and many more.

For some, A weapon may be just a tool to fight and defend themself while for some other, it may be the symbol that would represent their culture and glory.

It is very hard to define the meaning of a weapon as every person has their own image of a weapon.

Speaking about the image of an Individual, My image of a weapon was very vague.

Evetime I wielded a weapon, there was huge shadow of fear that haunted my existence.

Will I lose my other arm too?

Will I be able to survive this fight?

What should I do if I can't defeat the person in front of me?

They were the types of thoughts that haunted me in my past life.

May be because I was too afraid of losing any more things in past life, just seeing the weapons covered in blood gave me chills.

To me, a weapon was nothing but the harbinger of disaster.

'Don't be a pussy, Eren.'

But despite all that, I wanted to try wielding a weapon once again.

'I am a Pendragon!'

To redefine the meaning of weapon for myself, To erase the fear for weapons that existed in my heart and to stand against all the adversities that I would face in the future....

I wanted to properly wield a weapon this time.

'I will prevail over it.'

Whatever the challenges, I was ready to face them.

As I resolved myself, my eyes fell on the weapon that was waiting for me.

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