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The playground fell into an instant silence.
"Buzz..."
A brown arrow, approximately 36 centimeters long, was embedded straight into Garen's chest. The arrow gradually stopped trembling, and a bright red stain began to seep through his black shirt.
The children who witnessed this scene panicked, gasping in shock.
"Sir Garen, this Puppet Crystal has been active for too long, but fortunately..." At that moment, Black Duncan had finally finished his assessment. However, when he turned around, he was instantly frozen in place.
He saw Rody nearby, equally stunned, and suddenly understood the situation. Fury ignited in his eyes.
"Rody!" Black Duncan panted heavily as he rushed over. "Have you lost your mind?!"
As a Level 3 Warrior, Black Duncan could tell at a glance that the arrow had not harmed Garen; it hadn't even breached his defenses. Yet, whether as Garen's challenger or friend, he could not tolerate such behavior!
But just then, Black Duncan was abruptly stopped.
Garen pulled the arrow from his chest and coldly looked at Rody not far away. "Continue shooting!"
"What?!" Black Duncan and the other students behind him were all taken aback.
As for Rody by the target, he trembled in fear, dropping his wooden bow with a loud clatter.
The authoritative and indifferent voice rang out again.
"Did you not understand my words? Continue shooting!" Garen commanded in a deep voice. "Pick up your weapon and shoot!"
An invisible authority radiated from him, causing the group of Students to instinctively step back, their gazes towards Garen resembling that of terrified onlookers facing a fearsome demon. Rody, after struggling to hold back his emotions twice, finally burst into tears with a "Wow!" Yet under the overwhelming pressure, he completely lost his will to resist. Trembling, he reached out and picked up the wooden bow.
With a whoosh, Rody's hands shook violently as the arrow barely flew ten meters before it fell to the ground with a thud.
"Did you not eat enough? Take out another arrow; this time I want to see your strength! Shoot!" Garen's mocking gaze fixed on Rody, his cold voice echoing ominously.
"Don't force me... don't force me..."
Rody barely had time to wipe away his tears. Gritting his teeth, he seemed to finally make up his mind. He drew an arrow from the Quiver and nocked it in the middle of the bowstring. Gathering all his strength, he pulled back the string and released his fingers...
"Whoosh!" With a fierce whistle, the arrow transformed into a brown streak of lightning, flying straight toward Garen.
"Good! Much stronger than before." Garen raised his hand and swatted the powerful arrow away as if swatting a fly. "But if this is all you can do, then I'm quite disappointed... Keep shooting!"
Rody's body trembled. He could swear to God that even the Three-Headed Troll Lion he saw last month in Viruya City was nowhere near as terrifying as this man!
He suppressed his inner fear and drew the fourth arrow from the Quiver...
"Raise your arm higher, straighten your back! Use all your strength!"
"Hah, barely enough power. But what about your aim? Do you think weapons are just for playing house?"
"Imagine me as your most hated enemy! Every arrow you shoot must have meaning! As a warrior training in Fighting Spirit, you must never betray the weapon in your hands!"
...
The thick clouds seemed to reach their limit and finally unleashed a torrential downpour. The low rumbling thunder echoed continuously, stimulating the eardrums of the Students.
However, for these boys, this was destined to be an unforgettable day. It was as if even the roaring thunder had to cower before the man's voice. They watched as Garen swatted away arrows time and again, commanding Rody to shoot again and again, completely unaware that they were drenched from head to toe in rain.
Rody's vision was blurred by the mist, unable to distinguish between rainwater and tears. He kept repeating the motion of shooting arrows, not even feeling the soreness in his muscles; he had completely fallen into a state of numbness.
It was at that moment that Rody's left hand trembled.
"Teacher... I'm out of arrows..."
When this choked voice rang out, all the students let out a deep sigh of relief, as if this nightmare could finally come to an end. Even Black Duncan quietly wiped his forehead.
At that moment, the burly figure turned around.
"As you can see," Garen's calm and resonant voice echoed, "I have never been a teacher at this academy, and I have no idea how to educate children."
"I cannot teach you knowledge, cannot provide you with a comfortable and pleasant academy life, nor can I offer you any fun! All I know is that to the west of your small town lie the greedy Sodolar Mountains bandits and the dangerous Taroloro Mountain Range beasts, while to the east are the Strick bandits of Aguillon Mountains!"
"Just a week ago, Mr. Black Duncan was stabbed through the abdomen by a sharp dagger and had his Qi Xuan torn apart. What he defended with his life was the food you waste every day!"
As if to alleviate the somber atmosphere, when a wave of gazes fell upon him, Black Duncan made a rather unflattering grimace, which immediately drew laughter from many students.
After this little interlude, the way the students looked at Garen changed once again; in those youthful eyes, there was now a hint of goodwill.
"I don't understand why you practice Fighting Spirit or why you stand here. If it is for physical fitness, then you should spend your expensive tuition on sufficient nutritional supplements! If you are being forced by your families, then you should speak up honestly instead of wasting time here!"
"Of course, if it is to gain powerful strength for robbery or fighting... then I think the bandit camp on the mountain would be more suitable!"
Laughter erupted once more from the crowd.
Garen's face showed no emotion, his voice remained calm. "I'm not joking."
"The moment you picked up your weapons and decided to cultivate the Fighting Spirit, you were destined to become a warrior."
"If you intend to use your power for anything else, then please leave immediately, for I cannot teach you."
"If you ask me what the purpose of cultivating the Fighting Spirit is... or what the significance of great power is..."
Just as all the students looked on with eager anticipation, Garen suddenly stopped speaking.
He picked up the Stormblade from the ground and, under the gaze of a dozen eyes, walked directly in front of the Puppet Crystal. He slowly raised his palm and then struck down with force!
"Don't!" Black Duncan suddenly exclaimed.
The Puppet Crystal, as a training tool, was not inherently dangerous. However, Garen's action meant that if the crystal shattered completely, it would summon all the puppets stored within. Since Volikov had never used the Puppet Crystal in class, even Black Duncan had no idea how many puppets were hidden inside this crystal ball...
A cracking sound erupted as the deep brown crystal shattered into countless fragments. Dark beams of light surged forth from within, ultimately transforming into adult-sized black puppets. Their numbers were overwhelming, quickly surrounding Garen.
They moved their necks stiffly, emitting low, eerie sounds from their throats. Then, a glow began to flow in their pupils, as if they were awakening...
Seeing the swarm of black puppets, the students were instantly filled with fear, retreating rapidly and hiding behind Black Duncan.
Black Duncan quickly summoned his Fighting Spirit but felt a sense of suffocation; there were so many training puppets... he had no way to cope!
Whimpers arose from the crowd as each child fell into panic.
At that moment, Garen's voice continued to resonate.
"The purpose of cultivating Fighting Spirit is to become stronger, to transform into a qualified warrior. When faced with real crises, you shouldn't be crying and hiding behind others."
A powerful surge of Fighting Spirit erupted, accompanied by a golden glow that instantly enveloped the Puppets.
"From now on, I do not want to hear any ridiculous questions about what justice is or why we fight..."
As the golden Fighting Spirit blossomed, the black Puppets simultaneously exploded with deafening bangs, clouds of black mist rising into the air. Yet, it could not drown out Garen's voice.
"Today marks the first lesson for you aspiring warriors—why we fight!"
From the billowing black mist, Garen's imposing figure slowly emerged.
The young warrior, drenched by the pouring rain and splattered with colorful Sauce, drove his Greatsword into the ground with a clang.
"We fight for those who cannot fight!"
As Garen himself stated, he would not teach the children. He merely hoped to convey the true meaning of cultivation to these lazy kids through his words.
This tedious, boring, and uninteresting task—perhaps even less comfortable than sleeping—might seem to have little purpose. Yet it is the only thing that can transform you from a protected individual into someone who protects others.
After all, everyone has someone they cherish deep within their hearts.
After all, this world is not at peace.
Under the influence of Fearless Spirit, the children's eyes still held confusion; however, they could clearly feel their hearts beating stronger than ever at that moment, their blood boiling with excitement.
Rody stared blankly at the wooden bow in his palm, instinctively tightening his grip.
Many years later, the Godeyas Continent fell into chaos due to a war, with countless Other Races extending their greedy claws. At that time, Rody, who had become a top warrior, single-handedly defended against twenty-four waves of enemy invasions with just a bow, safeguarding the lives of thousands.
As he stood drenched in blood, shooting his last Dragon Soul Breaking Arrow, a voice echoed deep within him—fighting for those who could not fight.
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To the west of the playground stood a low building with three large windows wide open, allowing the distant sounds to be heard clearly.
"Garen, a weak, ignorant, laughable fraud," Tutulu stroked his gray beard and said to those around him. "Is this really the person you’re talking about?"
"This..." Volikov stared blankly at the playground.
In the normal course of events, this New Mentor should not be in such a pitiful state of being bullied, only to be "coincidentally" seen by Mayor Tutulu, and then ultimately sent away in disgrace after his long-prepared speech.
"Volikov, I've heard about your usual behavior, but I never expected you would target my grandson and incite him to prank the mentor." Tutulu turned to glare at Volikov. "If you think the conditions in the mines are bad, you can find a new job instead of wasting my time."
"Now, please get lost!"
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