30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 42

He despised discrimination.

Was it because he had lived a long history of being on the receiving end of it? For instance, a useless recruit had managed to secure rapid promotions simply because he was the division commander's son. Conversely, Ihan had remained a sergeant for ten years, missing out on promotions for absurd reasons.

Having been deeply scarred by such injustices, he had come to value fairness almost to an absolute degree when dealing with others.

Thus, Ihan had no intention of giving special treatment to Jo Seedling simply because she was of lower birth, nor would he neglect anyone just because they were the child of a noble.

After all, fairness meant treating everyone the same way.

And so...

"Alright, let’s get started with some energy today."

"..."

Ihan was at the academy.

All fifty-four cadets from the swordsmanship department, who had remained at the academy instead of going to Vulcan, looked at their instructor with incredulous expressions.

...Is this a dream?

“...In-instructor.”

“Speak up, Chick Number Three.”

“Uh, well, I heard you’d gone to Vulcan for training.”

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“And, as far as I know, the distance between Vulcan and the academy is around 40 kilometers.”

“It’s exactly 37.9 kilometers.”

“Oh, I see...”

But that wasn’t really the issue here!

“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Vulcan?”

“I’m here to teach you guys.”

“...What about Vulcan?”

“I took care of things there during the day. Now, I’ll train you here and return there for more training at night.”

“...”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well... it’s just that you’re, uh, unique.”

“What’s so unique? I’m just diligent.”

“Haha...”

He’d run a round trip of 75.8 kilometers just to avoid missing a class. How could anyone accuse him of not being diligent? Unable to argue against such a stark reality, the female cadet known as "Chick" let out a hollow laugh.

...Speaking of which, word of Ihan and Odwal’s war game had caused quite a stir.

Throughout the academy’s history, the swordsmanship and magic departments had always had a rocky relationship. However, never before had there been such a direct confrontation.

By the time the administration tried to intervene, the event had already gained too much momentum, with even the nobles looking forward to it. There was no stopping it now; the game’s justification and momentum were unstoppable.

Because of this, Ihan found himself summoned to the headmaster’s office once again.

He got scolded.

The headmaster asked how many incidents he planned to cause in a single semester. Ihan responded confidently, arguing that it was the mages who had provoked him in the first place, picking a fight over nonsense.

Thus, Ihan remained unapologetic, while the headmaster could only rub the back of his stiff neck and shake his head.

...Yet, when it came time to provide funds for the cadets, the headmaster did his duty.

'After dealing with corrupt teachers, it’s refreshing to meet a real educator like this.'

Still, the headmaster didn’t seem all that hopeful, not as if he was giving a lot of money. It was clear that he expected the swordsmanship department to lose. This sentiment wasn’t limited to the headmaster; it was the prevailing opinion throughout the academy.

It was as if the outcome had already been decided.

“Well, I can’t blame them. In a war game, soldiers are pawns on a chessboard. Even the more skilled warriors might be considered bishops, while mages are seen as queens or knights.”

“The way they look down on warriors is quite something. Narrow-minded people.”

“...What can you do? That’s just the record.”

“That’s because the losers are weak.”

“Who could compare to you, Instructor?”

“I’m relatively weak myself.”

“...”

One cadet’s face twisted, as if to say that was the most absurd thing he’d heard all year. But perhaps the real reason was that the ridiculousness of it was painful.

“Ugh...”

“Ugh!”

“Argh! Gah...!”

Cadets were collapsing left and right, groaning in pain. They’d been sparring against the instructor under the guise of unrestricted combat training, and they had all been thoroughly beaten into the ground.

Strangely, though, none of them were seriously injured. Although they’d been thrown around, Ihan had held back in the end.

...Which, in a way, was even more humiliating.

“I wasn’t going easy on you to humiliate you. The priest in the recovery room asked me to stop sending so many people his way.”

“...There are indeed a lot of injuries.”

“In-instructor, did you really run here from Vulcan?”

“Strength... you’re...”

Seeing the instructor, who looked completely unfazed despite beating them all senseless, it was hard to believe he was even slightly winded.

“It’s true that I have less energy than usual. Even for an instructor, running such a distance back and forth is tiring. But I hardly need to exert myself against ‘rookies’ like you.”

“...”

“You seem upset? Then strive to get stronger. Your instructor is committed to teaching you to the best of his ability.”

“...”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...I was just curious. I mean, with your level of enthusiasm, I was wondering why you didn’t take us to Vulcan with you.”

“Are you talking about special intensive training?”

“...”

“Hmm, I told you the day before. Anyone who wanted to join should meet at the starting point. But none of you showed up.”

“...Well.”

The cadet, who had unconsciously voiced her resentment, clenched her teeth, realizing how childish her outburst sounded, even to herself.

But she couldn’t help it.

They hadn’t avoided the training because they didn’t want to go.

“My family told me not to go. What can I do?”

“Are you grown adults still bound to your homes?”