I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Back from the dressing room to the classroom, the other students had already returned to the classroom.

Seeing Fran in uniform makes the boys students harder. It's not because Fran is cute, it's probably because of the trauma in mock warfare.

Female students are not that blatant because the distance has narrowed somewhat in the locker room earlier. Some of them are waving at me.

But inside the classroom, which has an overwhelming male/female ratio, it became quiet all at once.

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"Hmm?"

"Fran, come here"

Carona led me to my seat, sewing between the boys students who killed my breath and stared at Fran.

Even when it comes to classrooms, it is a rinse-bottle-shaped shape like a university lecture room. Apparently, it's not a particular place to be decided, it's a system in which each one sits wherever they want.

Carona dared to sit in the back row, a realization that would ease everyone's gaze a little bit to focus on Fran.

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Even when the Frans are seated, it is silence that dominates the classroom. The boys' students were focused on the signs of Fran, killing their breath as if everyone was ahead of the beast.

The girls are laughing.

"Oh no? Quiet enough, but what's wrong?

It was one old man who came into the classroom who broke that silence. I guess he's the next lecturer in class.

"Oh, no, it's nothing..."

"Really? Well, fine. Shall I start the class then? Oh, speaking of which, did you have an embedded student?

"I"

"Oh, you're the rumored teacher and integrator. Beasts are rare in our college."

An old teacher stares at Fran with his hands up intriguing. He wasn't in the staff room at the time of the introduction this morning.

"You're an adventurer, and you've been through a lot of demolitions?

"Mmm."

"What do you think? Could you change your mind a little bit today and let me talk about that? Because the opportunity to hear actual stories from active adventurers is valuable."

"I don't care"

"Oh, that's good!

The old teachers are more excited than the students. I'm guessing he's a teacher and a researcher.

"That's not what you can hear about the experience of dismantling high-ranking adventurers!

With a curious eye, he is raising his voice of joy.

"So what do you ask from? I don't know...... For example, what is the most gigantic warcraft you've ever dismantled?

"Size?

"Uhm!"

"Hmmm......?

"What is it? Have you ever dismantled a big man before?

"Too many, I don't know which one is the best"

"Oh, oh. Was I? So, what about the biggest one these days?

"Well, that. The guy who knocked him down on the Devil Wolf Plains."

"Ho? Rumor has it that different kinds of warcraft are going to come out? So, what did you take down?

Meccha, the old teacher at the front. Of all this classroom, it would be the most serious.

Invisible Death

"Hey, what the hell! A, A, Invisible Death is not a threat B warcraft! That's what I put in place!

Are the students completely abandoned? Contrary to the excitement of the old teacher, the students have a poker look.

Seeing that, I guess I thought it was a bad idea. When he was a teacher, he managed to remember.

"Gohon. Uh, right. Shall I explain the warcraft called Invisible Death first?"

There are no textbooks, etc., so I start explaining Invisible Death while I sheet. He was only specialized in warcraft and was very familiar with the old man's description.

Sometimes, however, we only know it on the ground, so each time Fran makes up for it.

Optical camo, for example. I knew the story of refracting the light and disappearing, but I didn't know the specific information about how covert it was and how threatening it was.

That's how the class moves on with the conversation between Fran and the teacher. The students are trying hard to understand, but they seem to have difficulty inside.

It's too strong to be realistic, and its abilities are diverse and hard to imagine. For once, I put an illustration on the blackboard to explain it, but the image didn't seem to come up.

"Um, Dr. Moray"

"Carona, are you from something?

"Well, it's hard to imagine a warcraft talking about, and shouldn't we still go get the demon atlas? If you give me 15 minutes, I'll be back."

"Hmm. Right."

If it's always the case, they bring demonic drawings held in a library or something and move on with the class while showing that page.

Then Fran removed the object from the dimensional storage.

"This"

"Also, maybe! Is that the Invisible Death scale?

"Mmm."

"Ho, is there anything else?

"Do you have it all?

"Why, all of it? Maybe you mean a whole Invisible Death!

"Hmm? There's two of them, right?

The moment Fran nodded, the old teacher shouted like he had gone mad.

"Uh-oh! Well, can you show me that? Huh? For the study of young people, sure!

Definitely for your own good, right?

"It's narrow here"

"Let's move! Let's go now! Everybody get ready to move! I'm going to the autopsy room.

Then we all moved to the autopsy room. Even on the road, it is a question attack from an old teacher.

The anatomy room that was thus reached was bigger than imagined and the ceiling was high. They're made big enough to dissect even large warcraft.

Moreover, floors and the like depict multiple auxiliary magic formations. Magic formations with a preservative effect that prevent you from missing the blood of a warcraft during an autopsy.

In the middle of that room, Fran took out the Invisible Death carcass. This one is still undamaged, one I put in place before training.

The carcass of a giant beast, 10 metres over, wrapped around his body with crystals as thick as columns, nails everyone's eyes with an overwhelming presence. Teachers and students had lost their words before the giant beast, whose marks of fierce struggle remained vivid.

Knowledge tells us that force is different when you can see it in front of you.

Some of the body fluids and guts are flowing off Invisible Death's body, emitting a strange odor. I couldn't be rotten because I was serving dimensional storage. Maybe it's the smell that this guy's gut or something originally has.

I just don't have any students who feel bad, smell or anything. Apparently, there have been results of autopsies and demolitions being carried out from time to time.

"I got it out, didn't I?

"Oh, oh... Wonderful...... As we all observe! There may never be another chance to see the Warcraft of Threat B so close together!

The old teacher, who shouted so, took the initiative himself and began to observe the remains of the Warcraft. Look at that. The students scatter around, too, and start sketching and stuff.

"Fran. Can you tell me about this warcraft?

"Can we, too?

It was the female students who led Carona who came closer.

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"Thank you"

"Then, from the one that was the most troublesome. This tail. There's a hole here. From here..."

"I see. -"

"And then this..."

"Well, that kind of ability..."

Hearing Fran's pale explanation, Carona and the others react to the exaggeration one way or another. Fran seems to be knocking on that reaction. For Fran, keep commenting on the rap.

The boys students who were watching such a thing also stepped closer to the Frans. And there are students out there who only ask questions at any given time. I guess he actually treated me and found that I didn't need to be more afraid of Fran than I needed to be.

We all hear Fran talk about how he fought the Invisible Death and how he struggled to hold it back.

Classes have taken the form of derailments, but has this further narrowed the distance between you and your classmates?