Almark felt only one of everyone's gazes: a heterogeneous, terribly cold, murderous gaze.
It's Wallis. Away from the wheel, staring at Almark.
Why should I be so hostile to an honorary class member I've never even spoken to? Almark had no idea.
"All right, that's it"
Bowen finally came in, who was silently watching what happened.
"Torque, Almark, don't make class a place for a duel. Torque, you're not hurt."
Torque nods silently. Bowen put up a voice that often passed toward everyone.
"Listen up, everyone. Now is only one subject of upbringing, but once, in times of war, martial arts were of paramount importance. There were times when sword arms were more important than letters could be read."
Bowen adds that I wasn't even born that long ago.
"Martial arts is not a dance. Its essence is how skillfully it hurts the opponent and quickly leads to death. No matter how many times diverge from war, it doesn't change."
Everyone quietly listens to Bowen, as the hustle and bustle just now is a lie.
Bowen looked at the torque.
"So it's not a mistake to have the temper to knock your opponent down during an audition. Rather, I can even say that martial arts cannot be established without that temper. Therefore, Torque, your temper is correct."
Unexpectedly praised, Torque looked badly. Bowen continues.
"But you hated in that temper. Fighting and hatred are not synonymous. Martial arts do everything in their power to defeat each other, but there must be respect for them there. Torque, what you lack is a heart that respects the other person. Without it, be it martial arts or sorcery, you will not be able to begin with the mere skill and never approach its essence. Save it."
"... Yes"
Torque nagged.
"Well, Almark"
Called in by Bowen, Almark raised his face.
"You've rigged the torque."
"... Yes"
Almark nodded honestly.
"I don't know what happened between you and Torque. But you trapped, provoked, and tried to get what you wanted against someone with far less strength. Call it despicable."
Bowen looked to Almark with harsh eyes.
"The vility that sets classmates in traps and humiliates them is speechless. Save it."
"... Yes"
Listening to Almark's reply, Bowen softened his expression all the time.
"But everything has a motive, a purpose. Almark, I'm glad to hear that."
To the unexpected word, Almark saw Bowen.
"You're absolutely right. I will not tolerate anyone in this academy who says," What about nobles, what about civilians? "
Bowen looks around everyone's face and then turns his gaze back on Almark.
"You did the wrong thing this time, but the purpose was right. Therefore, let us forgive that despicability only this time."
"... thank you"
As Almark bowed his head, Bowen laughed and added.
"But the most forgiving thing about me is that you chose my classes on stage that you rarely bothered to do. Resolve your class rubbing in your teacher Feer's class. This is the most sinful. So, Almark, I'm ordering you to clean up your martial arts class for a year this year."
When class was over and Almark just started his first job on cleanup duty, Wendy began to help without saying anything. Morgen and Nelson imitate that too.
"Come on, if we all help each other, we'll be punished."
Bowen, who was laughing bitterly and watching it, accidentally looked harsh, leaning over to Almark and whispering.
"Almark, go to the Dean's Office after school today."