Reincarnated as an Instructor in an Adult Game

The fast reversal produced from the longsword’s lightness; while concentrating on deflecting with almost no interval, a magic attack flew.

Because the longsword is light he operates it with one hand, so the moment a gap is shown he flies a fireball with the free hand—that’s Blogger’s fighting style.

…He’s holding back with this, so it makes me laugh.

While avoiding the fireballs and deflecting the longsword, I gradually, truly little by little closed the distance.

“Jack of all trades… do you remember I said that to Raide?”

“Ah, I remember.”

“Your shield usage is sloppy. Facing me with a hastily learned technique…”

“Haa haa, that’s right, but may I say one thing?”

“…What is it…!?”

“Where are you looking, Blogger?”

I closed in to Blogger’s side and swung my right fist toward his face.

But as expected of Blogger, though flustered he blocked with the hilt part of the longsword.

Without pursuing I backstepped to a distance the longsword couldn’t reach, and while regulating my breath I raised the corner of my mouth and smiled at Blogger who was looking at me suspiciously.

You’re flustered. How is the sensation of a skill you’ve never seen?

Regulating my breath I approached again, and the same as before the first move was a horizontal sweep attacking.

The attacks were faster than before, so it seems he became a little serious… but.

Blogger attacked the empty space beside me, so aiming at that gap I closed in again and swung my right fist.

But this too was blocked by the sword hilt.

…Difficult and the defense is hard—this is tough.

“Guh? …What are you doing?”

“Haha! If I said that it wouldn’t be an exam, right?”

“That’s true… then!”

Perhaps becoming a little serious, he approached in an instant toward me who had backstepped to take distance.

The approaching Blogger swung the longsword down—toward my side.

Not missing that gap I put a kick into his abdomen, but again it was blocked by the sword hilt.

“Is it a clone skill?”

“…Who knows. More than that, have you noticed? That you’re smiling.”

’Fufu, because it’s been a while.”

“Oops, I suppose so!”

While cursing “this battle-lover” in my heart I deflected the attacks of Blogger who was laughing happily.

I was somehow deflecting the consecutive attacks that were gradually becoming faster.

With the speed raised this much I can’t approach… then I’ll borrow the research team’s power.

Selecting one blow from the consecutive attacks I received it with the shield and poured magic power; then Blogger looked down at his own longsword as if surprised.

In that gap I released a skill then approached and put in a kick, but it was blocked at the last moment… close.

The material of Blogger’s longsword uses rare ore, but it has the property that weight is added by pouring magic power.

In the game there was no operation of pouring magic power, so even if the research team unraveled the ore’s property there was no scene to use it.

But in this world that is reality one can pour magic power, and can temporarily make the longsword heavy.

Unusually for the belligerent Blogger he stepped back to take distance from me.

Not missing that I stepped in for an instant as if circling to the right, then put force into my legs to circle to the left.

As expected, perhaps lured by ’Feint’, Blogger slashed horizontally to the right, but I wasn’t there.

Closing in I swung my right fist toward his face but it was blocked by the hilt; continuing I delivered a kick to the abdomen and for the first time an attack landed.

But the sensation was shallow—probably he flew backward the instant the attack landed.

Blogger, pressing his abdomen with his free hand, looked at me a little regretfully and smiled.

“It’s been a while. Receiving a blow.”

“If you had gone all-out from the beginning I wouldn’t have fought this well. …So, I landed a blow—is the exam over?”

“…It can’t be helped. Let’s end it.”

Blogger let out a sigh as if lingering and stored the longsword in the magic bag; looking at that I smiled wryly.

Either way if the mock battle dragged on like this Blogger would have used skills.

If skills are used the current me has no way to deal with them—in other words this is truly as far as it goes.

I removed the shield from my left hand, approached Blogger, handed over the shield while smiling and said,

“It’s late to say, but about the proficient weapon or rather mastery… the highest is unarmed combat.”

“I had heard you don’t use weapons… haa, shall I also study again?”

“Even more?”

“I received a blow, you know? This is clear negligence—I can’t stand how pathetic I am.”

To Blogger who started giving off an atmosphere as if seriously depressed, I hurriedly invited him to Rude Tavern as thanks for today.

I understand the feeling but showing the guild master’s depressed figure is as expected bad…

While returning to the students together I continued encouraging Blogger.

What is that…

Roy involuntarily gripped the clothes of Rushi who was pressed close beside him.

The teacher appeared as two and the guild master slashed one, but like an illusion the teacher wasn’t there.

It’s not a clone skill—Roy including the students were made to study skills so they know.

But what is that skill? The teacher should have said he only holds the skill [Feint].

The teacher doesn’t lie, so that is [Feint].

But… impossible, I’ve never heard or seen a [Feint] that generates illusions.

“Hey, does Raide have a clone skill?”

“…Hilbyid? No, we’ve been taught that the only skill the teacher holds is [Feint].”

“[Feint]? That’s…?”

Hilbyid had moved beside Roy before I knew it and asked without taking his eyes off the battle between the guild master and the teacher.

Hearing the answer Hilbyid furrowed his brows and gave off an atmosphere as if saying he couldn’t believe it.

From Roy and the students’ perspective they understood Hilbyid’s feelings all too well, and at the same time they were proud.

Their own teacher was having an incredible battle against the guild master—there shouldn’t be a student who wouldn’t feel proud that this person is their teacher.

However, only Roy felt a little frustrated.

From watching the battle he understood that in mock battles with them the teacher had been holding back considerably.

“…You’re blessed with a good teacher—I’m envious.”

“Hilbyid…”

When Hilbyid muttered that he floated a slightly lonely smile, glanced at Roy, then returned to the princesses.

Yes we’re blessed, so I have to turn it into a chance or it would be rude to the teacher.

When Roy steeled himself like that Rushi gently gripped his hand and smiled.

Roy who smiled back at Rushi began watching the teacher’s battle as if burning it into his eyes.