"Y-young master?"
"What?"
Ernesto proudly sat on his study table while waiting for his teacher to finish checking the quiz he had taken, but the teacher's expression didn't look good at all.
"Are you sure you are listening well to my lecture?" The teacher awkwardly slid the paper closer to Ernesto and showed the large zero score on his test.
He frowned and asked, "Are you sure you're teaching well?"
"B-but, young master, I have only taught you the basics. How can we move on if you can't even get the basics of algebra?"
"W-who cares about math? You can't even kill someone while thinking about variables like x, y, and z. Do I even have to calculate the distance of my enemy's attack with distance equals speed times time? You will die first before you will see the calculation! It's all about reflexes and instinct!"
"Young master, we are not preparing for war, we are preparing for an admissions test."
