A group of students stood in a training hall before a battle ring. A middle-aged man was teaching them.
He had a good physique for a swordsman; he had muscles, but they didn't make him bulky. He was addressing the group of students before him.
His black hair was tied back in a ponytail, while his sharp gray eyes fixed on the audience.
A group of fifty students was before him, primarily boys. This was the first batch of new students to join the university.
"Welcome to the PvP fighting class. It was canceled the previous week due to an emergency. I will compensate for it by extending this call to two hours." He said.
"Everyone, focus now. I will teach you the basics, but you should always remember them."
"The first lesson is finding rhythm," he said. The students were confused. What was he talking about? They have joined fighting class, not music class.
