Chapter 27 - Head Spinning Day (1/2)

Sigh

Simon left the room feeling much better than when he came in. His body felt extremely comfortable and relaxed, lacking any aches and pain he may have felt from anything in general. He even though that he could run for ever without stopping to rest.

'I want to sleep, it's not even 4' yet. Sure I have the energy, but I just want to lie down right now on a soft and comfy bed. It just feels like what I should do.'

<ATTENTION>

An incredibly loud voice came booming from every speaker in the building.

<Students, James House, Sienna Fey, Mark Hale, Simon Grey, Samantha Jin, Tyrone Johnson, Michelle Fey, please report to Auditorium 1>

Tsk

'Eh, I knew something like this might happen eventually, it's kinda cliche, but I wrote about this kind of thing happening a lot in my novel. Shame I don't have an extra body, would've been amazing.'

'Maybe if I had invisibility, I could leave this room without being spotted.'

'Tsk. Which one do I come as? Simon or Peter? I know! I'll flip a coin!'

Simon took out an ornate coin from his pocket, he didn't know where it came from, but it was a coin.

'Damn, I am lucky today!'

FLICK

TING

[Gift used: Masterclass]

'Wait, what?'

Simon felt an extremely peculiar feeling throughout his entire being, as if a he was falling through the air. But there was no resistance in the plane he witnessed, only emptiness; a void. The same feeling he had in death.

”Creator~” A whispering voice echoed.

Simon felt chills going down his spine, but quickly recovered.

”Who are you?” Simon asked.

”I am one of no meaning compared to Creator~”

”I am but a servant that is referred to as Allfather~”

”I sensed the Creator's divine presence in this world and used my power to request the world an audience with thee.”

”What? Really?” Simon asked in a dazed expression.

”HELL NO! I am just a coach, bro. The Systos Assigned me to help you out with your poor foundations. I mean serious, your skill is f**king wack! You can't even parry properly.” The voice explained.

”Ehh? Why did you go in such a roundabout way? And I know my combat skills suck.”

”You are the equivalent of a toddler with superhuman stats. You can attack, but not efficiently. You can block, but not counter. You need to learn these techniques if you want to thrive.”

”Those sword skills aren't the only ones you're lacking, pfft!”

”Wah?”

”Nothing.”

”So do you want to improve? I mean, even a toddler can pull the trigger, but can it use the safety and aim?”

”Sure, sure...” Simon murmured.

”ALRIGHT! Let's get straight into it!.”

POOF

Gravity turned back to normal as a flat surface appeared from beneath Simon's feet. A thin figured Metallic humanoid was standing at the other end of the platform, in a frozen position. It held what seemed to be two matching daggers and a single longsword strapped to its waist. A red gleam emanating from its head, inspiring fear in any normal man if one was around. Simon held still, silently summoning his non-physical daggers.

”Test 1: The art of the assault”

”You will learn in a practical manner, how to launch an unending blade storm on your opponent.”