Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Chapter 159: Choices [III]

Chapter 159: Choices [III]

The next day…

It was time for my final class before the weekend — Advance Combat Mechanics.

Half of the first-year batch — all the Cadets who had chosen this course as their last class of the day — stood in one of the training fields surrounding the Apex Tower.

Standing before us was a tall man with an air of brutal authority shrouding him.

He had a small moustache and judging by his receding hairline, he'd go bald in just a few months.

Yet, his physique was commendable. And his presence was sharper than a veteran soldier who had survived a hundred wars.

That was Instructor Kain Reichardt.

Our Physical Conditioning coach, and a sadist who the Academy thought would be best suited to guide us in the art of combat as well.

Because why not?

Why shouldn't a deranged psycho like him, someone who enjoyed tormenting helpless teenagers in the name of training, get to teach two classes to the freshmen?

Yeah, that was totally a sound decision.

Instructor Kain's gaze swept over the gathered Cadets.

His hardened expression was one of perpetual disappointment, as if we'd already failed before even starting.

"Can anyone tell me," he began, voice cold and clipped, "what the most important factor in a fight is?"

Silence.

A few Cadets glanced at each other, some hesitating to speak, others way too wary of giving the wrong answer.

Instructor Reichardt sighed, shaking his head in disgust.

"Pathetic. You're all here to learn combat, yet none of you even have an opinion?" His eyes landed on a boy near the front — one of the more studious types. "Cadet, enlighten us."

The boy straightened under the scrutiny. "Strength, sir?"

Kain's lips curled into a humorless smirk. "Strength is important. But strength alone won't save you when you're outmatched."

Another Cadet raised a hand hesitantly. "Is it technique?"

"Better," Kain allowed, "but still wrong."

Then, he began to pace before us. His boots struck the concrete floor in slow steps. "Speed, endurance, intelligence, instincts — these are all valuable. But none of them matter if you don't have this."

He stopped suddenly and looked at us.

"Control."