“The sword shouldn’t be wielded like that. Try this.”

Park Muyeol held a short wooden sword as he stood next to a young trainee and started a brilliant demonstration. The other trainees exclaimed at the sight. However, Park Muyeol’s expression was very complicated.

‘In this way, their skills won’t improve.’

The young people just stared and admired it. They seemed to have no interest in swordsmanship. In fact, it was virtual reality so it didn’t matter if they learned it but this made Park Muyeol frown.

‘I need to do something.’

The young people in front of him had no trigger right now. It would be nice if there was something to motivate them...

“Hey, Instructor Park Muyeol. You’re working hard.”

The one who spoke from behind him had a familiar face. Dark skin. A clean head where not a single hair could be seen. A long wooden rod on the man’s back. It was ‘Momori’ whom Park Muyeol had dueled with a few days ago. He looked around at the trainees and snorted.

“What brings you here?” Park Muyeol asked.

Momori wasn’t very happy with Park Muyeol’s appointment as a teacher. Maybe it was natural. It wasn’t the top that was shaved but...