"This is… your fault," Kōya said as he massaged his head with a wince. Taking a straight punch from a red-liner was pure hell, even if Tetsuya had held back.
Renji had it worse… he was laid across the ground like a corpse with saliva bubbling out of his mouth.
He'd gotten hit in the stomach and looked ready to meet his ancestors.
"Now… this is the major focus of the Magic Weapons Class," Tetsuya announced while folding his muscular arms. "Take a weapon from this rack that you like and would want to use. Pick what suits you, and then you shall spar with a partner. After that, I will teach you how to properly use your weapons based on your performance."
He gestured to the shelves with a sweep of his hand.
"Don't worry… none of those weapons are those deceptive swords or katanas."
The students approached the long shelves cautiously, and Renji sat up with a pale face, still clutching his stomach. The professor glared directly at the two troublemakers.
