"Well, it looks like everyone's ready. Is that brat in good condition too? I don't want any excuses about feeling sick later, so you can change to another day if you want."
"...I'm going to kill you, no matter what!"
I led the students of Class B to the training grounds. I also brought back the brats who had finished receiving treatment in the infirmary.
This is a good opportunity for them to realize their own limitations. That brat named Gale glared at me with a murderous gaze.
"However, the training grounds have become quite impressive since I was here. The pain is cut by 90%... back in my day, it was only cut by about 70%. I miss that Spartan teacher who said that experiencing pain leads to greater growth."
Special magical tools are used within this training ground to prevent injuries. In exchange, those who take damage bear the pain. The magical tool technology has advanced since my time, and now it apparently suppresses pain to one-tenth of its original intensity.
This special magical tool uses highly advanced technology, rare and expensive materials, and has very high maintenance costs.
I once thought it would be amazing if I could deploy this function around myself at all times, but I realized it was impossible as soon as I understood the mechanism.
"...Teacher Geek, you were a graduate of this academy?"
"Ah, it was more than 10 years ago."
"More than 10 years... Indeed, back then, you couldn't enroll with money, so you must have the ability, Teacher Geek."
"......"
The way you put it makes it sound like you *can* enroll with money now...
Anon would never allow such backdoor admissions, but she only became the principal of this academy this year. Perhaps there really *were* backdoor admissions until then. Not only the quality of teachers but also the quality of students has declined.
Incidentally, most of the teachers who were at this academy when I was there are gone. When I asked Anon, she said there was a major educational reform and many teachers were replaced, but that's definitely what's caused this academy to rot...
"Um, Teacher Geek, are you really going to participate in the mock battle in that outfit? From what I can see, that lab coat looks like normal clothes."
"Ah, there's no problem with this. This lab coat is my combat uniform. Frankly, if you reinforce any clothing with magic, it becomes combat attire. I don't think it's necessary this time, though."
My attire is a dress shirt, tie, and a lab coat. I consider the lab coat, the symbol of medical professionals and researchers, to be my combat uniform. It is only when clad in this clean lab coat that I can truly immerse myself in research.
Incidentally, the uniforms and robes of the students at this academy have built-in physical and magical resistance. Even within this training ground, clothes won't get damaged, but clothing and armor affect the pain feedback.
Well, since I don't intend to take any damage, my clothes don't really matter.
"...Tch, you're underestimating us!"
"Lord Gale, let's show him a painful lesson."
The brat curses. Well, I said that knowing it would provoke him a bit.
The other students are also visibly annoyed. From my perspective, it's better if they come at me with their full power, so I can accurately assess their abilities.
Speaking of which, Defensive Magic class is an important subject that teaches how to protect oneself and techniques for fighting monsters and other people. Personally, I believe it's a vital ability to protect oneself, and it shouldn't have been left to incompetent teachers.
"Since time is precious, let's start quickly. The rule is: once the starting signal is given, you can use any means to incapacitate your opponent, and the match ends. I believe a signal sounds when you receive disabling damage, right?"
"Yes. A buzzer will sound, and your registered lamp will turn off, signifying you are incapacitated."
"It seems that part hasn't changed. Well then, first, I'll enter the field..."
As I stepped onto the training field, the leftmost red lamp at the top of the arena lit up. Each time a new person enters the field, the adjacent lamp lights up, and when disabling damage is received, the corresponding lamp goes out.
"Who's first? Will it be Cyril?"
"Yes. It was my suggestion, so I will—"
"Get out of the way, Cyril! I'll go first!"
"......"
"What, do you have a problem with me, from the Earl Carlisle family?"
"...No, rather, I will yield to you."
As Cyril was about to step onto the field, the brat pushed her aside and entered.
I really wonder how much this brat has been coddled growing up... I'd like to see their parents' faces.
"Alright, then you're first. The two of you over there, come up as well. I'll fight all three of you at once."
"Wh-what!?"
"Three at once!?"
"...You dare to underestimate us this much?"
As I pointed to his two cronies, a murmur went through the crowd.
"I'm not underestimating you. I'll have three students come at me at a time. You're the ones who are underestimating me too much. Think carefully about what I said and the meaning of the reflection magic I used earlier."
Their faces are red with anger, but I'm not trying to provoke them this time.
While I am a researcher, I also hold the title of Grand Sage.
Fighting them all at once would be no problem, but this time, I also want to assess the students' magical prowess, so I've decided on three at a time.