Chapter 15: Enjoyable Class Time

[What’s going on right now?]

[Surprise comeback broadcast 😂]

[Why is this person suddenly getting pummeled?]

[That combo is insane. Who’s her opponent?]

[Looks like a training room.]

[Sua, the new punching bag for combos.]

The viewers who tuned in after the broadcast started were puzzled.

The game was already in progress with no prior explanation, starkly contrasting Sua’s usual broadcasting style.

Normally, Sua would be responding to all these questions, but the current situation left her little room to do so.

“Stay focused.”

“Honestly, will this really improve my skills? Wouldn’t it be better to just practice my aim more?”

“You have to trust me completely.”

Wielding his sword, Mollru spoke in a manner that seemed straight out of a drama. Gritting her teeth, Sua parried the attack.

*Clang!*

With a sharp metallic sound, her body was pushed back.

She was lucky this time; her parry worked, something she could only manage one in every ten tries.

She still hadn’t fully grasped the timing. Keeping up with his swift swordplay was overwhelming.

When she first requested the training session, Mollru asked what she wanted to learn.

While her overall gaming skills needed improvement, Sua was interested in something specific.

She was captivated by Mollru’s use of his sniper and swordsman agents, which had practically become his signature picks.

Sua chose the swordsman.

It was a perfect plan on paper: improving her overall gameplay skills while expanding her range of agents.

But now, in practice, it wasn’t quite what she expected.

Still, she thought she had a decent understanding of the swordsman — and of *Agent of War* as a whole.

Things like skill mechanics, entry timing, strengths, and weaknesses of various agents were things she’d naturally picked up over years of playing the game.

She’d only played the swordsman a few times, but she was confident.

Watching Mollru play and facing him herself, her interest in the swordsman grew.

So she had told him she wanted to learn it.

However, as Mollru’s lesson progressed, she realized that her “understanding” and his were on completely different levels.

Even when he toyed with her and easily evaded her attacks, she could tell that Mollru was no ordinary player.

His knowledge covered not only the basic skills but also every distinct movement of the agent.

“The swordsman’s left dodge has a smaller movement range than the right dodge.

It also has a shorter motion. I think it’s because the character holds the sword in the right hand, which shifts the center of gravity.

In a way, it’s actually pretty well-researched for accuracy.”

“…How do you even know that?”

“I just picked it up along the way.”

Had he analyzed the game frame by frame or something?

[Crazy obscure tech 😂😂😂]

[Master Mollru is in session.]

[So that’s why he favors left dodges with the swordsman.]

[Is it even okay to teach this on stream?]

[Not like anyone can copy him anyway 😂]

[Is this a training stream?]

[Teaching stuff Sua won’t be able to use.]

[Not exactly teaching at Sua’s level.]

[Lol, come on, teacher, adjust to her level.]

The chat buzzed with comments about “obscure tech” and other remarks, but Mollru kept demonstrating how to use this knowledge effectively in real-time.

It could be said that these delicate details emerge when one’s understanding of an agent reaches its peak.

Sua squinted her eyes, focusing intently on the swordsman’s movements.

Now that she listened to Mollru’s explanation, she could see it too — the left dodge seemed to make the fabric flutter less, just as he said.

“I think I’m starting to see something…”

But actually using this in combat, recognizing such motions, and even coming up with this idea in the first place — she wasn’t confident she could.

How can he do all that?

Mollru moved gracefully before her, his body shifting here and there as training bots relentlessly attacked.

He dodged incoming projectiles with swift movements and parried the unavoidable ones.

His actions made him appear almost one with the swordsman.

Sua couldn’t say a word; all she could do was swing her sword toward Mollru with a sense of frustration.

“Your basic physical skills aren’t bad. It’s just that you’re losing in mind games.

Don’t get tricked by fakes; watch the opponent’s movements to the end before making your move.

And be aware of your opponent’s skill cooldowns, too.”

“Teacher, my head hurts…”

**<SwaswaSsak donated 1,000 KRW!>**

[Expecting too much from our “Potato Bronze” 😂]

She didn’t agree with being called a “Potato Bronze,” but it was true.

What diamond-ranked player plays like this? If there were, Sua thought, it’d have to be a smurf account.

There’s an old saying: “Geniuses can’t understand the ordinary.”

The things that geniuses see as “obvious” often elude others.

And if asked to explain, they tend to look at you strangely.

Mollru was a genius, but he wasn’t the best teacher.

From dragging her into a training session and calling it “instruction” to practically pummeling her as a teaching method, it was clear.

What kind of teacher teaches a student like this?

It was disappointing, but she chose to accept it.

She’d be satisfied that Mollru had accepted her apology, collaborated with her, and shared some of his viewers with her.

Sua told herself to be content with that.

What she didn’t realize, however, was that a change had already begun.

Humans naturally enjoy sharing what they know, and teaching, beyond mere talking, is enjoyable.

This educational broadcast was fun. Teaching someone — who would have thought it was this enjoyable?

And naturally, where there’s joy in teaching, there’s joy in learning.

Learning, too, is a pleasure rooted in human nature. And Sua was a student who was eager to learn, someone he could enjoy teaching.

“Could we take a break? It’s really exhausting.”

“We just took a break.”

“I… I really need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, let’s take ten minutes.”

She had a bit of a stamina issue, but understanding the student’s state was part of the teacher’s job, after all.

He stretched, turning his attention to the chat.

[Poor Sua 😢]

[Did Sua even do anything wrong?]

[Actually, she did, LOL.]

[It’s all settled now; stop badmouthing Sua.]

[Repeating lessons like this makes Sua anxious.]

[Teacher, please go easy on her!]

[Is this… teaching?]

[A lion throws its cubs off a cliff to make them strong. Teacher is making Sua a lion.]

[People just die when they fall off cliffs, though.]

[Looks more like he’s just beating her up.]

[Our violent teacher 😂]

The viewers in the chat were sympathizing with Sua and criticizing me, like parents watching a child’s education.

No matter how indifferent I was by nature, I couldn’t completely ignore their comments.

Could this be the hardship of being an educator?

I didn’t think there was anything wrong with my teaching method.

Sua was a talented student.

Mainly in physical aspects.

Her reflexes were quick, and her dynamic vision made it easy for her to grasp skill motions.

However, that also led to a rigid playstyle.

She’d attack, dodge if she could, or take hits when she couldn’t.

Her style was to go all-in when needed but be overly hesitant when it wasn’t necessary.

Maybe it was her impatient nature, but she often took unnecessary risks.

She would initiate fights even when there was no need to.

And while that sometimes led to her winning, it also meant that if she lost, she was done for.

It might’ve worked up until now, but it wouldn’t in higher tiers.

As you climb the ranks, there are more players with outstanding physical abilities.

There’s a proper method of training for such players.

Right now, I was in the process of unlearning all of Sua’s ingrained habits and returning her to a clean slate.

They say the best way to deal with a disobedient dog is to hit it with a stick.

So whenever bad habits surfaced, I’d knock her down to let her reset.

Not that I was calling her a dog, though.

In that process, I can confidently say I had no personal intentions.

I was just calmly following the process of fair training, like a machine…!

In truth, there was a small part of me that enjoyed it.

It was funny when Sua screamed in reaction every time she died.

It was also cute when she tried to fight back with her decent physical skills.

I wasn’t charging a fee for training, so I thought this much was fine.

With that in mind, I walked toward the trembling Sua.

“Oh, don’t come any closer, you monster!”

“Even I’d be hurt by that.”

“Ugh… I don’t want to anymore.”

Still, when I took an attack stance, she quickly raised her sword in response, which was impressive.

Cling—

A spark flew as our swords met.

It was a parry.

There was progress in her training.

I knew my methods weren’t wrong.

Sua, still dazed by her own actions, muttered while swinging her sword.

“Parrying… parrying? How did I…?”

“You get the timing after getting hit a few times, right?”

“Ah, well… I guess so.”

[This isn’t even a martial arts teacher, she just got hit and now she’s awakened?]

[Teacher’s a martial artist, you guys! 😂]

[It’s actually working 😂😂😂]

[Isn’t this just pure luck?]

Well, now that training was over, it was time for a real test.

“Shall we go for a ranked game now?”

“Finally…”

I could finally be free.

Muttering the same thing, Sua sounded a bit resentful, so I shot her a side glance.

But honestly, she enjoyed it too.