The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 245 In dire straits
When the academy bell rang and Ms. Amisa said "get out of class dismissed," the little witches felt a sense of relief, as if they had escaped a disaster.

Ms. Amisha flew away on her broom in a flash, and the terrifying water balloon disappeared with her.

The little witches suddenly relaxed, almost unable to stand, and after managing to huddle together, they collapsed onto the ground.

"This isn't class, it's like we're running for our lives!" Vasita said angrily.

This sentence resonated deeply with the other little witches.

"My legs are still shaking!" Sylph said, still shaken. "Being chased couldn't have been worse!"

Moran wholeheartedly agreed: "I thought this combat class would teach some fist and foot techniques and fighting moves! I didn't expect it to be taught like this... But it's quite suitable. In a month, you won't learn anything else, so it's better to do this kind of special training, which will yield greater results."

However, her plan to finish the course ahead of schedule fell through.

She has been taking this class for a full month.

"What did you gain? The gains from dodging the water sphere?" Ais asked, puzzled. Although the potion mixed in the water sphere had healed her injuries, the previous embarrassment and pain were deeply etched in her heart.

The thought of having to suffer like this for another month made her want to give up.

She's too afraid of pain.

"These water balloons are the magic and swords that will come at us in the future. We not only need to be able to fight, but also learn to run. We also need to learn some counterattack methods other than magic. These water balloons are perfect practice targets!"

Moran said, weighing the butcher knife in her hand: "After this lesson, I feel like I've become much more proficient with it. Maybe it will come in handy in the future..."

They all took magic classes together, so which little witch didn't recognize Moran's knife? They also had a similar weapon that they often used to practice sharpening spells.

However, they were already struggling to cope with the water polo. Under those circumstances, no one had the mind to think about what this class could bring them. Some of them didn't even quite understand what Ms. Amisha had said before the training started, let alone take the initiative to hone their skills in class.

However, the little witches are not stupid, nor are they spoiled and unable to endure hardship.

From a young age, they know that their parents and family are only their support in childhood. The clan academy will also teach them how to protect themselves. After graduating at the age of eighteen, they will have to rely on themselves for everything.

They studied witch history and continental history for a year in first grade, and this year they have been learning about wilderness survival. They know how dangerous the outside world is and how difficult it is to survive alone.

Since it concerned her own life, no little witch could be indifferent. After listening to Moran's words, she also began to think about it silently.

Since this lesson is inevitable and the suffering is unavoidable, why not adjust your mindset and gain some benefits from it?

Cheryl, recalling Moran's experience during her alchemy class, couldn't help but ask for his advice:
"Moran, you know the most and think further ahead than us. What do you think we should do now to make better use of this class?"

“Go to the library and find a book on systematically learning weapon skills! It might be helpful,” Moran said. “This is a great sparring opportunity. We don’t need to learn anything amazing, just be able to hit the vital points at crucial moments.”

The little witches took her advice and went to the library that night to copy a book that matched the weapon they had chosen, and then began to read it.

They found the moves awkward and clumsy when they tried to imitate them, but some of the techniques they learned were quite helpful.

The next afternoon, Amisha set off early for class, intending to catch the little witch who was late.

As is customary in previous years, combat skills class is the class with the lowest attendance and the highest tardiness rate among the little witches.

When Amisha arrived at the training ground, she was incredulous to see that all twenty-seven little witches were there!
There are still three minutes before class starts!
Amisha was surprised, but her face remained calm: "Same as always, hand in your broom and wand!" The broom was already on the only broomstick on the field, and as for the wand, Moran pointed to the broomstick as well: "It's in my bag!"

The other little witches were the same.

Nowadays, when people go out, they are used to carrying a small bag containing paper and pens, cards, a magic wand, a water bottle, and snacks.

Amisha raised an eyebrow. So proactive?

She took out her large wand, intending to use magic to envelop the mass and prevent it from being affected by the upcoming "battle," when she saw the little witches scatter and run away.

He's not the same as he was yesterday, empty-handed.

People were carrying butcher knives, kitchen knives, daggers—all sorts of weapons were present.

"No, I haven't released the water balloon yet!" A big question mark slowly rose in Amisha's mind.

The little witches were so proactive that they made her, the headmistress, feel overwhelmed.

"Dean! Where's the water balloon?" Vasita urged anxiously, eager to test out the one-hit kill technique she had learned from the book last night!

"Huh? You're urging me on now?" Amisha was too lazy to announce the start of training step by step, so she directly sent a large number of water balloons to the little witches.

Each little witch was pursued and attacked by water spheres that were slightly beyond her own capabilities.

The knowledge in books is not so easy to apply skillfully, especially fighting techniques.

Even a night of cramming wasn't enough for the little witches to cope with the ever-increasing difficulty of their training.

They quickly found themselves in the same passive situation as yesterday, struggling to endure the relentless beating from the water balloons.

After a while, Amisha smiled as she watched the little witches running around in pain, waving their knives.

This is the kind of teaching effect she's used to!

Aside from one person, she seemed a bit too at ease, but it didn't matter. In the blink of an eye, Amisha added a few more water balloons to that purple figure.

Moran, who had just thought she could handle things, was then beaten up again: "..."

Her number of water balloons has surpassed that of Vasita!
The dean is so thoughtful!
Moran glanced up at the sky for a moment, and was hit by a water ball for it.

"Hahaha!" Amisha laughed without holding back.

In this situation, it would be a shame not to celebrate with a couple of small cakes.

The little witches were in dire straits, while their beloved headmistress, as if on a spring outing, ate little cakes.

Moran even recognized it; it was a matcha mini cake sold in the card shop.

When get out of class ended, the little witches felt reborn, while their unreliable headmistress was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

(End of this chapter)