The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 246 Combat Class Ends

"It's either running away or getting attacked. Just when we manage to hold on, new water spheres join the fray! It's awful!" Vasita was filled with despair today.

Moran finally understood: "Ms. Amisha will keep increasing the difficulty according to our abilities. This class will definitely not be easy for us. Everyone should be prepared."

The little witches cried out in distress, "But it really hurts!"

"That's not all!" Moran thought to herself.

She discovered today that the pain of being hit by a water balloon is not always the same.

She managed to endure the pain without screaming or panicking, and she soon discovered that touching it felt like being punched by a water balloon, as if there were invisible thorns, or like being stabbed in the body with an awl—a different kind of pain.

She endured it for a long time, but still couldn't fully adapt.

The thought of being beaten by such an ever-advancing water ball for a month made even her scalp tingle.

If she hadn't felt that her pain tolerance, fighting skills, escape ability, and ability to use a short knife had all improved significantly in just two short lessons, she might not have been able to persevere.

The military training on Earth is less than one ten-thousandth of what's required.

Putting aside the difficulty of the training programs, military training is at least group-based, with people accompanying each other. However, in combat training, although everyone is on the same training ground, they can't cooperate at all. At most, when they are in pain and want to give up, they can only find some comfort in seeing their teammates in the same predicament.

Witches rarely band together for mutual support, as can be seen from their teaching methods at the academy.

Witches are naturally friendly, especially towards their companions. Logically, they should be a greater force when united, but witches never specifically train in group combat skills. What they learn is always how to survive without relying on others.

Independence and freedom were the witch's lifelong pursuit.

I am willing to make any effort for this.

That's why the little witches persevered through the grueling combat lessons, simply because they were genuinely beneficial to them.

From a flat field covered with gravel to an undulating rocky area and a complex grove of trees, the number of water polo balls and the variety of attack patterns are changing, and so is the training ground.

A month can feel like a long time, but it just passed by in the blink of an eye.

When Ms. Amisha announced that the fighting class was officially over, the little witches felt as if they had been in a dream. After the cheers, they were not as happy as they had imagined.

"It's strange! I couldn't wait for this class to end, but now that it's really over, I'm not so happy anymore. I'm even a little reluctant to let it go?"

Vasita said with a strange look on her face.

Sylph stroked her chin: "Could it be that we've developed feelings for each other after being beaten up by the water balloon?"

"I don't want to get beaten up again!" Ais said quickly. "The water ball's punches are getting more and more painful. I think I could endure the torture for a while even if I ended up in a mage's laboratory from hundreds of years ago."

"This class was tough, but the results were remarkable! At least now, everyone's escape skills are top-notch, their concentration has improved, casting spells while running shouldn't be a problem, and they can even practice with their handy weapons, right?"

Moran said, "We'll probably never have such a thrilling yet safe training opportunity again. Looking back, it's naturally hard to say goodbye."

“对对对！不是爱上了被揍，是爱上了获得力量的感觉！”瓦西妲总算觉得舒坦了。

She wasn't injured by the beating; she just felt so good about making progress.

"We've finished the combat training, but we can't neglect this aspect of our training, otherwise we'll revert to our old ways over time." Moran reminded everyone: "Third and fourth graders will explore the inner area, and fifth graders will undergo survival trials in the outer area. These might come in handy."

“But now, without the Dean’s water polo, how are we supposed to train on our own?” Sylph asked.

"How about we set aside some time each week to spar together? Since we don't have water balloons anymore, each of us can be a water balloon! As for safety, the guardian deans are watching us! And since we don't use magic, the damage is limited," Moran suggested. If it weren't for the fact that most of the little witches hadn't yet delved into magic, Moran would have even considered adding magical battles to the mix.

Training puppets is ultimately too rigid.

"This is interesting!"

The little witches immediately agreed that after the magic Q&A session every Friday, they would spar for an hour in the training ground to continue practicing their fighting skills.

As for the training method, it was mainly provided by Moran, and it was very simple: the ultimate goal was to defeat the other little witches.

The first sparring session took place on the very first day after the combat training course ended.

The training ground is an open-air training ground in a wooded area that everyone is familiar with.

The little witches placed their brooms and wands at the edge of the training ground and then called out in unison to their guardian dean.

"Dean, Dean! Are you watching?"

"If anything happens later, please take me to the infirmary!"

"Dean! Unless my life is in danger and I'm begging for help, please don't intervene!"

"We're starting in five minutes!"

……

In the Dean's lounge, twenty-seven guardian deans sat together, each with a light screen in front of them reflecting the little witch they were protecting.

"They're really daring, using bloodshed as a sign of elimination! Aren't they afraid of losing their lives by accident!"

"Looking at them like this, who would have thought that just a month ago, they would scream as soon as they were hit by a water balloon!"

"It's already quite remarkable that they can organize training on their own initiative. Isn't that what we're responsible for?"

"Let them handle the minor injuries themselves. We'll only step in if things get really bad. We can't let them lose their lives!"

……

Although the workload of the deans has increased, they are happy to see it happen.

"You guys just focus on training! We've got you covered!"

With the Dean's representative speaking, the little witches' last shred of concern vanished.

One by one, they took out their weapons and disappeared into the woods.

One of their biggest takeaways from this month was how to use the terrain to evade and pursue the enemy.

Only Moran remained standing still, waiting silently.

By the end of her combat class, she had already faced forty water balloons by herself, far surpassing the other little witches.

If today's training session were a chase, she would be the biggest killer; there's no need to hide, just go for it.

Five minutes later, the training officially began.