Sorry for the late chapter boys and girls. I had planned to post weekly but because of some special circumstances I didn't have time to write anything and with nothing written then there's nothing to post. Fortunately that pressing matter has been resolved (for now) and I have presented to you a chapter that gives a more accurate tone on how this headcanon of mine will go. Either way thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave a like and a review! adios~
Ch. 3 The Black Wacks
He stared at the blackboard in front of him then to the white chalk on his right hand then back to the blackboard then back to the chalk. The mercenary repeated this task in confusion. He had always wondered what it was like to go to school. As a kid he only knew what was taught to him by his father and his men. Though now he had his wishes granted to him, the goddess had put a little twist to it. Now he's a professor.
The students stared at their statue-like professor, curious about the wonders he will teach for his first lesson. Some wonder if he will teach some sort of secret battle technique that he had developed over the years, perhaps a sure-fire strategy to turn the tides. Some whispered compliments about the charming new young professor to her friends. Others were either asleep or thinking of ways to blackmail the man in case this new professor would go against his soon-to-be empress. Still the students were only left to their imagination since the professor was still inside his own.
Bereto tried to think hard on what his father had taught him throughout his life. 'How about how to win in a battle of stamina when sieging a well-equipped castle' he thought. But no it was too advanced for the first day. 'How about how to hold a sword?' he thought again. But no this time it was too simple, he would bore his students. He believed these kids would already have sufficient basic combat knowledge. Then it hit him. He remembered the very first thing his father taught him. 'The basics of basics' his father used to say. He was taught that the flow of life itself is similar to this subject. A subject that dictates patience and willpower. A subject that can feed a man for his entire life.
Then with the confidence of a thousand suns he started writing on the blackboard. The vigor in which he was writing sent chills to his students' spines. Excitement and curiosity burst forth from the students. As he wrote the last letter with utter elegance he turned to his students and crossed his arms. The blackboard read:
"Fishing 101"