When people mention "classroom," what comes to mind?
Perhaps lecturers with thick glasses exuding an air of age, blackboards filled with knowledge, students either paying attention or horsing around?
Gapar suddenly remembered the days when he trained in the swordsmanship classroom with his peers during his childhood. There wasn't a blackboard there, just a brawny instructor and endless wooden stakes to hack at.
Apart from sword practice, his favorite thing was to sneak peeks at the only female student in the classroom before quickly turning away to resume training when she noticed.
Was that his first love? Back then, he even thought about confessing to her after becoming the top student in their period.
Unfortunately, the girl died one night after falling down the stairs, and his first love ended before it even began.
How could the female student, having always been adept in swordsmanship among her peers, have fallen down the stairs to her death...
