I Have All Job Class

Chapter 5

Morning came at the break of dawn. Arthas went towards his dorm and was sleepy and tired. His arms were shaking a bit and he massaged them to alleviate the stress on his muscles.

As for his knowledge of such ailments, he needs the skill "Minor heal" of Holy Knights Priests. It makes the muscles reattach after it was ripped apart from excessive training. He would need to invest in that skill in the future.

After he arrived in his dorm, he went to cook for himself. He purchased pork and made broth with it. Eating afterward.

He went to the dresser and dressed in his school uniform. White polo with the seal of the school on the chest. A black slack on the bottom then belted it.

He went outside with his backpack that was enchanted with "Deeper pockets" to have a greater amount of items to be put inside.

As he saw the school, it has majestic vibes rivaling the castles of kings. The architecture was top notch and it didn't lack when it comes to design. The walls here were painted white. Roofs were made of curved tiles and were painted in indigo. Flags of the kingdom were seen fluttering on the wind above the structures.

It was then, that he was grappled on his neck by someone.

"Who the?"

"Haha, it's me! Drey! Your best friend!"

"Oh, it's you, damn. I thought of gripping your arm and slamming you to the ground. Tsk, I should have done that," Arthas was sighing, he regretted not doing it.

"Haha, don't be so harsh. When will we get the first job class?" He asked him not expecting an answer.

"I don't know. But having all job classes is rather expensive and not cheap. You need a tantamount of money to purchase skill books." Arthas sighed, he has to work a lot to purchase skill books.

"Yeah, and you have the earth realm so good luck," he then made a thumbs up.

"Haha, you're kidding right?" Arthas was smirking and slightly annoyed.

They went to their rooms and took the class. Their teacher went inside and started the class. He was sir Edmund, a general trainer of the non-job-classed lessons.

They have general lessons for that day and in the afternoon, they have a practical lesson on martial arts. Arthas immediately met them, as his past life was and they were his friends that will help him.

They were the ones who will train them in the practical lesson. Fifteen of them were present and were the trainers despite them being first years.

They were called the "Elite Fifteen" of the school of each job class.

They were his past friends in his past life and it would help if they will become stronger. In defeating the enemies that their world has.

But if he can train them as early as now. They will have a chance. Although, befriending them as of now was impossible. He needs to be the level of being respectable. As of now, he was called the weakest of the academy. Making him sigh for a moment.

Defeating them in the practical lesson will give respect from them. And so he will give it a shot. Whether he will lose or not, he at least needs to surprise them.

They were all gathered and will duel one of them. Their teacher then gave his instructions and will duel them on the platform. Arthas then grabbed a wooden sword and prepared for battle.

His enemy was Roan, the Paladin warrior elite. He will have a huge chance of being defeated but it will be worth a shot. His physique stats were trifling as of now and he will suffer a great loss when his enemy will go all out. Such was in life but all were at stake here. He needs to get their respect to befriend them. They will have a greater chance to defeat the enemies with their help.

And so the two were on the platform. The other elites were cheering on Roan. A bad premonition for Arthas if he will be asked.

"Go, Roan! Beat him up!" Shouted Merlin, the Versatile Mage elite.

"Break his leg or something!" added Earl, the Dragon Knight elite. A shout everyone heard.

"Okay! Okay!" he replied, slightly annoyed. He didn't want to be told what to do.

Roan can only laugh at them. Arthas on the other hand was sweating. He knew pretty much how cruel Roan was when serious enough. It will be total devastation.

The two grabbed their wooden swords and faced each other. On the signal of sir Edmund, they dashed towards each other.

'Let's see how far will my 1 stat will take me,' Arthas said inwardly.

It was then Arthas slashed vertically. Sadly, a sluggish slash was made and his weapon was parried effortlessly. He strikes again but his swings were weightless and slow. It doesn't even carry a force if Roan will feel it.

"The heck, what is this? Is this a joke?" Roan shouted.

Arthas was already panting and he ran towards him and then slashed. Roan evaded with lifeless eyes and was sighing in the process. He then slashed back and Arthas' wooden sword was flung away.

"Oh sorry, I have to get my sword back," Arthas said then went for his sword.

"No! Just stay there and get beaten up. Well, get it! We don't have all day!" Roan shouted.

Arthas grabbed it and then Roan dashed towards him. He smacked the sword and Arthas' sword was flung again. Arthas then was slashed left and right with the sword and was down. Roan can only sigh as he walked away from him.

It was then, that he was grabbed to his feet by Arthas who was on the ground.

"Wait, I haven't surrendered yet," Arthas said while bloody in his mouth.

He then stomped his arms and spat on the floor.

"I disgust weakness the most," Roan muttered.

Arthas lifted his head and chuckled. He stood up and spat blood.

"It is because you are weak! Let me say this, you are elite but are the weakest of them all. And let me remind you this time around. That no matter how high you reach, you are only a frog on the well. You didn't reach guardian rank yet, yet you are behaving like this. I am disappointed with you," Arthas said to him while smirking.

"What I mean is you are trash among the trash. And your words don't weigh anything for being the weakest in the academy. Should I beat you up more?" he said with cold eyes.

He then smacked Arthas on the forehead with a downward vertical chop and was surprised. He caught the blades with his both hands. But still, it was enough to hit him and his forehead went bloody.

He pulled the sword but a grim smirk from Thurin was seen. It was like a glare of a monster. A predator, ready to pounce on the prey. Bloodlust was felt by all elites as well as the teachers present. A raging storm of emotion and it was the rage in its purest form.

"Remember this day. I will beat all the elites with all my job classes," Arthas said then snapped the sword in half.

'The heck? Where does his strength come from? Is he really 1 in strength?' Roan asked confused.

It was then, that all the elites in a twinkling of an eye went to defend Roan. Others drew their knives on his throat.

It was then Arthas chuckled and about-faced from them. He walked away then waved his hands then chuckled.

"I surrender!" he shouted.

It was an utter confusion to the spectators but all the elites felt like defending Roan. Or worst might befall upon him. It was then, that they saw the back of a mysterious but intriguing student. Respect was seen in their eyes. Although he lost, it was enough to earn their respect.

It was the first time that they saw such a student and their curiosity was triggered by such. They soon put their hands on their waist while watching him go away.