A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 442 The Beginning of Something Powerful - Part 6

He wished that he'd shared the same thing. There were more than a few elements of his training that he wasn't sure how to improve more than his current state.

He nodded to them, satisfied that the deal had concluded, and then proceeded to jog to his next lesson.

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The Medical Professor was not pleased to see him again so soon. The last trickle of students had just arrived by the time he got in, and the girls turned their heads in surprise at his arrival. He saw more than one of them blush, as he met their eyes. An odd reaction, but a reaction that he ignored.

"You should be resting," the man said gruffly.

"I have already missed three years of education, professor. I don't think I can't afford to skip any more," Oliver said, doing his best to appear humble.

The man grunted. "The wounds on your back?"

"Bandaged, and they've stopped bleeding. I expect they will be fine soon enough," Oliver said.

"Unlikely, with the way that you've been pushing yourself," the professor said. "Sit. It's time to begin."

Class that day was not another lecture, as Oliver had expected. Instead, the professor led them to the Green Castle, where he was surprised to find a rather active hospital. There were several wards in it, with everything from the goriest of injuries, to patients that seemed as though they were perfectly fine.

He delivered two stitches, before she sighed and took the needle from him. "Your stitches are looping. You need to be neater," she chided. The professor happened to pass as she said that.

"You let him have a go?" He asked. The girl nodded, and pointed to Oliver's section. The professor grunted, almost smiling. "Well, I'll be damned... To see the son of Dominus working his hand at stitching..."

He made no comment on their quality, and simply walked away.

"The professor likes you," the girl said, unable to hide her jealousy. "And he doesn't like anyone. How did you manage it?"

"A winning smile and natural charm?" Oliver said with his best smile, wondering if he could elicit one from the girl in return. She gave him a disgusted look in reply, and went back to finishing the stitching.

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His next lecture was in archery. Another outdoor event, despite the cold. Naturally, as Oliver chose his seven classes, he'd heavily leaned towards the more combat-oriented of them. Amongst swordsmanship – which he'd now been banned from, and needed to replace with something else – he'd chosen archery, universal close combat training, and physical enhancement.

After his time with Heathclaw, he wasn't expecting much out of either of them.

A stern tall woman lectured at the front of the class, a bow slung over her shoulder. In her black-boiled leather, she looked like a panther had taken human form. The way she walked, with each foot placed down carefully, the epitome of balance, it was clear that she was a hunter of some sort.

'Nila would have liked her,' Oliver thought as she spoke. He'd been given a training bow, and a quiver with some arrows.