Warlock of War: My Ares System

Let's see… four… five… that should be doable. Well, let's just wait for the supervisor to take command.

"You noticed it as well?" Cy asked as he readied his spear behind him, but for the first time in a while, I noticed he was sweating… like a lot.

It was a bit hard to believe knowing this was Cy, but I guess feeling actual killing intent rather than unmotivated bloodlust will change something within you.

"Everyone group together!" The teacher shouted upon noticing everybody beginning to gradually grow more nervous.

This is quite amusing… all these kids who thought they were the shit are now shitting themselves from just a few D-rank monsters.

Well, not that I can talk as I've only fought up to C-rank... But, let me have my fun.

"The monsters are here. I will instruct which trio goes up first, and if things ever go terribly wrong, I'll step in. But, don't think I'll help you if the wolf pounces on you due to your mistake," The teacher instructed in a cold voice in order to help determine the kids a bit more.

"Ma'am, what if one of us gets severely injured. Will you be willing to take full responsibility?" One of the kids asks, and a few other kids back him up.

They all thought this was unreasonable, but I guess they weren't as smart as I thought.

Geez… just think for a bit.

"The school will take responsibility. Remember, this is for a grade," She said, but before anybody could stupidly refute, five dire wolves came creeping out of the shadows, stalking us like bloodthirsty predators.

As they slowly approached us from behind, I began to shuffle through all the information I knew about these guys.

"Okay, the first group will be group one," She said, and a trio of swordsmen all stepped up, nowhere near as confident as they were in class.

Tense shoulders, sweaty palms, darting eyes… and not even realizing the wolves are slowly surrounding them from all front sides, in a crescent moon shape.

Their unique skill is a skill called: [Moon Sight], and it lets you see the battle from above, like a god watching down from all corners of the sky.

This lets the wolves coordinate their attacks with each other much better and just have a better overall sight of the battlefield.

The battle was over in an instant, and the teacher had stepped in after seeing all of them give in to the intense killing intent that washed through their body like a large wave.

Well, at least they managed to injure one. I'll give them props for that…

"Okay, group two, step up. Healers, come help these kids," The teacher said calmly, and the two hired adventures who were healers stepped up while my group stepped up to take on the wolves in front of us.

The black-haired boy beside me, named Lance, was so nervous that he was practically shivering. I also noticed Cy was pretty nervous, which was apparent in his hesitant moves.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit before deciding on giving the class some motivation and a bit of confidence that they could use.

"What are you laughing for, crazy bastard," Cy muttered as I stepped up and twirled my spear above my head once… and stabbed it straight into the ground.

This is how you use your skills.

SHING

Five scythe-like blades appeared from under the wolves like stalactites sticking out from under the ground, piercing their hearts and killing them instantly.

"Ma'am, are we collecting the cores?" I asked, and the stunned teacher took a few seconds to respond as she tried to garner her thoughts.

"A-Ah, yes. The group who slew the beasts will collect the cores,"

Upon hearing words of confirmation, I walked over to the corpses after pulling out my spear and tearing each core from their head.

Ah, did it not work as I expected? I thought some confidence would resurface due to their arrogant nature after seeing me slay a few beasts as one of the weakest in the class.

I'm sure the kids in my class had no problem spreading such information to the Sword Theory kids anyway.

"P-Passing marks for group two. Next up, group three," She announced as three more wolves were attracted by the scent of their dead comrades and came to take revenge.

Seeing all these kids struggle their hardest without even trying to use the few skills they have was amusing, and I decided to sip on the lemonade that I smuggled into the dungeon.

"Want some?" I asked Cy who was in the slumps after seeing me take all the spotlight.

As he looked at me, I swear I saw a few puppy ears appear on his head, and then he slowly nodded, thirsty after breathing out of his mouth for so long.

That's another physical reaction due to fear: breathing out of your mouth.

Simple yet strange.

"I didn't know you were that proficient with your skills," He muttered, sipping on another juice box I brought.

"Well, I never had the chance to show it off after we stopped having skill-less duels," I replied before gazing over at the current trio, who honestly did better than every other group after me.

They were working together, keeping their distance, watching for any pounces, making sure to keep them all aligned in one straight line, and even when the wolves did make an unexpected move, the others were able to cover for them.

"Pretty good," I muttered.

"E-Excuse me, but can I have one as well?" Lance asks timidly.

"Oh, sure," I said, tossing him my last juice box, which he somehow managed to drop into the mud below.

We had a moment of silence for the one we had lost today.

"You will be missed," Cy muttered before staring at Lance again.

"Y-Yes?" He responds after feeling Cy's intense stare.

"If you don't try harder, you won't be able to get Treyni to notice you. Right now, you're so weak I think she won't even bat an eye,"

"He's not wrong," I added.