Magic Made Simple

Chapter 12: Teaching

After the deed had been done and the body had been buried, me and Hassan made our way back to the outpost he was in charge of. I knew he wasn't exactly in the best of moods right now, but he hid it well as we walked around camp. Many people had tried giving me various things as thanks for dealing with the assassin, but I had politely declined almost everything offered. Not out of the kindness of my heart mind you, but mostly because I didn't need a sword or any armor pieces. The leather was all made from the hide of deer found on the first and second floor, and at my level my skin was tougher to pierce than the hide of any level 1 deer.

The one thing I hadn't declined was the food offered. You will never hear me admit this to anybody back at my camp, but the food I was getting used to was nothing compared to the tasty skewers of meat I had been given by one of the cooks present. It had even been seasoned with what I can only assume was some kind of ground up plant. I'd chatted with him briefly, and found out that he was a Michelin star chef before getting dragged into the tutorial.

After goodbyes were given and people were done showing their gratitude, I began the short journey back to my camp. It was only around half an hour of jogging, and approximately 40 kilometers of forest. I took that time to really appreciate just how fast I could run now. I was well beyond what any human could have even dreamed of achieving without the help of stats, and with how things were looking I still had plenty of room to grow.

After arriving back at camp and informing the leaders that the assassin was no longer an issue, they had let out a collective sigh of relief. They had tried to say something else, but I just turned to walk back towards the staircase. A hand on my shoulder stops me.

"Can I ask you something?" Ben asks me, looking serious.

"What is it?"

"We only have about three and a half weeks until it is time for all the d tier individuals to exit the tutorial. We aren't exactly sure what is going to happen to them, but our current best guess is that they are going to return to Earth."

"This doesn't really seem like a question." I say.

"Let me finish. We need some of the people going to be at a high enough level to deal with any potential threats. We wanted to know if you would be willing to help train some of them, or at least supervise them while they train so they don't die."

"How many people would I be training?" I ask, not really liking the sound of this.

That part makes him a little hesitant to answer, but eventually he does. "As many as you can manage preferably."

I sigh, taking a moment to think about that. I get an idea, and look at him.

"Here's the deal. I won't help anybody who hasn't yet reached level five. If they haven't at least done that then they would just be a burden on everyone else. How many people does that narrow it down to?"

"About 30." Ben answers, seeming to have memorized the group of potential "students".

"Alright, tell them all to meet me at the staircase by the time the sun rises."

"Will do." Ben says before rushing off to find them all. The faint red horizon made it clear the sun would be rising soon, so I went and stood next to the staircase, patiently waiting for everyone to arrive. I counted each one as they did, noting their class. Only twenty nine of the thirty had shown up by the deadline. Nine of them were mages, four of them healers, three archers, and twelve fighters.

We were about to head down to the second floor when another person came running up. They were a fighter and had clearly been running a bit late.

"You the last person?" I ask, already knowing that he was.