My Teacher Is Too Good For Others. So, I Decided To Marry Her.

So, Olen had to say sorry to Mr. Berdly.

Though it is clear that Berdly was unsatisfied with the small punishment Olen was given.

But he also knew there was no way the family would punish a direct decedent of the main family for the sake of some orphan of the branch family.

The punishment given to Olen was like patting the back of his hand.

It was mainly to teach Olen, who was still young. And also to fool the outsiders that the Alden family is just and all.

So, even if he had resentment left in his heart, he had to let go.

For now, he was more interested in the compensation he was promised by Bianca right now.

Apart from the injury he had to suffer, there was no financial harm done to him.

The injury was healed with pills that the Alden family gave him. And now he is going to get more money as compensation.

This would help him gain the freedom that he seeks.

Though Berdly thought the punishment was insufficient, to Olen, however, it was a big punishment.

For a kid of his age, it is almost unbearable to stay indoors and be unable to play outside.

So, Bianca couldn't punish Olen any more harshly.

He was bored out of his mind. Only after two days, he felt his colorful life turn gray.

Chlera and Petra came to find him. But after writing thousands of words of essay, they found him lying on the floor like an earthworm.

"Ow, I don't want to live anymore." -he kept muttering.

So, they went to Jon to find out what has he done to their brother.

"Why won't brother play with us? You better give us an explanation." -they demanded.

Jon really doesn't know how to reply to them. Just how is he responsible when that brat is causing trouble?

"Olen won't play with you because he got grounded. Didn't you know what he did?" -he replied annoyingly.

"What? Did he get grounded? What did he do?" -they asked in unison.

They had no idea.

"How could you not know? Mr. Berdly screamed so loud that even the dogs in the house know what happened."

"How could you two, who always poke their heads where they don't belong, don't know that?" -Jon was annoyed these two misbehaving kids always found a reason to jump him.

He didn't believe that these two didn't know of the incident, even for a second.

"What? That was big brother Olen's doing?" -well of course they knew. In fact, they were the first to run there to look at the fun.

They laughed so much that day that their stomach hurt. But their mom quickly caught them and locked them in their room. So, they didn't know that, it was their beloved brother, who was the culprit for the 'unfortunate' event.

They were so disappointed that they couldn't know who did it.

But now they know. And became very proud and happy. They raised their brother well.

But they got sad immediately because they couldn't play with Olen now.

"Then what were you doing at that time? Aren't your brother's trainer? Why didn't you stop him then?" -Chlera demanded. She wouldn't admit that his brother was in the wrong. So, she directly dumped all the blame on Jon.

"What? How am I supposed to know what he is doing?" -this is why he doesn't like these kids. They just know how to blame.

"I don't care. You have to make brother good again." -Petra said. She was more concerned about Olen.

'Oh, this double team attack is so annoying.' -Jon thought.

"All right. All right. I'll see what I can do?"

Seeing no way out, he dejectedly went to find the little troublemaker.

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"Hey, little brat, what are you doing lying around?" –Jon asked.

"I am a worm. Just step on me... kill me. I don't wanna live anymore." –Olen kept lying.

Jon had his vein pop up. 'This kid is another piece of work.' He directly stepped on him.

"Are you dead yet." –he said.

"Aw, Jon, that hurts. What are you doing?" –Olen complained.

"What? You're not dead yet? I thought you were a worm." –saying so, he pressed even harder.

"Aw, aw, aw. Ok. I'm getting up... getting up." –Olen knew there was no point arguing with this brute. He just doesn't listen.

"Hey, Jon, what are you doing here? Your class was over in the morning. It is my rest time. So why are you butting in?"

"Oh, that's cold. Even for you. Brat, didn't you take me as your master? How could you talk to me like that? I'm so hurt. I think, maybe stepping on you a few more times will get my bleeding heart to stop bleeding." –Jon grinned.

"You brut, what are you here for?" –Olen asked.

Anyway, now that he got Olen's attention, they can start talking. So Jon started talking seriously.

"It's not me who wants to be here, kid. I was made to come here." -Jon replied the obvious. Why would he waste time on a brat when there was something a lot more interesting to do?

"Come today. I'm gonna teach you something new. Let's see if you can handle it well or not." –Jon pulled Olen over his shoulder, to which Olen showed no resistance. He was carried off like a sack of rice.

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"What is this?" –but Olen couldn't keep his dead state for too long. Because right now, he is inside an Eighty centimeter-diameter ring with Jon.

"So here are the rules. One, don't step out of the ring, or I'll whip your ass." – The ring wasn't anything special. It was made only by making a line in the ground at a deserted corner of the huge Mansion.

"Two, we'll be using this stick here to hit each other or defend against it. Whoever can get the most hit in two minutes wins. In three rounds, the winner will be decided. You understand?" –Jon handed Olen a wooden knife about thirty centimeters long.

"You just want to beat me up again, don't you? Is it because you can't handle Chlera and Petra that you come to vent on…" –Olen said with red eyes.

"Bam, Ouwww."

Jon knocked on Olen's head lightly with the stick, but Olen somehow felt quite the pain from it.

"You should know what you can say, and what you can not. Do you understand?" –Jon

"Also, how can you slender me with such an accusation?" –though it is true Jon would never admit it.

"Then why are you dragging me to train after we already trained in the morning, you child abuser?" –Olen complained.

"I do like to abuse children. Didn't you know that already? Now stop with the complaint."

"Anyway, this is not me bullying you." –Jon.

"The other day, when I was fighting with my life on the line with that mons… that lady, I gained a new way of thinking. So I came up with this type of training."

"As you can see, this arena is only so big. So there's no way to take a stance. So there's no crazy technique. And there's this small stick. There's no way to exert too much power with it." –Jon explained.

"This is the type of training to train your instinct, reaction speed, and concentration. Even though I came up with it, I haven't used this method even once. And there's a need for a partner. So we are on the same starting line."

These words sounded convincing enough. But Olen could feel some bad premonition from it. There's no way that's all there is to it.

"So, Shall we start?" -Jon stated.

"Ok."

Inside the circle, there was no room to move or do any flashy maneuvers. They both were standing face to face holding the wooden knife in front of them.

"Let's start slowly to get used to it." –Jon.

"Tick, tick, tick." The sticks were hitting each in a flowing rhythm. This was just a warm-up.

But then it began to change. There was still rhythm, but it was getting more intense every second.

They both had their eyes glued to each other's hands. Each and every muscle flex would give out information about their opponent.

Though Olen was small, he has always been getting a lot of training with swords. So can't be called a total noob at this.

But he wasn't facing a boy his age but a seasoned fighter.

So, soon the hits started to land on him.

These hits weren't hard. They were light taps but fast.

As Jon also had to defend against the next attack. And he couldn't move much, the hits were mostly around his arms and shoulders.

It would be wrong to say there was no footwork. There was indeed footwork, but it was so subtle.

Each movement was made to make sure the opponent has little room to attack. 

Also, they were trying to make enough space for themselves to attack in this short distance.

Even the time to breathe is nonexistent.

Everyone must surely praise Jon for coming up with this simple but effective training system. It was designed to especially hone one's instincts and reflexes.

This is a training to observe and learn when to attack and when to defend.

But it's not like one can get better at this on their first try.

So, Olen wasn't getting any hits in while Jon was scoring point after point.

Two rounds went down this way. Though the winner was already decided, Olen didn't say a word about quitting. He was super frustrated but went into the ring without uttering a single word.

Jon could feel that there was some problem with Olen, but he wasn't good at this type of talk. So he also stood up to get in the ring.

This time Olen got aggressive, more than before. He didn't care about defending. Just attack... Just hit the one standing before you. Think of nothing else.

There was rage that was building inside him each time failed to hit. Jon understood that the kid must have something that is bottled up inside him. But it is not Jon's expertise to console someone.

As Jon wasn't someone who goes easy in these kinds of cases or more like he doesn't know how. So it couldn't be helped that Olen couldn't vent.

There was no rhythm, no technique, not even a moment of breathing. Olen was feeling dizzy because of the lack of oxygen in his brain. But he didn't care. He just wants to get one hit in.

And then... he collapsed.

Without giving any actual warning, he went over his limit.

Jon looked at the unconscious boy in his arm.

'Just what is with this kid?' –Jon thought.

He never imagined something like this would happen.

Olen shouldn't have been mad at him for any reason. He has been training this boy since the beginning. So he knows he can take a hit. But this time, it was like he just snapped.

He needs to talk about it when he wakes up. So he laid Olen on the ground.

No, he didn't take him to his room. He has to clear things right here right now.