I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 70: Joint Session (1)

The Next Day — The Academy.

Luka looked like death warmed over.

Slumped in his seat, dark bags hung under his eyes.

His head bobbed dangerously with each blink, fighting off sleep as if it were an enemy.

Beside him, his personal maid wasn't faring much better—standing just beside his seat, she was hunched slightly forward, barely holding herself upright.

They were both absolutely wrecked.

The night before had been horrible.

Not because of danger, or anything alike—

But because of celebration.

The village feast had gone on all night, and the villagers just… wouldn't stop.

"We never get to do this!" they had cried, over and over again.

And Luka couldn't even blame them.

'Well, I get it,' he thought groggily.

'Commoners usually have to work every single day. Guess they wanted the party to last as long as possible.'

But that didn't change the fact that he hadn't gotten even a minute of sleep.

Every time he'd tried to sneak away and rest, even when he was at the home that he was staying at—

The village kids would swarm him—begging for stories, tugging on his clothes, laughing and shouting.

He'd wanted to kick them away more than once, but… there were too many onlookers.

'Couldn't damage my reputation.'

So instead, Luka bit the bullet and fed them ridiculous tales about his "adventures."

'Total nonsense, but the kids had eaten it up.'

And now here he was, back in class, running on fumes, after leaving very early just to make it to class in time.

Suddenly, the door slid open with a snap—

Kira walked in.

Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a sharp frown, and her narrowed eyes.

She made a straight line for her desk, the clicks of her boots echoing.

Clearly, she wasn't having a good morning either.

She slammed her books down, letting out a slow breath through her nose as she sat.

'Damn old human… I should've killed him on the spot.'

Kira's jaw tightened at the memory of being chewed out by the headmaster for skipping class.

Her fingers twitched.

But she knew she couldn't touch him.

He was a higher level than her—

By a lot.

The thought made her chest burn with resentment.

After a few calming breaths, Kira finally turned her eyes toward her student.

Her voice was short and clipped.

"Listen up. We're having a joint class today with some Fighter classes on the training grounds. Keep your behavior in check."

"Huh?" Luka blinked slowly, placing a hand under his chin as he slumped even further in his seat. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Aren't we Rangers? What's the point of a joint class with Fighters?"

He yawned halfway through the sentence.

Kira's eye twitched.

"Isn't it obvious?" she snapped.

"Exercise. Coordination. And because a Ranger should be able to hold their own in hand-to-hand combat. Sure, Fighters specialize in melee or whatever—but that doesn't mean Rangers should fall behind."

Luka lazily raised his other hand and waved it. "Yeah, yeah, got it, ma'am."

Kira stared at him, unamused.

'That tone… that slouch… that yawn…'

This student of hers was already pushing her patience, and class hadn't even started…

Grabbing a whistle from under her desk, Kira spun on her heel and marched toward the door.

Without turning back, she barked, "Follow me, you brat."

"…" Luka gave a half-hearted nod—then immediately slipped out of his seat and collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Serene had lunged to catch him, but missed by inches.

With a groan, Luka slowly pushed himself up, dragging his feet after his teacher.

"You can head back to our place and get some rest…" he muttered as he stepped out, sliding the door closed behind him.

Left alone in the classroom, Serene quietly bowed her head, her lips curling into a small smile.

"Thank you, young master," she whispered.

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"LOCK THOSE ARMS OUT!"

"CHEST TO THE GROUND!"

"I SAID PUSH, NOT FLOP!"

Three Fighter-class teachers stood side by side, voices raised.

In front of them, a large formation of students moved in perfect rows, grunting through sets of push-ups.

Every one of them had a weapon strapped to their back—axes, swords, spears, even polearms—clinking lightly with each movement.

Sweat soaked their uniforms, staining the dirt below.

"Reset!" one of the teachers barked.

The large group of students dropped flat to their stomachs.

Barely five minutes passed before the command rang out again.

"Push-up form!"

The students snapped back into position.

Then, all the teachers bellowed in unison:

"Steel and storm!"

Immediately, the students roared back:

"We are sworn!"—

And dropped into their push-ups again.

"Blades!" The teachers roared.

"Strike the foe!" The students roared back.

Then came the full chant, booming across the training grounds like thunder:

"Push the earth, don't let it win—forge the strength that's deep within! We are Fighters! Fight, fight, fight!"

"…"

Walking out of the building and onto the training field—

Luka took one look at the intense class and groaned.

He glanced over at his teacher, eyes heavy.

"Please don't make me do this..." he begged, voice half-dead.

Kira rolled her eyes, arms crossed. "Find a spot in the formation and get to push-ups!"

Tears welled in Luka's eyes as he dramatically pointed at her.

"You're evil! So evil!" he cried, turning reluctantly toward the rows of suffering students.

But before he could take a step, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder.

He turned—and out of nowhere, his teacher forced a stamina potion between his lips.

The cool liquid slid down his throat before he could protest—

An instant wave of clarity and energy surged through him.

"…"

Luka rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck.

"…Whoa. That feels nice."

He didn't like relying on potions for rest—he prided himself on keeping a natural sleep cycle—but this one time, he'd let it slide.

"Thanks," Luka muttered, cracking a smirk as he took off at a light jog to join the others.

Kira didn't respond.

Though…

A smug thought crossed her mind.

'That's right. You'd better be grateful, you inferior human.'