When the cadets first heard Austin's order, they didn't even react properly. They just stood there, staring at him like he had finally lost the last bit of sanity he never had in the first place.
Jump rope? That was the order? Not sword drills, not aura training, not combat but jump rope. It sounded like a joke, a bad one at that, and the aspiring knights, especially those from noble families, looked visibly offended. Some even thought this was a test of patience rather than strength.
But then they saw the ropes.
"…What the hell is that?"
"That's not a rope."
"That's a weapon."
The so-called jump ropes were made of thick, intertwined metal, faintly glinting under the sunlight. They weren't just heavy,they looked dangerous. The red markings along the surface made them even more ominous, like they were warning signs rather than decorations.
Naturally, the cadets thought it might be some kind of illusion or trick.
Until they picked them up.
Snap!
"…My wrist—!"
