They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 462: Good Morning Sensei

She paused by the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, uncertain eyes.

You can do this, she told herself.

Then she rushed downstairs, her bare feet almost silent on the polished steps, ready to see what Arthur had in store. She wore her boots at the front of the main door then continued on.

As Nnenna stepped onto the training grounds, the early morning breeze kissed her skin and rustled the leaves around her. There, standing with both hands calmly behind his back and his back to the entrance, was Arthur.

His silhouette was sharp, his posture commanding, he looked like a figure from an ancient tale, the kind of master one only saw in movies or legendary scrolls.

It struck something inside Nnenna. A strange mix of awe… and pressure. She suddenly felt she needed to take everything more seriously, not just today, but her entire life.

She opened her mouth to call out to him, but before a word left her lips, Arthur turned around.

“Welcome to your first day of training,” he said, his voice cool and composed as ever.

Nnenna straightened, giving a small but respectful nod. “Good morning, Sensei,” she replied solemnly, her tone firm with determination.

Arthur’s lips twitched slightly, barely noticeable, but it was there. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

Why does she have to say it like that? he thought. Makes me sound old…

Still, he did not correct her. She had technically used the correct title, Sensei was what a martial arts teacher was called, after all.

So he let it slide. She was taking this seriously, and deep down… he liked that.

Arthur nodded, his eyes steady as he began explaining.

“We have a little less than two months left before your year one, first semester officially ends,” he said, his voice calm but edged with gravity. “But I will not waste time teaching you anything from year one. You already learned all of that in Lionara, and you excelled at it.”

He paused, studying her reaction, then continued, “So we will begin directly with year two material and move quickly into year three.”

Nnenna felt her heart thump harder. Two whole years’ worth of work…

Arthur went on, his tone clear and decisive. “In total, you have less than six months to prepare for the examination. You must learn everything from both years.”

He glanced at her to see if she would flinch. She did not.

“We’ll divide the time this way: three months for year three, since the workload is heavier, and just over two months for year two. That should be enough, if you are willing to learn, disciplined, and diligent.”noveldrama

Nnenna straightened her back, eyes bright with determination. “I am, Arthur,” she confirmed without hesitation.

Arthur watched her carefully, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“We’ll see,” he said slowly, his voice almost a challenge as he continued to observe her face.

He could catch the soft, familiar scent of her vanilla perfume, something he was starting to love without even realizing it.

Her hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail, showing off her perfectly shaped forehead. And that smile, so open, so refreshing, it felt warmer than the cold morning breeze brushing over his skin.

His eyes drifted over her simple training clothes. They were loose and practical, nothing like the tight fitting outfits most girls wore to show off their figures.

Just like always, she was modest and decent. A part of him respected it more than he would ever admit out loud.

Arthur tried to look away when he met her bright gaze, but he couldn’t. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, eager to learn. A strange ache pulsed in his chest.

Does she look at Carl and Somto like this too? he wondered, feeling a heaviness he couldn’t shake off. I’ve been missing a lot.

And for some reason, the idea of the other two being close to her made something in him tighten with quiet displeasure.

He still hadn’t looked away, and Nnenna felt a sudden chill prickle down her spine. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out why he was staring at her so intensely.

Why is he so…creepy? she thought, her heart thumping a little faster. But she didn’t dare say it aloud. Arthur’s aura was not inferior to that of Somto and Carl when they got serious. And it made her nervous.

He must be thinking about the best way to train me, she tried to reassure herself.

But no matter how she explained it, that look in his eyes didn’t feel like just a teacher sizing up a student at all.

Arthur finally tore his eyes away, as if snapping himself out of some trance once he remembered something or more specifically, someone else.

His face turned cold again, that usual mask dropping back into place. He drew a deep, steadying breath and spoke in a firm voice that left no room for argument.

“These are the rules.”

Nnenna blinked. Rules? She hadn’t expected that, but she straightened up, attentive.

“First,” he began, his gaze fixed somewhere over her shoulder so he wouldn’t have to meet her eyes, “training starts by 4 a.m. sharp. Not one minute later. If you arrive late, the session is canceled for that day.”

Nnenna nodded once, already used to early wake ups. That was fair.

“Training ends at 7 a.m. No extensions. No lingering.”

Okay… that was a bit strict, but still nothing she couldn’t handle. It wasn’t like they were so close that she would have something to say to him later.

“Second,” Arthur continued, his voice lowering, “you will not address me casually during training. You will call me Sensei or Instructor. No exceptions. No names, no jokes. This is not a friendship.”

That caught her off guard. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t argue. She figured it was just how he operated, serious and a little intense.