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2.72% Reincarnated as Napoleon / Chapter 10: First Day of School

Capítulo 10: First Day of School

Napoleon's eyes scanned over his newly acquired schedule, and he let out a thoughtful hum. He took note of the seven subjects: French, Latin, Maths, History-Geography, Drawing, Music, Fencing, and Military Fortifications, each allotted one hour of study time. With three subjects per day, he would have a full schedule. He couldn't help but reflect on his earlier days in a different world, where the school week was much different. Here, the academic week began on Monday and stretched all the way through Saturday, a full six days of learning.

The first subject is eight o'clock in the morning, which is math. Napoleon quickly went to the classroom.

A moment later, he found the classroom, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door. The classroom was filled with other students, and Napoleon could feel their curious gazes on him as he made his way to an empty desk at the back of the room. He sat down, taking out his notebook and quill in preparation for the lesson.

While at it, a group of students approached his desk.

"You are Napoleone Buonaparte, right?" One of the students asked.

Napoleon looked up to meet the gaze of the student who asked. Judging from his clothes, he could tell that the student was a noble. He had a refined look about him, with blonde hair that was slicked back in a fashionable style. His eyes were a bright blue, and his features were sharp and defined.

Napoleon nodded in response, offering a small smile. "Yes, that's correct. It's a pleasure to meet you," he replied politely, noting the other students who had gathered around his desk.

"So how did you cheat during the exam?" the student asked.

"Excuse me?" Napoleon asked, taken aback by the accusation.

The blonde-haired student scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't act clueless, Buonaparte. It's obvious you cheated your way into this prestigious academy. Commoners like you don't typically get accepted, let alone score a full mark. The second highest grade was only 81 percent, and that was me. And to top it off, you're an outsider with an annoying accent."

Instead of being angry at the students, Napoleon felt a bit amused. So this is going to be the start of his rough school days as Napoleon, who in history, was recorded to have been bullied because of his background and his accent. Though he couldn't care less about their feelings as he was a university student with the mindset of a twenty-year-old. To him, they are just spoiled brats, born with a golden spoon, ultimately nothing more than their surname.

"I don't even care what you think if I cheated or not. As for me, the test was easy, even my friend in Corsica could have answered it with ease," Napoleon haughtily replied, his tone dripping with arrogance. The students around him looked shocked, not expecting such a bold response from the new kid. The blonde-haired noble student narrowed his eyes, clenching his fist.

"Are you looking down on us, peasant?" The blonde student spat, his voice laced with anger. Napoleon simply shrugged, nonchalantly twirling his quill in his hand.

"I'm not looking down on you, I simply can't fathom why someone of your supposed status couldn't manage a perfect score on an exam that was quite obviously tailored to your aristocratic abilities," Napoleon retorted. He leaned forward slightly, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he stared down the other student. "Maybe you're not as smart as you think you are, or maybe you're just too lazy to put in the effort. Either way, it's not my concern."

The students around them gasped in disbelief, shocked by Napoleon's boldness. The room fell silent, with all eyes on the two students. The blonde-haired noble took a step forward, his face turning red with anger.

"How dare you!" He bellowed, his voice echoing across the classroom and drawing the attention of everyone present. He took a few steps forward, his face twisted in anger and disgust. "How dare you speak to me like that, you peasant. It's clear that you were raised without any manners or respect for those of higher standing. But don't you worry, I'll be sure to educate you on proper etiquette since you clearly have none." He sneered, his tone laced with venom as he glared at Napoleon.

"Ah, this is a pain in the ass. Can you and your friends just go? You are too noisy."

Napoleon's blunt response caught the noble student off guard, and he faltered for a moment before regaining his composure. He took off his glove and threw them at Napoleon's face.

Napoleon's classmate gasped. Throwing one's glove at someone's face is a declaration of a duel. Napoleon caught the glove with ease, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked at the noble student.

"A duel, is it?" Napoleon asked, raising an eyebrow. "Very well then. I accept your challenge."

The noble student looked taken aback, clearly not expecting Napoleon to agree so readily.

"Good. Meet me tomorrow morning, at dawn, in the courtyard. We shall settle this matter once and for all in fencing. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you as I'm sure you don't know what fencing is."

Napoleon scoffed. "Okay then, but imagine what would happen if you were to lose to a commoner like me who doesn't have experience in fencing. Surely that would be humiliating."

The noble student's face contorted with anger at Napoleon's words. "I will not lose to the likes of you," he spat, before returning to their desk. Seconds later, the teacher entered the classroom.

The teacher looked around and saw Napoleon.

"Oh, you are the kid who passed the entrance examination with flying colors huh? I must say, the way you use the quadratic equation to solve one of the hardest questions I have come up with was quite impressive. How did you do it?"

"Well, Sir, it's simple really," he stood up and his eyes gleamed coldly. "I'm just good. I don't see any explanation behind it other than being so good."

The blonde-haired student gritted his teeth, clearly infuriated at Napoleon's arrogance.

"I'll remove that smug look on your face tomorrow," he whispered under his breath.


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Capítulo 11: Humbling a Spoiled Brat

"After the class ended, Napoleon wasted no time in making his way to his dormitory within the school. As he stepped inside the dormitory, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the interior. The space was sparsely furnished, with a single bed in the corner and a small desk next to it. The walls were painted a dull beige color, and the only source of light was a single window that let in a faint stream of sunlight. Despite the lack of adornment, Napoleon felt a sense of relief wash over him as he settled into his comfortable bed.

His first day of class is just as boring as the first day that he had in his previous world. It was an introduction where the professors would recount their credentials and the syllabus for the semester.

However, on that very same day, he met a kid who did not hesitate to assert dominance over him. In all of the subjects, each student was asked to introduce themselves. And there he learned that the brat's name was Louis, son of Count Philippe of Montauban, though that's how he introduced himself.

The brat kid has challenged him to a duel, fencing specifically, and he accepted the challenge.

"Fencing huh?" Napoleon muttered under his breath. He doesn't know how fencing works but he had heard of it before from movies. Basically, it's two people trying to stab each other with a long, thin rapier while wearing protective gear.

Napoleon spent the next few hours trying to learn as much as he could about fencing. He spent hours in the system the Goddess of Fate bestowed on him, pouring over books on the subject. He practiced every spare moment he had, using wooden sticks to mimic styles and footwork he had read about.

Five hours later, Napoleon felt satisfied with his progress; it felt to him that he could win the duel tomorrow as he had learned complicated and sophisticated moves in just that timeframe. Maybe fencing is one of the skills included in the fighting skills the Goddess of Fate granted him, which is probably the reason why he learned fencing easily.

But without a mock battle, he can't be too sure of himself. He needed experience, but there was no time for that. The only time when he will be able to put his practice to the test is the duel tomorrow morning.

"I hope the cheat the Goddess of Fate gave me was not a fluke," Napoleon said to himself.

Finally, the day of the duel arrived. Napoleon and Louis faced each other in the courtyard of the school, surrounded by a group of curious onlookers.

"Fencing is not a sport for peasants," Louis sneered as he watched Napoleon don his fencing gear clumsily.

Napoleon was unfazed by Louis's insult as he adjusted the mask.

After that, stepped onto the designated fencing area and faced Louis.

Louis smirked and stepped forward, rolling his shoulders and sweeping his blade twice through the air – a sign the duel was about to begin.

Napoleon exclaimed softly beneath his mask, so flashy, he wondered if he could do that—and so repeated the rapier movements he had made.

Louis's eyes narrowed in displeasure. "You talk big for someone who's struggling to hold his rapier properly," he scoffed.

"I'm Louis de La Rochefoucauld, first son of Count Philippe of Montauban. How about you?"

There was a hint of mockery in Louis's tone and his friends started laughing. Possibly because they believed Napoleon doesn't have a noble background like Louis.

Napoleon ignored their puerile attempt at riling him up and introduced himself according to the customs.

"I'm Napoleone Buonaparte."

"I'll give you the honor of striking first, come at me Napoleone," Louis taunted.

"You talk big for someone who is nothing but a pretentious brat, Louis. I bet you've never tasted defeat in your entire life. But what if a lowly commoner like me beats you in this duel? Your precious family name and reputation in this school will be nothing but a joke. Do you have the guts to face that kind of shame, or are you just all bark and no bite?"

"Your way of speaking is uncivilized, of course, I would never ever imagine myself losing to the likes of you. You might not know this but I'm the best at fencing."

"All the more reason to be more worried because if I defeat you at your best, then what does that say about you?" Napoleon retorted, a smirk forming beneath his mask.

Louis's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You talk big for someone who's barely holding his rapier properly," he sneered.

Napoleon shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll see about that," he said as he took up his stance, his eyes focused on Louis.

The two fencers began to circle each other again, the tip of their rapiers clinking as they met. Napoleon watched Louis carefully, waiting for an opening.

Moments later, Louis advanced, thrusting the tip of his rapier towards Napoleon's heart, completely abandoning his earlier gracious offer to let Napoleon make the first strike.

Napoleon noticed something was off; Louis's movements were sluggish, as if in slow motion. He wondered what was happening and looked around, only to see others moving at the same snail's pace. Could it be that his cheat had been activated?

Napoleon took advantage of it and made a quarter turn to the left, letting the blade cut only air. His own rapier swept up, then down in a precise, diagonal arc. But just as it was about to land on Louis's neck, he stopped, letting the situation sink in him.

"If this was a real blade, you would have been killed already. I thought that you were good at fencing, but all I see is a brat who doesn't know how to hold a blade properly," Napoleon said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"The heck did you say?!" Louis swatted Napoleon's blade away and repositioned himself, his face contorted with anger and confusion.

"What the hell did he just do? His movement was fast and precise," Louis muttered to himself.

Napoleon raised his blade. "What's wrong? Given up already?"

Louis gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his rapier.

"I am not so easily defeated," he said, his voice low and controlled. He lunged forward, his rapier aimed for Napoleon's chest.

But Napoleon was ready. He stepped to the side and parried the blow, his own rapier flicking out to strike Louis's arm. Louis winced in pain and pulled back, his expression darkening.

"You are good," he said through gritted teeth. "But I am better."

Napoleon chuckled. "Is that so?" He circled around Louis, watching him carefully.

Suddenly, Louis launched a flurry of attacks, his rapier darting forward in a series of quick jabs. But Napoleon was quicker, his rapier deflecting each blow with ease.

"Too predictable," Napoleon said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Speed can only get you so far, Louis. You need to start using your head if you want to stand a chance against me. I thought you were better than this, but it turns out you're just another wastrel disappointment

Napoleon deftly dodged Louis's next attack, stepping back and parrying the blow with a flick of his wrist. He countered with a swift thrust, aiming for Louis's chest. Louis managed to block it, but Napoleon followed up with a series of rapid strikes, his rapier moving in a blur.

"Eh?"

Louis, who just saw such a flawless technique being performed in front of him, froze, and took each hit. He fell to his knees, his rapier slipping from his grasp. He looked up at Napoleon, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The crowds meanwhile were stunned at the events unfolding. Napoleon just beat Louis in fencing? Murmurs and chatters erupted among them.

"I… I don't understand," he stammered. "How can you be so good?"

But instead of getting an answer, Napoleon simply looked down on him.

"How does it feel when a mere commoner like me can outmatch a so-called nobleman like you?" Napoleon's voice dripped with icy satisfaction as he towered over Louis, who was still on his knees. The onlookers were silenced by the sudden change in the atmosphere, and some could even feel a shiver running down their spine.

Louis's face contorted with anger and humiliation, and he balled his fists. He refused to accept the reality of the situation, the fact that he had been beaten so easily by someone of lower social status.

But Napoleon wasn't finished. He leaned down, his face inches away from Louis's, and whispered in a cold, menacing tone. "You thought you were better than me, didn't you? You looked down on me. And now, as I stand here victorious, you will realize the painful reality that you are nothing but a hollow shell of your privilege.

Louis felt a chill go down his spine as he gazed up into Napoleon's eyes, now filled with a cold intensity that made him feel powerless. He realized that he had underestimated Napoleon, both as a fencer and as a person.

The onlookers watched in silence as Napoleon stood up, his eyes still locked onto Louis's. He sheathed his rapier and turned away, leaving Louis to pick himself up from the ground and face the shame of his defeat.

"Wait! We are not finished yet…" Louis interrupted, his voice shaking with anger and humiliation. But Napoleon did not even glance back. This infuriated Louis even more and shouted.

"HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!"

Napoleon stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face Louis, his piercing gaze locking onto him.

"Stop it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You've already lost. Spare yourself further embarrassment and acknowledge that I am superior to you. No, scratch that. I'm not just superior to you, but to everyone here combined," he declared with a domineering tone. "Don't delude yourself into thinking you're better than me. I'm the only student who's achieved a perfect mark. If you can't accept that, you're only demonstrating your own ignorance."

Louis's face contorted with a mixture of anger and shame, as he struggled to find the words to respond to Napoleon's taunts. He knew that he had been outmatched in every way and that his pride had been shattered in front of the entire school. But he couldn't let Napoleon's arrogance go unchallenged.

"You may have won this duel," Louis spat out, his voice shaking with rage, "but that doesn't make you better than me. You may have a perfect mark, but that's just a number. In the end, you are just a commoner."

Napoleon scoffed, his voice dripping with icy disdain. "You're still holding onto that outdated bigotry, huh?" he sneered. "You're too blinded by your own hubris and privilege to recognize reality when it slaps you in the face. I have wasted too much time talking to you, I'll leave now."

Napoleon went back to his dormitory after the fencing battle. Just as he thought, fencing is included in one of the fighting skills that the Goddess of Fate blessed him. This is useful information, and with that, he knew that he can use other martial arts. Though he still believes in the notion that knowledge without experience is useless, so instead of relying on his cheat, he'll learn on his own, that way, he can feel the satisfaction of truly mastering a skill.

Now that the kid has been humbled, he can now study in his school with those spoiled brats leaving him alone. Defeating Louis in the fencing match is a statement that Napoleon was not to be underestimated. At least for now, they'll fear him, and that's probably the best thing that could happen to him.


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