I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 41

Episode 41: Caution

“That’s everyone, then. Based on today’s battles, we’ll start practical training next week. Now, head back to the classroom and wait for Mitoa-san.”

After all six mock battles had concluded, Attalos said this and began walking toward the central building.

However, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned around.

“Oh, Seneca and Maior, come to my office in the central building when you’re free. Alright, dismissed!”

With that, Attalos quickly ran off.

Seneca and Maior were left standing there in a daze when their classmates gathered around them.

“Seneca-san! You were amazing! What kind of swordsmanship was that? I couldn’t see your movements at all!”

The one speaking was Fabius.

“Yeah, no kidding. It’s frustrating, but I lost completely. That final attack—was it a skill? It seemed similar to 【Mighty Sword】 , but the output was far too high. Is it a swordsmanship-related skill?”

Pulcher also joined in, bombarding Seneca with questions. He had seemed down after the match, but he had already recovered.

“My skill is [Sewing]. It’s neither a swordsmanship skill nor a magic skill—just a useless skill.”

Seneca answered hesitantly. She had learned to call it a useless skill herself before anyone else could say it.

“What!?”

Pulcher and Fabius exchanged serious looks.

Seneca braced herself internally, preparing to counter any criticisms that were about to come.

“That’s… incredible.”

“Absolutely amazing, Seneca-chan!”

“Huh?”

” 【Sewing】  is a non-combat skill, right?”

“For you to refine it to this level and apply it to swordsmanship—it’s not something just anyone can do. The amount of effort it must have taken is unimaginable.”

“I’d love to hear how you incorporate it into battle—only what you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

“Yes, I’d really like to know too!”

Caught off guard by their positive reactions, Seneca flustered but managed to continue the conversation.

As she spoke, she struggled to hold back the moisture welling up in her eyes.

Maior also found herself surrounded by a crowd, with Straw leading at the front.

“Maior-san! About what we discussed earlier—you use your 【Detection】  skill in close combat, right? Your precision is amazing.”

“But Maior-san, your movements don’t really resemble a scout’s. At first, I thought you were a swordsman.”

“Me too!”

Maior wondered why people were gathering around her despite her loss. Still, she was curious about how her performance had been perceived, so she decided to continue the conversation.

“I use my skill to take on a mid-frontline role. Since it’s just Seneca and me, we don’t have clearly defined positions, but Seneca is more of the vanguard and takes on a scout-like role. Of course, I handle the detection.”

“That’s an unusual setup. You use your skill more for tactical support, then?”

“Yes. By utilizing my skill for support, I can eliminate blind spots. But I’m still experimenting with it.”

“That’s an interesting approach. Some issues come to mind, but if it works, it could form a powerful party.”

Even though they had only watched six matches, the classmates eagerly debated strategy.

Maior struggled to keep up with the conversation, doing her best to follow along.

When they returned to the classroom, a young instructor named Mitoa explained the course selection process.

According to Mitoa, as students advanced through the school, they were given more freedom in their curriculum, but in exchange, they were expected to produce results.

S-Class students had to achieve appropriate accomplishments as adventurers every semester. If they failed to meet the standards, they would be demoted to a lower class without exception.

The only mandatory class was Attalos’ weekly lesson, but attendance could be flexible if it conflicted with adventuring activities.

Besides that, students had to take a certain number of lecture credits, meaning they needed to plan their schedules based on their interests and register for courses.

Seneca intended to discuss it with Maior later, but some of the courses piqued her interest.

After Mitoa’s explanation, Seneca and Maior followed Attalos’ instructions and headed to his office in the central building.

They knocked, and a response came from inside. Entering the room, they found Attalos seated at his desk, but he soon stood up and approached them.

“You both came. First, let me say this—this room has various mechanisms in place to make eavesdropping or information gathering extremely difficult.”

With that, he infused magic into the lock, sealing the room.

“Now we’re safe.”

Attalos gestured toward a long couch and prompted them to sit.

“I’ll be direct—Seneca, you leveled up, didn’t you?”

Attalos gazed at Seneca with a soft expression.

“Your physical abilities have improved drastically compared to when the three of us were taking on quests together. In particular, your strength has increased significantly. It’s natural to assume this is due to the physical enhancements that come with leveling up. I understand that adventurers need to keep their abilities confidential, but this will affect my guidance, so I need to know.”

Seneca had already expected this, so she decided to answer honestly.

“I leveled up to 3 when we defeated the Cyclops.”

“I thought so.”

Attalos looked relieved that his assumption was correct, but at the same time, he seemed overwhelmed by the speed of Seneca’s growth.

“And just to confirm—when Maior reached level 2, did her physical abilities increase? That’s usually the case with 【Detection】 , but you two aren’t exactly normal.”

“Yes, my physical abilities improved.”

Maior answered immediately.

“Understood. Thank you both.”

Attalos paused briefly before continuing.

“Now, taking that into account, I need to say something—Maior, I probably should have told you this earlier. Menon likely found it hard to interfere as well.

To get straight to the point, both of your sword forms are off. Especially you, Seneca. You used to be a precise swordsman, but now your style has become rough, relying on brute force. Against weaker opponents, it’s enough, but you won’t be able to win against someone stronger than you that way.”

A heavy weight settled in Seneca’s chest.

“The reason is simple: you’re being overpowered by your enhanced physical abilities. You’re relying too much on your skill. It hasn’t been long since your level-up, so you’ll likely adjust quickly, but from now on, you need to be careful every time you level up.”

Maior remained focused, staring straight at Attalos.

“But this is also my fault for not giving Maior proper guidance. If I had, Seneca wouldn’t have ended up in this situation either. I truly apologize.”

Attalos bowed his head.

Seeing this, Maior hurriedly spoke up.

“We understand that we’ve been relying too much on brute force. But that’s our own fault, not yours, Attalos-sensei.”

“No, normally, senior adventurers would provide guidance. In your case, either ‘Oak Branch’ or ‘Verdant Prayer’ would have likely stepped in to mentor you. But when I arrived, I told Naeus and the others that I would take care of it, so they backed off. And yet, I failed to provide the right instruction. That was my mistake.”

Maior and Seneca remained silent for a while.

But Seneca, regaining her composure first, narrowed her eyes sharply and asked,

“What should we do?”

“I’ll teach you both how to control your skill enhancement. First, you need to live your daily lives with your skills suppressed as much as possible. Doing so will help you naturally regain your previous sensations. Once you establish that as a baseline, you can then reconstruct your techniques to accommodate your enhanced strength.”

“Suppress our skills?”

“Yes. It’s possible to temporarily reduce the physical abilities gained from leveling up. This technique is known as ‘cutting the skill.’ For those with martial-based skills, it’s an essential ability.”

Maior listened intently, a serious expression on her face as she struggled to process the information.

“I’ll explain how to do it now. You might have your doubts, but just hear me out first.”

The two nodded firmly.

After receiving Attalos’ instruction, Seneca and Maior returned to the dormitory.

Their expressions were grim.

No one was to blame. If anything, their lack of information gathering had put them in this situation—but knowing that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

Still, Seneca had made up her mind. And Maior had steeled herself.

“We’ll allow ourselves to be frustrated today. But starting tomorrow, we’ll train like hell and master this.”

With that burning determination, they returned to their dormitory.