Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary.

Trish Snowfield, a scion of the prestigious Snowfield family, the same family that birthed the sword saint. It was a family of swordmasters and the young lady of such family was no expectations. She was a brilliant swordmaster and aura user, one many expected will take over the title of sword saint in the distant future.

Such an exceptional individual was currently sitted beside Art. Ofcourse such an occurrence wasn't a coincidence but his intentions from the being.

As the bus moved, Art too nervous to speak to girl sitting beside him, took out his phone and began scrolling through the Internet just to relief his anxiety.

He had came to this world with a system. The [Disciple Cultivation System] and while it's effects was unknown, he did however know what it wanted him to do.

It wanted him to take the main characters of the game as his students but it failed to mention one glaring problem how the heck was he supposed to do that.

Right now as he stood he was far weaker than the ones he was suppose to teach and even taking that out the equation most of them already had incredible teacher, what the heck was he to offer to them.

When it came to the basic subject he was pretty good in that but here unless you were the Bow Saint maths wouldn't keep you alive. He could not offer any of his students anything that hadn't been thought to them and even if the original Art had somehow gotten a job in the academy anfyhe had been a good teacher,he still ended up died...

For moment a grim imagery flashed in Art's mind causing him to clutch his right arm. For a moment his memory has been unblocked as he was one's again reminded of Art's...no his future.

Maybe because of that he finally gained the courage to speak.

"You're a swordmaster!"

Taking in the bits of Trish's personality which he remembered he ranned a few simulation in his mind and chose the most successfully scenario, the weak apperancing mysterious man in the bus.

Trish with her eye closed seemliy trying to harness her aura softly opened her eyes, her sharp gaze burning with suspicion.

The strange man had been eyeing her since the bus station and while she was confident of handling him if he tried anything he shouldn't, she wasn't that bothered to hear him out and know what's he was interested in her.

"Yes!"

So without much thought she nod, her finger patting the clothed sword laying on her thighs.

"I see. That sharpness in her your eyes mad it clear but it doesn't hurt to also ask."

Placing his phone in his pocket he smiled.

"Sharpness?"

Intrigued by his observations she muttered with a questioning gaze.

"Yes, one can tell the type of weapons

a warrior wields through their eyes."

Placing one leg over the other to denoted a sense of elegant, Art continued in a playful tone.

"A spear master has a deciphering gaze, the kind that searchs through individual for any possible weakness, a bow master has a calculating gaze always simulating the pathway of their projectile, those whom follow the path of the Fist have a serene gaze, one in complete tune with their body and finally a swordmaster wields a sharpened gaze, one harbour in them their intent."

"That being?"

"To cut ofcourse!" Art shrugged.

Left somewhat speechless Trish keep her gaze on him trying to asses him.

[Trish has show an interest in you]

[Emotion meter: Interest lvl 1]

[Affinity for Aura haa increased]

He felt a stranage sensation wash over his body but he keep his composure and continued.

"A good swordmanster....no warrior is not judged by their ability to display their intent but their ability to hid it."

"You saying I'm a bad swordmaster."

She seemed offended as she furrowed.

[Trish Emotional meter:-1]

Seeing the notification Art panicked slight shaking his head in disapproval.

"No displaying intent is something warrior cultivate from habit. It's akin to how vampire grow a taste for for blood one's the see it. It's normal but it can also be a weakness."

"Can you educate me in what way?"

Seeing he meant not offence her expression softened as she placed her gaze full of anticaption on him.

"Well...for a vampire inability to control their taste for blood can lead to them going berserk. For a swordsman however if their are unable to hide their intent, it came lead to their opponents being able to predict their attacks."

"That's strange my teacher never taught me that."she muttered.

"Ofcourse they wouldn't because that is something only those experience in combat can observe."

"So you're a veteran?" She asked.

"Yep!" He nod gaving her a thumbs up.

It was all lies but he needed to earn her attention in what every way he could. He could face the consequences later.

She didn't seem convinced however as soon she began to lean closer, her gaze assessing his worth.

At first she seemed disappointed sensing no aura from Art but soon her eyes widened, then with a thoughtful expression she pulled back.

[Trish Emotional meter: Lvl 4 interest]

[Aura mastery increased]

One's again the familiar sensation washed over Art's body as felt he body tensed with power.

"Where you disappointed." I teased.

"..."

She didn't answer but judging by her complicated expression Art knew she wasn't.

Honestly he hadn't done anything much, he just followed the trope of hiding one's strength. In this world ones level of strength was gauge by the level of their Mana or Aura.

High meant strong and small meant weak.

Since his body hadn't yet learnt to use aura unlike the original Art, he emit non hence he was suppose of an anomaly.

In a scale of one to ten, his aura emussion would be zero and for one to achieve such a null state it meant either they had not awakened their energies or they were hidding their strength, something only few powerhouses in this world could do so Trish had concluded Art was a powerhouse even though she was absolutely wrong.

"I'm so glad I passed of Aura training back home."

Seeing the nervous glances Trish was throwing at him, Art sighed feeling a mountain of burdens crashed onto his shoulders a she moved to the next phrase.