The Strongest Female Masters, Who Are Trying to Raise Me Up, Are in Shambles Over Their Training Policy - V1Ch5: The World's Weakest Profession

“Phew, it’s always the same every year, but it’s tough to watch thousands of award ceremonies to the end,” sighed Sariella Cookjo, the head of the adventurer school, as she walked down the hallway.

Confirming that it was mid-afternoon with a tool called a pocket watch that only the wealthy could afford, she headed to her office to take a break.

“But this year’s award ceremony was special…”

It was not only the existence of Elysia, the descendant of a hero, but also the extreme results from the Guild orphanage group, whose numbers were not so large. Sariella recalled the cruel outcome and sighed again.

“Oh, there you are! Headmaster Sariella!!”

“What, what is it!?”

Startled by the mournful scream, Sariella turned around and there was the boy she had just pitied, Cross Alacart himself, running towards her, half in tears.

“When I got back to the dormitory, there was this thing on my bed…!”

What Cross tremblingly handed to her was a notice of expulsion officially issued by the Guild. They acted fast. Well, considering the results, there was probably no one who had any doubts.

“When I went to the Guild window, they just kept saying, ‘It’s a decision,’ and ‘We will do our best to assist with future acceptance and job placement.’ Even when I asked the teachers, they just avoided my gaze and told me to talk to Headmaster Sariella. So please, please! I’ve wanted to be an adventurer like him since I was a child… so please spare me from expulsion! I’ll do anything, anything at all!”

Sariella was pained by Cross’s desperate plea as he clung to her.

(Hmm… I understand the feeling of not wanting to discourage such a straightforward child from becoming an adventurer, but as the headmaster, it’s not a role I’m enthusiastic about… remember this for later.)

Sariella cursed her subordinates in her heart again and then made up her mind to speak.

“…Even so, Cross. If your level doesn’t improve, aiming to become an adventurer is a suicide mission. The training will also be in vain. It would be much more beneficial for you to use that time for something else.”

“But, but! The god who was in charge of assessing my aptitude said that I…”

“Goodness gracious… The priest who is in charge of you has mistaken kindness for something else. Making irrelevant expectations of you…”

“Huh…?”

Sariera interrupted Cross’s desperate plea halfway through.

“It is true that ‘Jobless’ does not have any basic skills that cannot be acquired by ‘Occupational Classes.’ As a unique trait, it is said that you can learn skills from any ‘Occupational Class.'”

“T-Then!”

“But, that is only theoretical.”

Sariera stated firmly.

“You have to endure countless training sessions before you can learn a few basic skills. And even if you manage to learn them, it takes an infinite amount of time for ‘Jobless’ to train their skills to practical levels. Can you become a jack-of-all-trades and master of none in your lifetime? That’s the growth rate of ‘Jobless’ as an ‘Occupational Class.’ As proof of that–“

Suddenly, Sariera took Cross’s hand.

“Eek, what!?” Cross blushed awkwardly, but his expression soon twisted in pain.

It was because Sariera poked the blister on Cross’s palm that had bled.

“I work late at night often too. I know that you have been trying harder than anyone else, requesting the instructors to open the training field at night and making extra effort. But even so, you got a skill level of 0 during the award ceremony. Although it is said that the number of initial skills can increase somewhat during pre-job training for ‘Occupational Classes’… In your case, you broke the law of at least one skill manifesting by getting 0. That’s how difficult it is to learn skills as ‘Jobless.'”

“…”

Cross’s eyes teared up, denying all the effort he had put in so far.

“But… But we don’t know what will happen from now on! The result of training may come out tomorrow… And if ‘Jobless’ is an ‘Occupational Class’ that only exists one in millions of people, then the information should be limited, maybe there are some other special advantages…”

Cross clung desperately to his ideals and came up with some arguments on the spot.

“Hmm… You are so stubborn…”

Sariera was at her wit’s end with Cross’s pleading, like a discarded puppy.

“Headmaster! Good, you’re here!”

A guild staff member came running over, looking flustered from the other side of the corridor.

Ignoring Cross’s presence entirely, the staff member interrupted and whispered something in Sariera’s ear.

“What…!?

Sariera widened her eyes, as if she had completely forgotten about Cross’s presence.

In the next moment, her usual calm demeanor disappeared, and she gasped in surprise.

“Those guys said, ‘If you make us wait for an hour, we might as well blow up one or two school buildings, right?'”

“Guh…!? Do I have to steel myself…!? Fine… Hey, you! Arrange for some herbs with calming effects and a skilled healer who knows recovery magic for when my stomach gets punctured! And tell those guys we’ll be there in about thirty minutes!”

“What, can’t you go right away?”

“I need to prepare myself mentally!”

Frantically yelling, Headmaster Sariela turned to Cross, who was dumbfounded by the sudden situation and holding his head.

“I’m sorry it’s an emergency. Anyway, the decision to expel you won’t be overturned. Cut your losses and start looking for a non-adventurer path. Damn it, why are they even in this town!?”

“What, wait a minute–“

Cross reflexively tried to follow her, but it was futile.

Sariela left the scene at the speed of an A-class adventurer, and even the guild staff couldn’t catch up with her to chase after her, leaving Cross alone in the hallway, lost like a child.

“Expelled, but…”

He clenched the expulsion recommendation letter given to him by the guild. That’s when he heard a voice.

“Hehehe. You still haven’t given up on being an adventurer at this point?”

“Huh!?”

A voice clearly annoyed came from behind Cross. When he turned around, there was Giselle String, the boss of the orphanage who always bullied him.

She was accompanied by several followers.

“Gi-Giselle…” Cross stuttered.