Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 14

14. Practical test (2)

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After being called, Darian turned around. Ronan, who had been glaring at him all along, pulled on the hilt. A few strands of silvery wire flashed in the air.

The lines brushed over Darrian’s scabbard and trousers. No one except Ronan saw his sword strike. It was the moment Darian stepped out.

Tuk…

“Hmm?”

Darrian’s scabbard snapped. The longsword, which lost its place to lean on, fell to the floor. The blade that touched the floor broke in half.

Clink!

It was like breaking glass or ceramics. A sharp metallic sound rang out loudly. Darian, who belatedly turned his head, widened his eyes.

“What is this!!”

The work of the Daruan workshop was rolling on the floor in two pieces of iron. But Darrian’s misfortune did not end there. The moment I turned around, my pants exploded.

Darian, who was instantly dressed in underwear, screamed.

“Huh uh uh uh!”

“Hey~ what the hell are you trying to show me?”

Ronan clapped from his seat. Pieces of pants that had been cut off fell to the floor like fallen leaves on an autumn day. The guide’s voice rang out again.

“Dairian Marshall de Mirrodin. Aren’t you there?”

“Damn it!”

If I continued like this, I would not be able to take the test and be disqualified. Darrian breathed heavily and clutched his head.

I couldn’t quite figure out what had happened. What happened? my sword! my pants!

Looking around like a madman, he pointed at Ronan’s waist and shouted.

“There! Give me your sword! right now!”

“You don’t like it?”

“this guy! Even if you pretend to be a commoner, you don’t know the subject! I belong to Baron Darrian…!”

“I don’t know if it’s the baron or the fuck, why do you want me to take mine when you can’t take care of your own things? Is it because Abby was born with poor custody?”

“What the…!”

Ronan spits on the floor and stands up. Surprised by the ferocity, Darrian hurriedly backed away. Ronan picked up the handkerchief that was on Marya’s head.

“Get away, you bastard! Do you know who I am!”

“I am not interested. Please take any tip I give you.”

Ronan strode closer and stuck a handkerchief into Darrian’s panties. Marja covered her mouth with both hands. The piece of cloth sticking out of the buttocks was wagging like a tail.

“It suits you well.”

“This Ino Ohm!”

Originally, it was done with a piece of paper with a bill written on it to a lady dressed in a sleazy outfit, but what about it?

The moment Darrian, who had lost his reason, was about to run away screaming, the announcement sound was heard again.

“If you don’t come in by the count of three, you will be disqualified. One… two…”

“I’m calling, so let’s go in.”

“Damn me!”

Darrian ran inside the door, almost crying. Returning to his seat, Ronan picked up a knife.

“What is that friend doing now? Would you like to sing a song?”

“Are you crazy…? No matter how much I have nothing to lose, what if I do something like that…!”

“At times like this, you should say thank you, man.”

“No matter how many pseudonyms you use, this is…! This…!”

Marya, who had turned white, tapped Ronan’s forearm. Covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes trembled. Ronan smiled and handed over the knife.

“Put your hands away and tell me.”

“…caught?”

After hesitating for a moment, Marja removed her hand from her face. The lips that were barely holding back a smile appeared.

Soon after, the loud laughter resounded, and the waiting candidates shrugged their shoulders.

“You crazy bastard…! Handkerchief hick, why are you putting a handkerchief in there…!”

“Hey, maybe it’s because she’s a vulgar commoner, and her laughter is vulgar. I’d rather have my farts sweeter.”

“Stop that! stop!”

Ronan imitated Darrian and encouraged her. Marja hugged the back of the chair and shook her feet.

It was the same as the other test takers who were holding back their laughter, so no one raised any objection to her laugh.

“Come in next person~”

Soon after, the guide sound rang out. It felt like less than 30 seconds had passed since Darian entered.

Marja wiped away her tears and jumped up from her seat. The sore cheeks and the tension of shame had long since disappeared.

“I will be back!”

Marja clenched her fists vigorously and then took a bold step forward. Blonde hair tied up in horsehair fluttered proudly.

Ronan, who moved to the front seat, waved his hand.

‘If you want to laugh, you have to laugh.’

Ronan laughed. It was exactly five minutes later when the door opened again.

****

Seven people were seated at a long table. They were the judges in charge of test room number 4. Krava Kratyr, an elderly gentleman who sat in the middle seat, stroked his beard and asked.

“How many are left?”

“Today there are only seventy-five people left.”

“That is very comforting. You are a cut.”

Kratyr sighed lightly. I couldn’t get a sense of how many applicants this was.

I should have listened to the professors telling me to keep my dignity as a principal, but I felt resentful of my past self for being stubborn.

“You have to cheer up. Even for the talents who will lead the continent in the future.”

“Yes, I know. But maybe it’s because I saw Mr. Schlieffen in the morning, I’m not full of spirit. Even though I know I shouldn’t be like this.”

“That too. The nickname of the morning star of the empire was not a waste.”

“Anyway, I don’t know what the hell he wanted to do. It looks fine, but really.”

Kratyr recalled the candidate who had entered the previous turn.

The boy, who came in wearing only a top and underwear (even with a handkerchief tucked under his pants), mumbled, asking if he could borrow a knife, and said, “This is not an entertainment district! Wahaha!” Hearing the words of the prayer hall instructor, he ran out crying.

“Still, the test taker who just came out was great. The future is promising.”

“Ah yes. Was it Marja Caravel? It was an amazing strong sword.”

“Thanks to such talented people, we feel rewarded. Looking at the record, I fell once, but honestly, it was at a level that I couldn’t understand.”

The judges agreed and nodded their heads in satisfaction. Marja showed the best skills among the test takers today.

Feeling a little better, Kratyr opened his mouth.

“Have the next candidate come in.”

The judges who were taking a break corrected their posture. The door opened with an announcement.

A boy with a strong physique walked in leisurely. His hair was messy and his eyes were ferocious, which did not give him a very good impression.

****

“Come in next person~”

The door opened and the exam room appeared. It was a circular space reminiscent of a small arena.

About 10 meters in front of them, a long table for the judges was placed horizontally.

Five humans, one elf and one werewolf. A total of seven judges were looking at him. Ronan lightly ignored it.

“This is Ronan.”

“Nice to meet you, Ronan. The current principal of Phileon Academy is Crava Kratir.”

The elderly gentleman sitting in the middle smiled softly.

It was a benevolent impression, but Ronan instinctively noticed that he was the strongest of the seven people here. It was thanks to the intuition trained in going back and forth between life and death.

‘The second is that older sister.’

To the right of the old gentleman sat a bronze-skinned woman. It was Instructor Nabi Rose who had once risen to the position of Swordsman.

Judging by his strong features and light gray hair, he seemed to be a native of the South or a mixed race. Beside her, a daetaedo (大太刀) that looked to be two meters tall was slung across the table.

‘They all look formidable.’

The presence of the two was so great that the rest of them were equally eminent figures.

I could tell just by looking at the number of piercings on the elf girl’s ears. crazy year. I never thought I’d use my long ears like that.

Kratyr said.

“So how are you going to prove yourself?”

“I…mmm…”

Ronan began to ponder as he touched his chin.

Despite training for a month, he couldn’t respond to mana and couldn’t develop anything to be called a skill. I was embarrassed and deliberately did not tell Marja or Asher.

At that time, the werewolf in the shirt laughed. He was an instructor in the prayer hall in charge of the hunting course.

“Wah ha ha! Even though there were students who were nervous and frozen, no one came in and worried. How about just seeing us next year?”

“You are in a hurry. Wait a minute.”

Ronan lowered his head and waved his hand. The judges’ faces hardened. The corner of the prayer compartment’s mouth was torn.

“Oh, one gut is worthwhile.”

After thinking about it, Ronan grabbed the hilt. No matter how much he thought about it, there was only one thing he could show.

If there’s anything fortunate about it, is it that inspiration came to him when he was fucking Darrian?

“Looks like you’ve made up your mind. Is it swordsmanship?”

“yes.”

Then the pierced elf girl snapped her fingers. A complex magic circle was formed in the air, and a knight in full body armor appeared in front of Ronan’s eyes.

Kratyr laughed and introduced the article.

“It’s a magical engineering doll that has been in charge of practical exams in the martial arts department for nearly a hundred years. We respectfully call him Sir Madoros.”

The practical test was conducted in such a way that the judges scored points after demonstrating the technique to Sir Madoros.

It was said that the specially treated armor was not even scratched by moderate attacks, and even if it was damaged, it would be restored overnight.

“That’s so amazing… hm?”

Ronan, who was looking at the article, tilted his head. The entire armor was full of scratches. A wound in a familiar form. Unable to overcome his curiosity, he raised his hand and asked a question.

“Did Schlieffen come and go here by any chance?”

“oh? How did you know?”

“I just took it. You said you wouldn’t get hurt from moderate attacks, but I’m here.”

“Heh, you have a good eye. That’s right. I took the test here this morning.”

also. Ronan nodded.

A mark as if a sharp yet graceful wind had cut through it. It was still immature, but it was undoubtedly Schlieffen’s sword mark. He realized all over again that he had returned.

‘It’s absurdly shallow and rough. I must have returned to the past.’

Kratir turned his gaze to Nabirosé, a copper-skinned woman sitting next to him.

“Yes, it’s been almost 30 years since Lord Madoros’ armor was damaged that much. Do you know who he was before that? This is…”

“Let’s proceed slowly.”

Nabi Rose, who had been silent all along, spat out. It was such a natural way of speaking that I didn’t even get the impression that it was rude.

Kratyr cleared his throat and looked at Ronan again.

“Sorry, it was long. Sir Madoros?”

Cheeky. The knight raised his sword at an angle and took a defensive stance.

Red eyes emanated from between the pitch black helmets. The judges’ eyes were focused on Ronan.

“Show me. all of you.”

“I see.”

Ronan tugged at the hilt. At the same time as the ink-colored blade flashed, his arm disappeared from sight.

The sword’s trajectory passed straight through the knight’s neck. Paaang! A belated gong sounded.

…that was all. One of the judges raised an eyebrow and asked.

“…is it over?”

“yes.”

Ronan inserted the knife. The judge who asked the question nodded disapprovingly.

The other judges had similar or bewildered looks on their faces. The prayer room burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! It’s not as good as confidence. I really think I’ll have to see this next year?”

“Instructor of the Prayer Hall. Keep your chest tight.”

“Ha ha, I’m sorry. But isn’t it really normal! Was it just me expecting it?”

The judges said nothing.

It was also true that I was looking forward to the lax attitude that even felt novel. However, Ronan’s technique did not feel any distinctive.

It was a quick cut. But that was it.

It wasn’t so fast that those who had strengthened their senses with mana missed it, and it wasn’t that they had outstanding technique.

However, it bothered me a little that I couldn’t feel the mana at all. Was it because she was born with secret mana, or was she unable to detect it because she was not feeling well today?

If it were the former, it might have been worth reconsidering, but it was highly unlikely.

One of the judges who finished scoring lowered his glasses and said.

“Yeah, good job. You can go now…”

“My God.”

At that time, Kratyr and Naviroze rose from their seats almost at the same time. The bewildered judges murmured.

“School principal?”

“Instructor Butterfly Rose? Why is the knife…?”

Principal Kratir, who had a lot of emotional expressions, was blunt, but it was unprecedented for Nabi Rose to show such a reaction.

Even Daetaedo was held in her hand. Butterfly Roze glared at Ronan.

“What are you?”

“yes? What?”

The bizarrely distorted expression of Butterfly Rosé looked like an enemy who killed her parents or a person who had found a treasure she had been searching for her whole life. she shot again.

“I asked what it was. Who did you learn the sword from?”

Ronan didn’t answer. He glanced at the judges’ faces once and scratched the back of his head.

“Huh, did you see that?”

“under.”

Nabi Roje laughed. She ran out without even stopping and stood in front of Ronan.

A cry of astonishment erupted from the mouth of the werewolf prayer box.

“I, Instructor Nabi Rose!”

Dae Tae-do, pulled out of the scabbard, was aiming at Ronan’s neck. The tip of the sword, which stopped at a distance of a sheet of paper, did not shake at all.

“woah.”

Ronan, who raised his gaze following the sword, was able to make eye contact with Butterfly Rosé. His eyes, which were dark green like those of a jungle, were burning.

Nabi Roze said.

“Did you see that?”

“yes. An incoming slash that rotates three times to the left side. How did you do it?”

For an instant, Butterfly Rose’s eyes shook. She opened her mouth without retracting her sword.

“Yes, three times. Just like the tricks you showed me.”

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