Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 147

[ 147. Intensive training (1) ]

#147

“Instead, there are conditions. For the rest of the month, sparring between you is forbidden.”

“Eh? why?”

Ronan tilted his head at the unexpected remark. Schlieffen paused as if he did not understand. Nabi Roze said.

“Because I definitely have to choose superiority and inferiority. The skills of the two of you are really similar. It’s good to practice sparring as usual, but try a slightly different approach this time.”

“Differently?”

“okay. For the rest of the month, I’m trying to figure out a way to grow so that I can firmly crush my opponent.”

“aha.”

Only then did Ronan understand Nabi Rose’s words and shrugged his eyebrows. This was another novel proposal. Clearing her throat, she began to speak openly.

“Most people get frustrated when their abilities don’t keep up with their ambitions. It’s a new concept to blessed people like you.”

“It’s the same for Instructor.”

“noisy. I want you to take this opportunity to feel the urgency and tenacity of ordinary people. I would do anything to become stronger…”

Butterfly Roze raised the corner of her mouth. His terrifying smile was like a scholar observing an interesting experiment.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spit on the floor screaming if I was your monkey, but I couldn’t bear it. Even if I died soon, I didn’t want to lose to Schlieffen. Ronan raised his hand and asked.

“But what if we really do ‘whatever’? Like drinking the blood of a newborn baby to improve muscle strength.”

“I wouldn’t even let them do it. I must have already killed it with my own hands. Do not be ashamed of your good nature.”

“Ugh…”

Ronan’s face turned red. Those were the words he had said just the other day while looking at Elizabeth. Butterfly Rosé smiled as if that figure was cute.

“You are strong. Both are good enough. To be honest, I’m confident that about 70 percent of the gossips out there won’t be your opponents.”

“Still, it’s an official position, but there are so many assholes?”

“okay. But it’s not just nerds gathering. Because the world is wide and there are many talented people. Among the remaining 30%, there might be a swordsman strong enough to pin you down…”

Naviroze dragged his words. She looked at the two of them again.

“…Maybe there’s a next swordsman to push the old cat away.”

A look of sorrow hung over her beautiful face. As expected, it seemed that he had not yet fully recovered from the despair of not being able to defeat Zaifa.

‘Well, it’s not a wound that can be healed so easily.’

Her shaking eyes seemed to be talking to her. The swordsman should be one of the two. Nabi Rose, who was silent for a moment, opened her mouth.

“Then break up. You don’t have to come to class for the rest of the month.”

Notice is over. Ronan and Schlieffen left the arena and went to the campus. The sunset, seeping through the steeples, flowed down the street. Schlieffen, who had been walking without a word, opened his mouth.

“I have no intention of losing to you.”

“Who is it?”

“Please do your best, Ronan. I will too.”

Ronan, who had been walking forward, turned his head. Schlieffen was already staring at him.

Although he was serious about everything, his face looked even more serious today. It’s not even embarrassing. Ronan looked forward again.

“Why are you so obsessed? Are you trying to find the Holy Sword?”

“Finding the holy sword is one of Grancia’s long-cherished wishes.”

“It was real… what the hell is that holy sword? No one has seen it, but does it really exist?”

“I’m not sure it exists. I just don’t know what power it holds.”

Schlieffen was a firm believer in the existence of the Holy Sword. At this point, I started wondering what the knife was doing.

It would be nice if it was a sword that could tear the protection of the stars no matter who it was. Then it won’t be a problem if this bastard rolls instead of me. Schlieffen continued.

“But why I go all out has nothing to do with it.”

“Then why?”

“I don’t want to lose to you. That’s all.”

“It’s good that you’re honest.”

Ronan chuckled. This was my favorite thing about this kid. Even though he has already reached a high place, he never settles down. Dark blue eyes always look upwards.

“But what if you suck your fingers at Phileon?”

Ronan giggled. Instead of answering, Schlieffen smiled lightly. It was around the halfway point. Suddenly, Schlieffen swerved.

“I have business, so I will go the other way. I wish you luck.”

“Strive hard for a month.”

Schlieffen is gone. Ronan trudged along the road leading to the dormitory by himself. The elongated shadows kept pace with him.

“Fuck.”

I pretended to be calm, but when I was alone, I started to worry about this and that. Nabi Roje’s proposal certainly made sense.

I don’t know if it’s because my body has become lighter because of Haeju, but I can’t deny the fact that my hatred has lessened compared to before.

‘Perhaps that bastard is stronger than me now.’

Ronan twitched his lips. Schlieffen now could have been stronger than he was. No, it was much more likely to be strong. Even if I had a tumor removed with Haeju and my body grew, it was not something I could easily fill in the gap of two years.

‘I’m not the type to wish for good luck.’

It wasn’t too difficult to predict what kind of growth that unlucky genius would achieve in two years. I’m sure this time, I’ll be focusing on training like an obstinate. Because that bastard is Schlieffen.

Come to think of it, Schlieffen was overwhelmingly superior in this match. Being the eldest son of the Grancia family was a position where everything he wanted could be picked up if he stretched out his hand. He would eat all the good things, receive all kinds of support, and train intensively.

‘I have to press down for sure.’

On the other hand, Ronan’s situation was not so relaxed. In order to develop enough to press Schlieffen within a month, I had to save time to eat and poop. He was in the middle of making a plan carefully. Suddenly, a voice came from above.

“Ronan.”

It was a familiar beauty. Ronan raised his head. About ten paces away, a handsome young man was looking down at him with his back to the setting sun.

“You…”

Ronan frowned. The red, huge wings that sprouted from the young man’s back flapped at regular intervals.

His platinum hair fluttered in the occasional wind. It was a morbid but wonderful sight. All eyes of the students walking down the street were focused on the young man.

“What is that? Is it magic?”

“Are there any freshmen like that…?”

“He is very handsome.”

The surroundings were gradually becoming noisy, but the young man was calm. It seemed that it would take a longer time to understand the race of dragons. Ronan rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“…Come down at once.”

“Don’t speak to me in a commanding tone.”

“Damn… can you come down?”

The young man nodded and landed in front of Ronan. Exclamation burst out from everywhere as the wings folded and disappeared into the body. It was just a momentum to call all the students.

“Itargand. Walk around the academy as much as possible. Unless you wear a dragon written on your forehead.”

“Why should I?”

“Damn, I told you that if you want to be strong, you have to learn and try like a human being. It doesn’t matter if you put in effort, but if your true identity is exposed, it will have a significant impact on your learning.”

Itargand tilted his head. It was just overwhelming to have to tell them all of these things. You have to be patient. Ronan took a deep breath and continued.

“You are a dragon. Think of it the other way around. How would you feel if I polymorphed into a dragon and went to your city and found out I was human?”

“Right. got it.”

Fortunately, Itargandh had a good head. He understood at once that if they discovered that he was a dragon, the students would either be embarrassed or run away screaming. Itargand said.

“As you said, I went through the admissions process. Can this really make you stronger?”

“of course. It can’t be.”

Ronan nodded confidently. He urged Itargand to enter Phileon Academy. It was to keep the promise that I would teach you how to become stronger.

Kratyr was frightened, but somehow accepted his admission. Ronan desperately persuaded him, saying that a lion walking on two legs could teach the students, so why couldn’t a dragon take a class?

Thanks to that, Itargand attended Phileon Academy for a year. It was the first Dragon freshman since the school opened.

“As you said, the people here are quite high level. It is different from other inferior things.”

“Because it is a place where the continent’s best talents gather.”

“I will follow your suggestion. I don’t know what I can achieve in the same amount of time, but…”

Itargand licked his lips as if he didn’t understand. In fact, for him, a year was no different from a few days for humans.

The method Ronan suggested was to learn and try. It was an answer that was so simple and clear that humans would even feel the urge to kill when they heard it.

However, hard work and learning were a fairly rare concept for the Dragon race, which was basically perfected. In a way, it was similar to the ‘blessed class’ that Nabi Roze talked about earlier.

The talent of the body was already great, needless to say. red dragon. It was also a direct descendant of Navardoze, so it was natural in a way. Ronan had no doubts that Itargand could outperform the other dragons if he had the right mindset.

“good night. Then see you in a month.”

“one month? why?”

“A writer named Kratir told me to take a break because he has to talk about various things with the faculty. I had to go visit my mother, but it went well.”

Itargand said calmly. Ronan’s eyes widened. It seemed that he had found the last piece of the training method that was being completed step by step.

“So…you have one month left, right?”

“okay.”

Itargandh nodded. One corner of Ronan’s mouth went up. Dragon’s rapid growth speed A sparring opponent that can replace Schlieffen.

After a few words of conversation, they walked side by side to the club training ground. That day, Itargand did not return to the dragon city of Adren.

****

A month has passed like that. Ronan, who was covered in wounds, shouted as he raised his sword.

“Faster!”

“Aagh!”

Chew! The tip of Ronan’s sword passed through Itargand’s chest, making a shallow cut.