Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 148

[ 148. Intensive training (2) ]

#148

A month has passed. Even though it was just dawn, the training ground of the limited-class adventure club was burning with heat. 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. Red blood gushed along the wound.

His body was also a wreck, no different from Ronan’s. Enraged, Itargand’s pupils narrowed vertically.

“You damn human!”

“Ugh… The most important thing in hand-to-hand combat is judgment… Heo-eok Anticipate what the opponent will do and act.”

“die!”

Itargand aimed at Ronan and stretched out his arm. The bracelet wrapped around her wrist flickered. A magic circle was drawn in front of his hand, and scarlet flames poured out like an explosion.

Aaaa! A torrent of vermilion swallowed Ronan’s form. Adeshan, who was watching the two of them fight while wearing sunglasses, put his hands together and brought them to his lips.

“Itargand. You have to learn to control your anger. There are still a lot of gaps in the movement!”

“Shut up, bitch. Do not meddle with me!”

Itargand threatened. Sparks flew from his mouth. Then the pouring flames split in half. Itargand’s eyes widened.

“shit…! Didn’t you get hit?”

“This bastard. Didn’t I tell you not to talk to that person?”

I heard Ronan’s voice in front of me. But Itargand could not see him. The crescent moon-shaped sword that flew through the flames had reached his own eyes before he knew it.

“Keugh!”

Itargand stopped the spell with a clenched fist and hurriedly pulled back. He knew better than anyone else that sword energy could not be blocked by a shield.

Chow! The sword passed past his shoulder. At the same time, wings spread from Itargand’s back. In hand-to-hand combat, there was little chance of victory. He was about to take flight.

“It took.”

thud! Ronan, who was running in front, stamped the ground with his right foot. Itargand’s feet shone brightly. Suddenly unable to move, he lowered his gaze.

“What the fuck?”

Glistening roots wrapped tightly around his legs. A dagger that glowed white was embedded in a location about three steps away. It was Ymir, a dagger that could copy an aura. Itargand gritted his teeth.

“this…!”

“It was a waste. If I had flown, I would not have known again.”

I heard Ronan’s voice right in front of me. Itargand hurriedly turned his head.

Ronan was already one step closer. It was the moment La Mancha’s blade was about to reach his neck. Ugh! Itargandh’s form distorted and he disappeared from sight.

“How come the days are getting stronger by the day.”

After confirming the victory, Ronan sighed. A black bracelet was also worn on his arm.

It was a space-type magic tool that was useful even when training with members before Haeju, which detected fatal injuries and moved the user. Ronan looked back at Adeshan and said.

“Huu…how will the history be with this?”

“It’s 133 wins in 152 matches. Itargand’s win rate is increasing.”

“A dragon is a dragon. I am not wrong either.”

Ronan smiled. Taking a breath, he took off his jacket and threw it away. After an hour of fighting, sweat was pouring down my body like rain. Adeshan sighed.

“Roronan…”

“Whoa…It’s hot. What’s wrong, senior?”

“…no. My body has improved a lot.”

Adeshan turned his head and glanced at Ronan. I didn’t think it was polite to ignore it. The body trained during training reminded me of a statue carved by a master.

Her shoulders, which were originally wide, were splayed at right angles to her neck, and veins protruded three-dimensionally on her forearms, which were noticeably thicker. Is this enough to be similar to the days when you rolled as punishment soldiers? Ronan tilted his head.

“is it so? I don’t know.”

“It’s better. I think it’s definitely fine. your training.”

“Thanks to you and the dragon. Did you have anything to point out this time?”

Ronan asked. Adeshan, who drool for a moment, opened her mouth.

“Hmm… pretty basic skills and techniques are already on track. I think I just need to pay more attention to the new swordsmanship I discovered. Would you mind loosening up your left shoulder a bit for the fifth thrust?”

“aha. like this?”

Ronan immediately cast the savior’s sword technique 2 seconds. Seven comet-like stabs pierced the air and returned to the scabbard. Fain! A belated gong sounded. Feeling that his movements were much smoother than before, Ronan laughed.

“Senior is a genius. How the hell do you see this?”

“Huh, I just have better eyesight than others.”

Adeshan smiled. She readily accepted the request to become their coach and was looking after Ronan and Itargand every morning.

I wasn’t as close to him as I used to be because I was busy with the student council president’s job, but he was extremely helpful. She clapped her hands as if remembering something and held out a water bottle to Ronan.

“You really should drink this.”

“Ah… Damn it. Can’t you just not drink it?”

“huh. You said you have to drink it regularly to see the effect.”

The liquid in the bottle was not water. Seeing Adeshan’s tightly pursed lips, compromise seemed impossible. It reminded me of my older sister who pushed me in saying that it was good for the body.

“Uh…”

Ronan, reluctantly accepting the bottle, gulped down the liquid in it. The slightly bitter liquid turned into formless energy as soon as it passed through the esophagus and spread throughout the body.

His strength rose quickly, and the wounds all over his body began to heal. It was a potion received from the Dancing Mule Workshop as a reward for bringing back spring.

“Ugh.”

“Does it seem to have an effect? The amount of mana flowing through the body has noticeably increased.”

“There is no taste head like this, but of course it has to be effective.”

At that moment, angry shouts rang out loudly. Ronan and Adeshan turned their heads at the same time. bang! The door to the club building was smashed open.

“shit!”

It was a place set as a respawn point. A scarred Itargand huffed out. He looked around and shouted at Ronan.

“You impostor! What did you do again this time!”

“It’s hard to say that you’re a cheater. Taking advantage of given tools to catch people off guard is an obvious human strategy.”

“This time, I’ll destroy your vile trick once and for all. Come on!”

“Let’s do this for today. I have to go to class soon.”

“…Damn it!”

Hearing the word class, Itargand reluctantly withdrew. Ronan’s class was a sacred time that should not be invaded no matter what, so it was thanks to brainwashing.

He drank the same potion Ronan drank at once and left the training ground. bang! bang! bang! The sound of going up the stairs resounded loudly. Ronan, who was looking at his back, opened his mouth.

“I’ll leave it like that and come back tonight.”

“huh.”

It was obvious without looking. Adeshan nodded as if he was used to it now. That friendly spirit was Itargand’s greatest strength.

Ronan’s special training method was simple. They fight a lot. Eat a lot of good things. Get the right posture.

The food he received from defeating the witch was enough. Among the gifts from the guild or the alchemy industry, there were numerous expensive potions and elixirs.

After a lot of hard work, Ronan succeeded in reducing the amount of them by half. Every time I opened my mouth, the smell of herbs wafted out.

It was entirely Adeshan’s help to get me in the right posture. She assisted Ronan with a sense that was incomparably superior to that of two years ago.

The Dalian opponent was in charge of the members and Itargand by turns. Everyone’s skills improved so much that we learned something every time we sparred.

In particular, Asher has become really strong and has reached a level where he can be defeated in an instant if he doesn’t do it sincerely. It seemed that he was receiving the Winter Witch’s teachings well.

‘Still, dragons are the best.’

However, the best sparring opponent was Itargand. He was basically strong, had a desire to be strong, and above all, he was a fucking fast learner.

“That bastard. Have you already passed the Sword Expert level?”

“huh. I shot the sword the first time I held the hilt.”

Ronan grinned. Seducing Itargand on the street at sunset a month ago was a really good choice.

Hand-to-hand combat magic sword… This arrogant red dragon was absorbing the knowledge he taught and becoming Ronan’s rival to Schlieffen.

It was also an advantage that the level was right because it was still a moderately young dragon. If it was an adult red dragon, it would have been training, fucking, and turning to ashes and being blown away by the spring breeze.

Ronan was learning the strength of a dragon and Itargand was learning how to fight a human, so both sides benefited in many ways. Suddenly thinking of Schlieffen’s face, Ronan opened his mouth.

“Is the child doing well?”

“maybe. Because he is the minor duke of Grancia.”

“You didn’t even come to my house, did you?”

“huh. As far as I know, yes.”

“You train so hard that you don’t even show your face.”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. He hadn’t seen Schlieffen in a month. Even after searching, only rumors that he had left Phileon after explaining the situation to Kratyr could only be vaguely heard.

“Even though I’m worried, I’m looking forward to it. Because it is already tomorrow.”

“Oh, it already happened.”

Ronan widened his eyes. Living so busy, I forgot that tomorrow was the final day. Adeshan said.

“How about taking a good rest today? Training is good, but I like to adjust my condition the day before. You’ve been running non-stop until now.”

“Umm…is that right?”

Ronan nodded. It was a valid argument. Well, if you overdo it the day before and get sick, there’s nothing so unfair. Putting on his jacket again, he turned to Adeshan and said.

“Who do you think will win?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t do that, try guessing. You are good at this.”

“I really don’t know. Both of them are geniuses who will mark the era. But…”

Suddenly Adeshan turned around. She reached out and gently stroked Ronan’s head. This was quite embarrassing. Adeshan, who stared straight into Ronan’s eyes, opened his mouth.

“I want you to win.”

Ronan didn’t answer. It would have been correct to say that he couldn’t because he was speechless. Suddenly, Adeshan’s face turned red like an apple. After spitting it out, he seemed to realize belatedly that he had done something very embarrassing.

“Then suffer. I’ll go…!”

She left the training ground with both hands covering her face. Ronan laughed. It seemed that the rapid beating of his heart wasn’t just because he was fighting fiercely with Itargand.

“…her.”

He stood still for a while before returning to the dormitory. The last day passed quickly.

It was finally tomorrow. To be honest, it didn’t really matter if it was a sword festival or not.

‘Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve been attached since Haeju. damn bastard.’

Just as the bastard had said, only the feeling of not wanting to lose even if he died remained and pulsed rapidly. Ronan, who was lying on the bed, looked up at the ceiling and murmured.

“wait. You unlucky bastard.”

My heart was pounding so I couldn’t sleep. Ronan was able to sleep after swinging his sword a thousand more times in each direction. The belated fatigue led him into a deep depression.

It was not until the next morning that half of the Dawning Corps pursuing Nebula Clazier had been destroyed.