Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 158

158. Festival of Swords (1)

#158

“This is Sword Saint Jaipa.”

“ok? Zaifa?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. It was a completely unexpected person, so I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. At the same time, he seemed to understand why the boy had crawled all the way to the sword festival.

‘If it’s Jaipa, I can do that.’

I heard that Zaifa still wanders the continent under the orders of the emperor. The only thing he could definitely stay somewhere for a certain period of time was the sword festival. The boy nodded.

“yes. Master gave it to Zaifa as a gift out of awe. He said that he would like me to use it at the festival of the sword, if possible…”

Apparently, the person called the teacher had a deep relationship with Zaifa. Well, since he was a man called the strongest swordsman of all time, it would be even more strange that he had no admirers. Ronan, who suddenly remembered the sword Jaifa usually carried, touched his chin with his index finger.

“I see…but isn’t it too small for a gypa to use?”

It was a fairly large longsword, but it was human standards. It seemed like he had gotten bigger in the two years I hadn’t seen him, but when I heard the Zypa, I thought it might look like a toy. The boy let out a meaningful laugh and shook his head.

“Uh-huh… it might seem that way. But it’s not. This sword has a special ability.”

“ability? Will you sing a song if I touch you?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you the details. Master told me to show it in person only after meeting Zaifa.”

said the boy firmly. I thought he was a nerdy guy, but surprisingly he had a sharp side. Ronan didn’t bother asking. I wasn’t too curious.

‘You son of a bitch…’

However, the swollen face was against the planting. The bare skin exposed through the cracks in the torn clothes and the blood flowing there. Ronan sighed and took out a bottle of potion from his inside pocket.

“I understand, so please don’t hurt me.”

“That’s a potion?! are you okay! I really…”

“I have a disease of beating someone who makes me say the same thing three times. Until you pee”

“Sum…!”

The boy kept his mouth shut. Ronan started to apply the potion on his finger with a nonchalant face. Baren’s special potion healed the wound in an instant. I was in the middle of examining the wound on my shoulder.

‘hmm?’

Ronan noticed that the boy’s overall injuries were minor. There was no break anywhere, and it didn’t look like there was any internal injury. Considering the rookie hunters’ physique, it was a very light injury.

“The injuries are few for being beaten by those big guys. Have you been beaten a lot?”

“Ahaha…yes. I did it a little bit wisely. Because our teacher is also a rough person.”

“However, to beat up a kid like you is a fool who has nothing to do. It’s done.”

Ronan finished the treatment by rubbing the potion on the boy’s cheek. As the bruises subsided and the swelling subsided, a rather smooth face appeared. She looked weak like a girl, which was definitely not a good match for a swordsman.

‘Grey hair and brown eyes. It’s a strange combination.’

Her gray-white hair was like snow covered with ashes. Confirming that the wound and pain had disappeared, the boy widened his eyes. He began groping his face as if he had witnessed a miracle.

“Three goodies… I don’t feel any pain anymore.”

“I’ll finish it. The lion that made it is not an ordinary person.”

“Thank you. thank you. This grace…”

“It’s done. Do delivery or something.”

Ronan waved his hand in annoyance. It wasn’t something I wanted to do in the first place. The boy bowed at a right angle and started packing up quickly. Ronan, who was looking at the figure, shrugged his eyebrows.

“Are you going to leave now?”

“Ah yes! If I walk diligently from now on, I think I will arrive tomorrow evening. I need to finish my business and go back.”

“You can come with us. I can guarantee a level of safety.”

“Thank you very much, but I will only be grateful. I can’t cause any more trouble. I will never forget you.”

The boy bowed his head again. I was very anxious, but I couldn’t hold on to it on my own, even though I said I would. Ronan asked, scratching his head.

“What is your name?”

“It is different. Is that…?”

“Ronan. Say hello to Zaifa when you see him. Let’s clear up the misunderstanding over a drink.”

“Oh, am I wrong…? With Jaifa?”

Darman’s face hardened. It wasn’t something to be proud of. Ronan, who nodded lightly, motioned for him to go quickly.

“There is such a thing. If it’s burdensome, you can’t do it.”

“…No, I’ll be sure to tell you. I will not forget today’s grace. Mr. Ronan.”

“good.”

Having said that, Darman turned around. He looked back every three steps and greeted Ronan. Ronan only turned around when he saw Darman disappear behind a tree.

He suddenly noticed that all the clutter in the mess had disappeared. Even pieces of torn sleeping bags and crushed sandwiches were all gone. Except for the bonfire that went out, there was no trace of Darman left.

‘He’s a strange guy.’

Only the bloodstains and the six arms tell us that what just happened wasn’t a dream. He was a guy who gave a bizarre impression in many ways, including going to Parzan for delivery.

Ronan put out the campfire by covering it with dirt. He was looking up at the starry sky. Passasak. A rustling sound came from behind.

“hmm?”

Ronan turned his head with his hand on the hilt. The approaching energy was unusual. Did a beast come? It was the moment when La Mancha’s blade was pulled out of the scabbard. A familiar face appeared between the overlapping trees.

“what?”

Ronan raised his eyebrows. Schlieffen met his eyes and stopped in place. He, too, was clutching at the hilt of his sword, ready to unleash it at any moment.

“Ronan. Were you in a place like this?”

“That’s what I want to ask, man. Why are you here?”

“I heard screams. The situation seems to have ended a long time ago.”

Schlieffen looked around and nodded as if he understood the situation. Ronan smirked.

“A while ago?”

It was too short a time to call it a long time. Schlieffen removed his hand from the hilt.

“okay. I couldn’t feel the presence of the screamer at all. Didn’t he leave long ago?”

“That’s right… it’s really been a while?”

Concentrating his mind, Ronan expanded his senses. I could feel the presence of three people about a hundred meters ahead. It was the rookie hunters he dealt with.

The bleeding must have been profuse. Eventually, one of them faded away like a candle. In the end, Darman’s presence was not felt.

“How are you?”

“Looks like one of the owners of this arm is dead. I still can’t feel the aura of anyone other than them…”

Schlieffen still couldn’t detect Darman. The fact that he, who is much more sensitive than Ronan, could not find it was a story that Darman was already far away. You don’t seem to be able to fight at all, but are your feet fucking fast? Ronan laughed at the absurd situation.

“Looks like you’re possessed by a goddamn ghost.”

“What happened?”

“I’ll talk to you as we go. Instructor Nabi Rose?”

“He returned a little while ago. He praised you for having more guts than you thought. What happened?”

“…Ha, that’s a story that really kills me.”

Ronan smiled. Looking back over my two lives, it was one of the most bizarre nights I could count on my hands. Two full moons and the naked body of the Master. An unidentified courier who visits Zaifa.

Ronan and Schlieffen took a step together. The way back was long, but it wasn’t boring at all because there was so much to talk about. The light of the stars shimmered through the sparsely stretched twigs.

****

It was two days later that Ronan and his party arrived at their destination. As we came out of the thick forest, we came to a field covered with short grass. Nabi Rose, who took a quick look around, encouraged the two of them.

“Everyone worked hard. You came exactly on time.”

The air was clear. The dawn that was ripening into the morning was still colored in a dark blue color. Seeing the twinkling lights across the field, Ronan raised an eyebrow.

“at las.”

It was Dran Farjan, one of the four villages that exist in Parjan. It was also a place that any swordsman who wanted to participate in the festival of swords had to stop by. Ronan’s gaze shifted to the back of the village.

“Is there a shrine at the top?”

“okay. It is a place that only those who have passed the ritual can go. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it, so it’s a new feeling.”

“It’s filthy high.”

Ronan chuckled. A huge mountain rose behind Dran Farzan. The mountain rising with a gentle slope was like a supporting stone supporting the sky. Parjan was a general term used to refer to the mountain and the sacred place above it.

Perhaps because of the high ground, Farzan’s appearance was bluish as if he were covered in a veil. The top of the mountain was dyed pure white with ice caps.

‘Come to think of it, those are…’

Suddenly, Ronan noticed that many people were crossing the field. All I could see were fifty people. As if they had promised, they were moving toward Gran Farzan.

Some were carrying torches, while others were walking with the setting stars as their lanterns. Each of them had a different appearance, but they all had one thing in common: they were wearing knives.

“Let’s go too.”

It looked like a procession of pilgrims reverently. After exchanging brief encouragements, the three moved in the direction they were going.

The field was wider than expected. No one spoke while walking, so only the sound of stepping on the grass reverberated around.

“You had a lot of trouble coming. If you are going to participate in the festival of swords, I would appreciate it if you could go straight to the plaza.”

When I arrived at the village, the surroundings were already bright. People who appeared to be guides were guiding the participants. The guide, who suddenly encountered Nabi Rose, sighed.

“It’s been a lot of hard work to come here… Huh! Nabi Rose?!”

“It’s easy. It must have been four years ago.”

“I am honored that you remember me. Even then, I guided them. I will take you to the trustees’ headquarters.”

“No, you don’t have to. This time, I came as a participant too.”

“…yes?”

The guide’s eyes widened. It was the same with Ronan and Schlieffen. Nabi Rose turned her back to the guide, who was eager to say something, and moved on. Ronan, dumbfounded, quickly caught up with her.

“What is it that even a person like Instructor could go out?”

“As long as you don’t make mistakes that are against the rules, there is nothing wrong with it. Is there a law telling me not to look for the Holy Sword?”

“That’s right, but it’s surprising. During the filtering process, there are also sparring between the participants, right?”

“Perhaps. It’s a consciousness based on skill.”

“I feel sorry for the person who will stick with the instructor. That’s great too.”

Ronan shook his head. I don’t know what kind of test I’ll give it, but this was no different from a massacre. They moved to the plaza following the guide’s instructions. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“This…”

People were crowded in a space the size of Phileon’s plaza. Ronan looked around and laughed. There were a lot more of them than expected.

“Did you filter and filter this?”

“…There are an unusually large number of them. The date of the event was also moved up, so what really happened?”

Nabi Rose also tilted her head as if wondering. Even people continued to gather. Ronan looked back at the two of them and said.

“I think I have a little left to start, but I will look around and come back. Trying to stay still hurts my spirit.”

“Do it.”

Nabi Rose muttered. Ronan stretched out and moved on. The energy of the two was so strong that there was no fear of losing them.

It was about five minutes after I had been wandering around. I heard a strange voice from behind.

“Who is this, isn’t this the hero who brought spring back to the islands?”