Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 160

160. The Festival of Swords (3)

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Ronan moved to the plaza he had left. I noticed it now, but there were quite a few people staring at me among the participants.

There were those who just glanced at each other, and there were those who flirted openly. Their eyes were filled with their own emotions. Envy, awe, jealousy…

Is it because, like the idiot said, he defeated the Witch of Winter? It wasn’t too bad, but it was very burdensome. Ronan raised his middle finger at the man who was glaring at him as if he were the enemy of his parents.

“What you looking at. You hairy bastard.”

“Hee-ik…!”

The man lowered his eyes and withdrew. Come to think of it, Darman was nowhere to be seen. Zaifado, whom he has decided to deliver. Of course, there were a lot of original people, so it wasn’t too much.

Ronan arrived at the plaza before long. Nabirose and Schlieffen were chatting while standing where they were before. They were very heavy people.

“I’m here.”

“You came just in time. Screams rang out from the direction you went. What happened?”

“Suddenly, some crazy guy took off his clothes on the street. Even the underwear is perfect.”

“Say it.”

Nabi Roze shook his head as if he was pathetic. Schlieffen, who had been listening quietly, nodded slowly. Suddenly, what he said, whether it was Pasha Donne or something, flashed through my mind. said Ronan, tapping him on the shoulder.

“You have to push yourself a little. I think I took away too much.”

“Suddenly, what are you talking about?”

“There is such a thing, man. As soon as we return to Phileon, come with me…”

“Will everyone pay attention?”

It was the car Ronan was trying to talk to. A hoarse voice echoed through the square. The people gathered in the square turned their heads in unison.

“what?”

“Yeah, thanks everyone. This way.”

An old man with some wrinkles was standing on a platform in front of the plaza. It was pitiful to see him supporting himself with a long sword as a staff. Nabi Rose raised her eyebrows as if she was interested.

“Huh… I guess something is going on. That old man came out himself.”

“Who is that?”

“Alogin. One of the seven elders who manage the Holy Land and Parjan. A swordsman who once rose to the position of a swordsman.”

“Are you such a fucking swordsman?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. It was a history that far exceeded expectations. Right now, even if you die from an arrow, it seems like it would be considered a natural death. An old man named Alogin continued.

“Thank you for coming here despite pushing the event ahead of schedule. I’ve heard that a similar group has gathered at Aran Farjan across the mountain. Undoubtedly, it will be the largest number of participants in nearly 100 years. The reason why we called you all together is…”

It was a gruff but powerful voice. Just by capturing the attention of swordsmen who have lived rough lives, you could see his strength. Alogin, who had been silent, opened his mouth.

“I will not deny the rumors floating around. The elders, including me, all had the same dream. It was a dream in which the holy sword we had been searching for so long appeared before us. There was no further explanation, but we all knew it was a holy sword.”

Alogin spoke of a strange dream. A meteor that fell to the holy land with a long tail. A sword that sprayed light while half buried in the ground.

It exactly matched the information the young man gave. The crowd began to murmur loudly. widely! Alogin drew their attention again by taking a shot at the platform with the tip of his sword.

“It was a wonderful dream. But when we woke up, we realized something and fell into bitterness. It was that none of us touched the Holy Sword. Most of them just watched the shining holy sword, and those who approached to touch it woke up. It wasn’t difficult to realize its meaning. Among us old men, there was no lumber to wield a holy sword.”

There was bitterness in Alogin’s voice when he said that. Ronan thought it was worth it. If you are a writer who has lived a proper life, no matter how old your body is, your heart will burn like fire.

widely! Alogin took another shot at the platform with the tip of his sword. Guides dressed in matching attire lined up in front of the podium. Several of them had large signs in their hands, all with numbers from 1 to 4 written on them. said Alogin.

“Then let’s begin the first test. Everyone, please follow the guide with your number.”

Guides without signs passed through the crowd handing out notes one by one. Even the twice-folded parchment had the numbers 1 through 4 written on it. Ronan’s party opened the note at the same time.

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“What is your name? Do you have a group you belong to?”

“Ronan. I am attending Phileon Academy.”

After hearing the question, Ronan answered calmly. The guide smiled kindly only after confirming that the marble he was holding did not show any reaction.

“Haha, I knew that. There’s no way I don’t know the hero who saved Jedo from winter. It’s just a convention, so don’t worry too much about it.”

“are you okay. I am suffering.”

Ronan left the guide behind him and went inside the door. There was a space reminiscent of the first arena of Phileon Academy. The people who came in earlier were talking in groups of twos, threes, and fives.

There were a few guys who looked weak, but most of them were guys who lived on a knife and rice, so the spirit they gave off was not easy. Ronan’s gaze, which was looking around, reached the young man with his arms folded alone in the corner.

“hey.”

“Are you here now?”

Schlieffen turned his head. Ronan strode forward and leaned next to him. I felt that people’s eyes were focused. Ronan sighed and said.

“Are you going to ask the instructor? What is your name and affiliation?”

“Perhaps. I heard there are no exceptions.”

“It’s worth it. Among those who eat knives, are there any children who don’t know that older sister?”

It was funny. Schlieffen nodded as if to agree. Ronan and he took number 4 and Nabi Rose pulled out a note with number 1 written on it. Guides with signs took them to different places.

Because there were so many participants, it was to split the number of people to take the test. They meticulously checked the identities of the participants before entering the testing room.

All questions and answers were conducted in front of a magic tool that checked whether the target’s words were false, and if the magic tool reacted even a little, they were kicked out. It was the marble the guides were holding. Ronan stuck out his tongue and grumbled.

“I’m just looking at that dirty meticulously. I don’t know why you bother doing this.”

“Probably to prevent those who are banned from entering.”

“ok? Are there any idiots like that?”

“okay. Right now, if you look at Instructor Nabi Roze’s Baro Swordsman from the previous generation, isn’t it?”

Schlieffen said calmly. Hearing the story for the first time, Ronan tilted his head. Come to think of it, Alogin hadn’t particularly tried to find out about the previous generation’s Sword Saints. Schlieffen shrugged his eyebrows.

“Croden, the storm sword. Haven’t you heard of it?”

“It seem to be like that.”

“Well, it could be because the Empire doesn’t like his existence itself. Strong is also strong, but he was notorious for his cruelty. In the festival of swords, he killed all participants except himself for not being chosen by the holy sword.”

“I’m not a pure madman.”

Ronan chuckled. Hearing the child’s case, it seemed like he could understand why the tests were so meticulous. Schlieffen continued.

“It was after defeating him that Nabi Roje became famous in earnest. It was because he had been in the position of the swordsman for nearly 40 years. By making him fall from his position as the swordsman, he became a criminal who had to pay the price for his sins.”

“It’s wonderful. So are you dead now? That Crawden or something.”

“Perhaps. After being pursued by the Imperial Knights, the last sighting was to see him jump off a cliff that was impossible to survive. If they were still alive, they would all be dying old people.”

Schlieffen mentioned several other people who were banned from entering the Festival of Swords. Ronan nodded at the interesting story. After all, the world is wide and there are many crazy people.

Participants continued to come in. Even though they were divided into four groups, there seemed to be well over a hundred people. I heard that there is another village called Aran Farjan that serves as a gathering place just like here, but I wondered how many people would gather there. It was the car he was about to take out and clean. A familiar voice came from not far away.

“Ah, nice ass.”

“hmm?”

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound. The white-haired girl I saw earlier was standing right next to me. An old sword hilt poked out of her lion-like hair.

“you…!”

His eyes widened wide. I didn’t notice the approaching sign at all. The girl who looked at Ronan and Schlieffen alternately nodded in satisfaction.

“As expected, a good-looking kid is also handsome. Do you like it.”

“Were you…a real contestant?”

“You said so. I don’t lie.”

It was like asking something like that. Schlieffen, who was looking down at the girl, opened his mouth.

“Who is this child?”

“I don’t know either. It’s the strange pervert I met earlier.”

“You speak harshly. I was just trying to give you information about the first test.”

The girl pursed her lips. Upon hearing that it was the first test, the two raised their eyebrows. said Ronan.

“How do you know that?”

“I am not the first here. But actually, the first test is not special. It’s a very simple test to weed out fools who aren’t qualified to wield a sword. At best, it would split a hard stone.”

The girl pointed all over the arena and said. It was the location where the stone was placed. It was a confident tone, as if pointing out the direction of the rising sun.

“…Really?”

“Because I don’t lie. Again and again, the first test was splitting stones. Just come over there.”

The two looked in the direction the girl was pointing. A man dressed slightly better than the other guides was striding along. He caught the participants’ attention by clapping. match! All eyes were focused on the man.

“Thank you all for coming. Then, let’s finish the harvest and tell you about the first test.”

The story unfolded quickly, perhaps knowing that I was tired of waiting. He looked around at the participants and opened his mouth.

“There are exactly one hundred people gathered here. Everyone has at least one weapon, so there must be at least a hundred arms. Please reduce the number of these weapons to ten.”

“what?”

“You don’t have to choose the means and methods. Bloodshed will not be stopped, according to the age-old tradition of the Ceremony of the Sword. No matter what method you use, as long as there are ten or fewer weapons left at the end.”

It was completely different from what the girl said. Far from being easy, it was a test that was sure to splatter blood. Ronan and Schlieffen looked down at the girl at the same time. She quietly averted her gaze and murmured softly.

“…sometimes there are exceptions.”