Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 24
24. For my sister (3)
#24
Kratyr pulled the air. The background space was torn away like a curtain.
The empty landscape disappeared, revealing a large plaza full of people. The crowd who came face to face with the freshmen cheered for the sky to leave.
“nice to meet you! Juniors!”
“Is there anyone interested in Sky Alchemy…?”
“If you are a martial arts major, please join the tourney club!”
They were all wearing school uniforms. Phileon 786. They were seniors in the second year of Phileon Academy, who had entered Ronan’s rider a year earlier.
Seeing the crowd of students, Ronan frowned.
“Are all those people our ancestors?”
“A lot…”
Asher exclaimed with his mouth open. I heard that it was only one rider, but it seemed to be hundreds. Probably because of the small number of wizards, most of them were wearing martial arts uniforms.
“I’ll explain in case anyone doesn’t know. The face-to-face ceremony is a place to greet and exchange shout-outs with the seniors of the upper class, which you will see the most during your school life in the future.”
Kratyr stroked his beard and continued his explanation. It was a so-called venue for friendship between seniors and juniors.
After exchanging light greetings, he said that events such as an award banquet for excellent performers were being prepared. At that time, a loud voice rang out from the second year camp.
“Hahaha! I heard that there is a guy who beat the rising star of the empire this year? Let’s stick together!!”
The group of sophomores split on both sides, and a boy reminiscent of a bear stepped forward. Currently ranked #2. The previous jockey, the head of the martial arts department, was Braum Biodan.
“Braum! Braum! Braum! Braum!”
Martial arts students chanted his name. Braum, who came to the front, posed with his forearm bent. The muscles, reminiscent of tree trunks, seemed ready to rip out of the school uniform at any moment.
Kratyr laughed as he touched his beard.
“Haha, Braum-kun is still the same. Are you increasing the weight of the sword well?”
“yes!! thanks to everyone!! I succeeded in increasing my weight to 120 kg!!”
“Good. Shall we set the stage for a light greeting?”
Kratyr gestured into the air again. This time it was like grabbing something and pressing it.
-Koo-gu-gu-gu!
Suddenly, as if an earthquake had occurred, the plaza vibrated and the floor began to sink around Kratyr. The professors were also caught up in the erosion, but they kept their seats without changing their expressions.
Before long, a huge circular space with a radius of about 200 m was created. The new students who were watching the arena that appeared in an instant burst into admiration.
“What is this?”
“It’s awesome…!”
On the other hand, the sophomores were not so surprised. It’s a sight I’ve already seen last year, but I’m sure I’ll see a lot more scenes while living in Phileon.
“Ughhh. Last year, we did too.”
“Don’t be too surprised, friends!”
Rather, to them, the round-eyed freshmen were a far more interesting spectacle. Cratir shouted.
“Then, I will proceed with greetings from the martial arts department first. I’ll call the top 10, so please come down to the arena. First, the freshman martial arts chief! Schlieffen Siniban de Grancia!”
“Waaaaaa!”
The crowd of freshmen parted ways and Schlieffen walked out. Cheers erupted from all sides. Indeed, it was as popular as the morning star of the empire. Ronan’s name was called in the very next order.
“Next! Freshman Martial Arts Course second place! Ronan!”
“Waaaaaa!!”
“Ayy, be surprised.”
Cheers broke out, not unlike before. Surprised by the unexpected reaction, Ronan bit his tongue. He mumbled as if he was bewildered and stepped up to the arena.
“…Nimi said it was a light greeting?”
Unbeknownst to him, he was very popular with students, especially the sophomores. There was no student who did not know the story of a boy who appeared like a comet and took first place in practical skills.
“Hey, hey, look at his jawline. I will cut the apples too.”
“Wow… he’s handsome. Won’t you kneel down next to Schlieffen?”
“Are you from commoners? I don’t have a last name.”
Kratir called the students from both martial arts departments in order of grades. A total of 20 students stepped onto the stage.
Ronan looked around. He could easily spot Iril sitting in the front seat, waving his hands. Then a familiar voice came from the other side.
“hey! A long time!”
“Marya.”
“If you cut your hair, you should have told me you cut it. Even while watching it, it was long.”
Among the students named was Marja, who finished 9th. If it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her in a long time, she was wearing a lively ponytail. Marja turned around in place and said,
“How about a school uniform? suited?”
“huh.”
Ronan nodded. Thanks to her superior body shape, she was able to dress well. Marja let out a cheerful laugh and tapped Ronan’s forearm.
“Your hair suits you so well! That’s what I’m going to do!”
“I hate it because it’s awkward.”
“What did you do while I couldn’t see you? Is there a reason you suddenly started decorating?”
Marja asked, narrowing her eyes. Ronan remembered what had happened over the past 15 days.
After virtually destroying a branch of the poacher organization, Sheeta, a monstrous creature that you can’t even guess what it was, woke up from the egg. Schlieffen fell in love with his older sister, who brought him with him, and he heard information about the secret forge of the Grancia family.
Ronan shook his head.
“hmm. Nothing happened.”
“Hmm? More suspicious…?”
Marja tilted her head in doubt. said Ronan.
“But what are you doing now? I was suddenly called out and told to fight.”
“What is it, it’s one of the regular face-to-face events. Don’t you know about ‘light greetings’?”
“It’s not light at all.”
Marja closed her eyes and shook her head. Ronan’s ignorance had long since become accustomed to it. She gestured and explained the ‘light greeting’.
“In short, this is a declaration ceremony.”
“Well, you can see that. It’s rare for a freshman to beat a sophomore.”
A light greeting was the main event of the entrance ceremony. A place where freshmen and those with excellent grades in the top jockey practice sparring and show off each other’s skills. Ronan nodded.
“Not bad. Originally, sword fighting is the way to become close.”
“i think so too. By the way, really… did you cut your hair just because it was supposed to?”
“Because it is.”
Marja drooled. She went back to her seat without ever letting go of her suspicious eyes.
Ronan shrugged. I couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with his hair.
Year 1 and Year 2 stood facing each other. Kratyr said.
“Now then, first year students, please start nominations! From Mr. Schlieffen!”
Without saying a word, Schlieffen extended his finger and pointed at the young man in front of him. It was Nasudo, who currently occupied the first place in the second year.
Nasudo calmly nodded as if he had expected it. It was Ronan’s turn to nominate. A bear standing in front of him laughed heartily.
“Hahaha! You’re second to that rumor! Nice to meet you Ronan!!”
2nd place in the 2nd year martial arts department. It was Braum Viodan. Ronan shrugged his eyebrows in interest. Braum’s back was stuffed with a greatsword almost the size of Ronan.
“It kills the knife.”
“Oh oh! Can you see the coolness of this guy at a glance! I thought I could talk to you as well!! Come on, nominate me!”
Ronan nodded. Braum groaned and raised his arms. Cheers erupted from the audience again.
‘This friend seems to be expecting a lot, but it’s a pity.’
Seeing Braum’s excited face, Ronan laughed bitterly. Regardless of who was the opponent, the match would be over in seconds. If you shake it, it’s okay. That was Braum’s future.
It was the car Ronan was about to turn around.
“I have such a big difference in physique… is it okay?”
“hmm?”
The face of my sister, who was at the front of the audience, was terrified. Come to think of it, he had never shown Irill how to wield his sword.
‘hmm. Not worth worrying about.’
Iril will return to Nimburton again today. Due to her affectionate sister’s personality, she was sure to live with worries. Ronan, pondering something, raised his hand.
“Principal. I have one suggestion.”
“hmm? Something Ronan-kun?”
“Can I deal with all the sophomores by myself?”
The tone was calm, but the content was not. A terrible silence fell over the plaza.
****
To begin with, Ronan’s opinion was accepted.
Kratyr had a short discussion with the professors. The judges who were in charge of Ronan’s interview at the time, including him, said, ‘Wouldn’t it matter if only the parties were okay? I think it will be fun.’ concluded that
“I also wanted to know more about Ronan-kun’s skills.”
It was surprisingly not difficult to convince 19 opponents, including classmates and seniors. They already knew that Ronan had won first place in the practical test, beating Schlieffen.
“Can I deal with them all? Tell me if you don’t like it.”
“Ah, no…! It’s a declaration ceremony anyway. If you win, it’s us.”
“Me too. But will you be okay…?”
The classmates wondered what kind of skills Ronan had shown to achieve such results.
“Does not matter. take care of it.”
Schlieffen also accepted Ronan’s argument. He considered the event itself a waste of time. However, unlike the motives who expressed their favor overall, the reaction of the sophomores was different.
“Hey junior. What were you thinking when you did this?”
“Ha ha ha! He was a complete madman, yes!”
“Do we seem easygoing when they give us second seats? Crush it, Braum!”
Ronan’s remarks were overflowing with action to trample on the pride of his seniors. They were burning with passion to become one and take care of the cheeky junior.
Braum raised his blood and shouted.
“Ronan!! my passion! so deceitful! I won’t let you go!!”
Of course, such pride was not something Ronan knew. He was determined to reassure Erill. It was much better to show him once than to tell him not to worry for a hundred days.
“Then let’s start with a ‘brief greeting’. To power position!”
Kratyr said. Ronan and ten sophomores faced each other at a distance of about 50m. The students wearing blue ties were all glaring at Ronan.
“Ro… Ronan! Why would you do something like that…!”
Iril was staring at Ronan in contemplation. She was the first to recognize her sister’s talent, but it didn’t seem like it was real.
-pop!
At that time, the magic firecrackers that signaled the start were triggered. Ten boys and girls rushed towards Ronan. The straightforward Braum thumped and ran in the lead, followed by No. 1 Nasudo.
‘Hmm…Isn’t there a little fancy technique?’
It was a gap that could have been narrowed in just a few seconds, but it was enough time for Ronan to ponder. Suddenly, I remembered the swordsmanship Nabi Roje showed during the practical test interview.
‘Yeah, that was kind of okay.’
A swordsmanship performed by rotating the entire body with the sword. There was a time when I became interested in the strange sword path and tried to copy it for a while. Ronan nodded.
“Okay, I decided.”
“Take it!!!”
At that moment, Braum, who had arrived in front of him, swung his greatsword. A golden sword body flew across the side.
Whoa! The wind pressure that came earlier pushed Ronan’s bangs back. Ronan, who spun two times in place, returned the greatsword.
bang!
“Ohhhh?!”
Braum grabbed the hilt. If I had been a little relaxed, I would have missed the sword. It was unbelievable strength that came out of such a small body. Braum’s eyes widened when he saw the familiar sword path.
“Yeah, how can you master Instructor Nabi Rose’s swordsmanship…!”
“Oh you know?”
“Where did you learn that!”
Instead of answering, Ronan stepped on Braum’s greatsword and jumped. He swung his sword in three vertical turns.
“Ugh!”
Braum hurriedly raised his greatsword horizontally and took a defensive stance. The 120kg greatsword reinforced with mana was no different from a large shield.
However, what Ronan was aiming for was not a head-to-head match. The trajectory of the black iron sword was slightly distorted.
Awesome! The hilt of the greatsword was cut off and the heavy blade fell to the floor.
-thud!
“Huh!”
The cut section was clean. Braum stared at the severed sword in vain. Ronan replied dryly.
“I just saw it once and copied it.”
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