Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 27

27. First Lesson

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Other secrets of Akalucia Castle were stimulating him. Ronan, who had estimated his future plans, touched his chin.

‘First of all… I’ll have to get a knife from that forge.’

Acalucia’s invitation was truly unexpected luck. Even if I did, I thought I would receive it after a while.

Ronan remembered his conversation with Adeshan. The only preparation needed to pass the Akalusia family test was an invitation and skills.

I was confident in my skills, but there was one problem.

‘I did a rough roll.’

Ronan drew his black iron sword. His condition was noticeably worse than when he had met Schlieffen before.

It was fatal to do continuous sparring in a state where it was already broken. If I had known how to talk, I would have screamed to be thrown into the furnace right away.

No matter how much equipment you choose, you can’t do a big job with something like this. Ronan remembered the metal plate that was sleeping in his inside pocket. It was given to Schlieffen, who fell in love with Irill, while he was suffering from episodic dementia.

‘Still, if it’s a blacksmith that has been making weapons for Grancia, I’ll be able to get something fairly sturdy.’

Ronan remembered the location of the Grancia family’s secret forge. The fact that they took a few days off.

‘Since today is Wednesday… I’ll have to wait until the weekend anyway.’

Anyway, according to the rules of Phileon Academy, I couldn’t go out of the site on weekdays. Ronan decided to lead the life of the academy first until the weekend came.

The banquet ended only at night. The new students moved under the guidance of each dormitory manager.

****

Phileon Academy puts more emphasis on skills than any other educational institution. Scholarships and various privileges given to those with excellent grades were evidence of this.

Free transportation was provided to anywhere in the Imperial Territory based on the top 30%. For academic research purposes, forbidden books below level 3 could be read.

After graduating, he could receive an official invitation to the Mage Tower or Knights he wanted to join. In addition, numerous benefits were provided throughout the school year.

But if the carrot is fresh, the whip is sharp. The dormitory system divided into three classes was a representative example.

First night of admission. In the dormitory of inferior students, the screams of the new aristocrats resonated without fail. For the first time in their lives, they were realizing that floors and ceilings could creak.

“You mean to stay in a place like this? I, the second son of Count Balbrus…?”

“If this is my inn, what are these people?”

The Kratyr Pavilion (which I proposed), which was provided to the lower 10%, was a building built with the motif of a common people’s farmhouse.

Inside the simple wooden building, the four noble boys looked at each other’s faces alternately as if they were seeing ghosts.

The guide said calmly.

“The Kratyr Coffin is a room for four people.”

“Then, where is the attendant? The attendant who will organize the luggage and do the housework…!”

“There are no separate maids or janitors at Kratyr Coffin. There are rules for living and information you should know, so please check it. Then I’m alone.

“Wait!”

The guide left the room ignoring the noble boys’ words. The status of the students was not considered in the measure.

No matter how wealthy and powerful the children were, if their grades were low, they had to lead a commoner’s life. It was possible because the main body that operated Phileon was the imperial family.

On the other hand, the dormitories of the upper ranks were so splendid that they wondered if this was okay. Navardoje Hall, a dormitory for the top 10%, boasted a level of elegance that would be believed to be an annex of the imperial palace.

“…What about the young lady?”

Ronan frowned at the maid standing in front of his door. The maid with ponytails clasped her hands together and bowed her waist.

“Welcome, Ronan. Congratulations on your admission.”

“What is it?”

“I am Ronan-nim’s exclusive maid who will be in charge of the lyrics. You can leave all the housework to me, such as cooking and cleaning the laundry.”

In an instant, dozens of vulgar jokes about maids flashed through my mind. Ronan, who managed to suppress his desire, opened his mouth.

“Can’t we just cook the rice well? I have all my limbs attached.”

“Under the school rules, you can’t do that.”

“Then, even if I paint shit on the wall, they clean it all up, right? Even if you pee in the sink instead of the toilet.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s not easy, girl. Let’s get along.”

After shaking hands with the maid, Ronan opened the door. The room, about twice the size of Nimburton’s, was filled with luxurious furniture.

The bed was wide enough for three people to lie on, and the dinosaur-like bookshelves were densely packed with expensive books. Ronan whistled.

“It kills me.”

Asher was probably assigned a room like this. It was good to see him with his mouth open like a retarded child. As I slowly looked around the room, a booklet on the desk caught my eye.

“What’s this?”

On the first page of the booklet, it was written ‘Course Application’.

Come to think of it, I remembered what my seniors told me. Students of Phileon could pick and choose the classes they wanted to take.

Ronan read the words on the paper slowly.

[Students can freely take the lectures they want. However, in the case of freshmen, there are courses that must be taken during the first semester, so please take this into consideration when registering for classes.] [Required courses

: physical training / mana seniority / basic martial arts / imperial swordsmanship]

“Finally.”

Ronan clenched his fist after seeing the words Mana Seniority. No matter how much he tried to self-taught, what he couldn’t do was mana response and seniority.

Recently, the need to deal with mana has been felt more acutely. In front of players who are sensitive to mana like Asher, he felt like he was blind even with his eyes wide open.

‘Nimi, I learn even if I’m dirty.’

Imperial Swordsmanship was also interesting. As Ronan, who had never properly learned the sword, proper swordsmanship was also a subject of interest. Wasn’t it useful just looking at the revolving sword?

learn and become stronger Ronan made up his mind and turned the next chapter. There was a dense array of subjects with interesting names.

“The basics of herbalism, horseback fighting, and archery…Damn, why does everything look so fun?”

Maybe it’s because I didn’t learn anything, so why did everything look like fun? Among them, the most eye-catching were [Basic Elemental Science] and [Sympathy and Understanding of Phantasmal Species].

Being a spirit was a concept that I had been curious about for a long time, and the latter was a subject taught by Professor Wearlion Baren. Ronan remembered Varen’s words that he would definitely make a place for himself and Asher.

“If you meet Baren, you will know what Sheeta is up to.”

Sheeta was absent due to Iril’s escort mission. He was supposed to be back around the next morning.

A monster that breaks an egg shell harder than mithril and drinks the blood that comes out. It didn’t matter because he was cute and competent, but it was true that he was curious about his identity.

“By the way, does this look interesting?”

It was a form of writing the subjects you wanted in the blank timetable. Ronan added an additional subject called ‘Practice – Field Cooking’ on Friday afternoon.

He picked up most of the lectures dealing with martial arts and the ones that interested him even a little bit.

“Um, great.”

Soon after, Ronan finished filling out the course and headed to the lobby with the application form. Marja met by chance and said hello.

“Oh you are here too. Well, it’s the second seat, so it’s natural.”

“ok.”

“Did you come to apply for classes? Take a look.”

Ronan held out the application. Marja’s eyes widened as she read the application form. She cried out as if she had read some prophecy about the end of the world.

“Hey are you crazy?! If you hear this, you die!”

“…do what you want to do, but why are you dying?”

Marja looked back and forth between the application form and Ronan with her brow furrowed. From sunrise to sunset in Ronan’s application. There was no break except for lunch break.

“No, is this physically possible? Most of them are physical subjects… And do you know how wide the Phileon site is?”

“It’s noisy man, get out of the way.”

“You would have to have wings or know how to run on all fours to move from class to class on time? Even now…”

Ronan placed the sealed course registration form in the reception box. Seeing this, Marja shook her head and screamed. Ronan shook his head and said.

“I want to stop listening to the unlearned bastard. You will learn everything you can learn.”

****

The next morning was bright. My first class at Phileon was imperial swordsmanship.

“Nice to meet you freshmen. I am Avar, the instructor in charge of martial arts and imperial swordsmanship.”

Avar was a tall, swarthy man. The other day, there was a history of working as an instructor in the Imperial Knights.

Ronan murmured. There was a dark shadow around his eyes, unable to sleep in anticipation.

“Imperial swordsmanship. It’s the first time I’ve learned properly.”

Imperial swordsmanship is a basic swordsmanship that anyone in the imperial army can learn, literally consisting of a total of nine ceremonies. The movement itself is simple, but it took several years of steady training to properly master the inner workings.

Ronan, who was a punishment soldier, had also been tired of imperial swordsmanship, but at the time he had no intention or will to learn, he was less interested than the sound of a monkey cracking beans. It was the first time I knew that herbivores were divided in the first place. He always wielded his sword arbitrarily.

Avar continued.

“Since it is such a universal swordsmanship, many people already know about it, but the basics are more important than anything else. Please do not take it lightly and start training.”

“yes!”

Most of the freshmen from the martial arts department were gathered at the training ground. Except for Schlieffen. The reason was that he had nothing to teach because he had already crossed the realm.

Ronan clicked his tongue.

“Ah, you ignorant bastard. Losing is all I know. You have to do this consistently.”

“First, try this instructor’s demonstration.”

Avar demonstrated the beginnings of imperial swordsmanship in turn. It was a perfect movement that could not be found as an afterthought.

Admiration flowed from the lips of the freshmen. Avar, who repeated the herbivore three times, slammed the floor with his wooden sword and shouted.

“Then I will do it. 1 sec first! Cut the top down!”

Everyone picked up training wooden swords. The new students took turns using imperial swordsmanship at the scarecrow in front of them.

Avar was walking among the freshmen, correcting their sloppy posture. Avar looked around at the freshmen and smiled meaningfully.

“If you show off the nine beginnings perfectly, I’ll always write you an early completion certificate.”

“Wow!”

“Grades, of course, are top notch.”

“Aaaaaaaaa!”

Freshmen cheered. Imperial Swordsmanship was a long class that took three hours every day. Being processed early means that you can make that long time your own.

Enthusiastic freshmen swung their swords excitedly. The sound of the scarecrow being beaten echoed from all directions.

Avar smiled contentedly and nodded. He knew how to deal with people. Except for Schlieffen, of course, no such talented person has come out for several years.

At that time, Ronan approached from a corner of the training ground.

“Uh hmm. Instructor.”

“What is going on?”

“I… I think I can. Until nine seconds.”

Ronan scratched his head as if embarrassed. Avar’s expression hardened. It hadn’t even been five minutes since training had begun.

“…Have you ever learned imperial swordsmanship before?”

“no. Not even once.”

“…Isn’t it too conceited to be the second seat? Of course, I also saw your entrance ceremony sparring. But this is a completely different case.”

Avar said with a low voice. He also saw Ronan using Naviroze’s spinning sword during the entrance ceremony.

The sword itself was accurate, but lacked speed. Of course, it was undeniable that he was a genius just by imitating the sword technique, but ignoring the imperial sword technique, which is the basis of numerous derived sword techniques, was nonsense.

“Schlieffen has been holding a sword since he was five years old. I’ve been practicing imperial swordsmanship without missing a single day for nearly ten years. That’s why you can’t take my classes. Are you ignoring the basics of respecting even the morning stars of the empire?”

“No, I know. I know… Damn it. Please take a look at it.”

Ronan shook his head as if it was unfair. He didn’t want to be seen as a bad guy either. Avar sighed and nodded.

“Huh… I can’t help it. yes give it a try But if you fail, be prepared. I will increase the training intensity many times over.”

“yes.”

Ronan took a stand. Avar opened his eyes. Mana rushed into his eyes, strengthening his dynamic vision. He intended to mercilessly strike down the sword if he strayed even a little.

“Then, the first second meal. practice!”

Ronan swung his wooden sword. There was not even a hint of shaking in the perfect sword path. Avar, who was silent for a moment, opened his mouth again.

“…Second second eclipse. practice!”

Ronan swung the wooden sword again. Avar laughed.

“Hey, I really like this. 3rd Supper. practice!”

I haven’t heard the sound of a scarecrow hitting since when. All the freshmen were staring at Ronan with their eyes fixed.

Lastly, Ronan, who showed off a 9-second ceremony, lowered his wooden sword. Avar, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth with a complicated expression.

“…well done.”

“Yes what.”

Avar took out a piece of silver paper from his inside pocket without saying a word. It was early dysentery. Ronan accepted it astringently, as if it were a piece of tissue paper.

“You don’t have to take that class for the rest of the year. I’ll give you a perfect score for your grades.”

“Uh…Thank you.”

“okay. Please do not be conceited and use the remaining time meaningfully.”

After receiving the certificate of completion, Ronan left the training ground. Avar, who was looking at the back, muttered as if it was absurd.

“It’s scary beyond expectations.”

Ronan’s herbivorous diet was perfect. Schlieffen, of course, was almost no different from himself, who had been wielding the sword for over twenty years.

If it was true that he had never learned imperial swordsmanship, even if he had learned it, it was a talent that could not even be measured. Avar, who had a small laugh, turned his head towards the freshmen.

“What are you chicks!! Can’t you guys wield it quickly too!”

“Yes yes!!”

“If you do that, your elbows will get moss! Faster and more accurate!!”

Avar’s tone had gone back to his days as a demonic military assistant. The frightened freshmen started beating the scarecrow again.

right! right! The sound of the scarecrow hitting continued for an unusually long time.

****

‘Fuck…what is it?’

Ronan sat down on a bench in front of the lake. I had nothing to do because my schedule was suddenly empty.

Ronan, who had been staring blankly at the lake, drew his sword. He demonstrated the imperial swordsmanship he had learned earlier in turn against the air. A total of nine herbivores were reproduced perfectly.

“Why is it so easy…?”

Ronan tilted his head. Unlike Naviroze’s spinning sword, there was no need to swing it several times and analyze it.

Although there were some differences in the sword and posture, it was not much different from seeing it once and imitating it. Of course, it wasn’t meaningless. Doing as he was told, it was evident that the movement and sword path had become more efficient.

I was also convinced that I would never lose even if I fought against a swordsman who only used imperial swordsmanship. But it was just more futile than I thought.

“Umm…the class I was thinking of wasn’t like this.”

Ronan, who was rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out his pipe. The time to shed a worthwhile sweat was empty.

Should I do some strength training? As I was staring at the sky with my arms resting on the bench, I heard a voice from behind.

“What are you doing here?”

“ok?”

“It must be Avar’s imperial swordsmanship class. Wasn’t it a required course for freshmen?”

It was a powerful yet dignified voice that I had definitely heard before. Ronan tilted his head back. The dark green uniforms worn by senior instructors caught my eye.

Ronan’s eyes widened.

“A butterfly rose?”

“Attach the instructor. And smoking is prohibited on campus.”

Tanned skin and light gray hair. The previous swordsman, Nabi Roze, was standing there. Ronan, who had shaken off the pipe, stood up.

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