Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 3
3. Coward Asher (1)
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Asher was having a hellish day today. He was in the midst of intense regret for not being able to turn down the invitation of his friends. I should have made an excuse that I was sick, but it’s always like this.
“I know! money! Bring it! not! Even if it is! It works!”
“I really have no money!”
In return, Asher had to blend in with the herd and watch the beaten shepherd. The little child was being beaten as if it were really a ball, curled up in a circle.
“Then how do you pay for your sick mother’s medicine huh?!”
“That…that! “
The right reason was also amazing. It was because her mother’s illness had recently worsened, and most of the expenses had gone to medicine. His gang, most of whom were from orphans, did not take into account the filial piety of the shepherd.
“Hey, even if you don’t have a mother to raise, you can live well like me. Why are you clinging to a bitch who is going to die sooner or later, huh?”
“Wouldn’t it be a little easier to think that you paid for the coffin?
Hearing insults that were completely unacceptable, the child was speechless. Asher groaned with his fists clenched.
“idiot.”
It was also something he said to himself, not to the child. As dwarfed and skinny as the shepherd, the only reason he wasn’t targeted by bullies was because of his talent. He did not have the courage to face violence or bullying.
Asher prayed. It’s impossible to stop it anyway, so please hope that barbaric violence ends soon. Please don’t call your name.
But life doesn’t always go the way it should.
“Hey Asher! Does this bastard want to taste your magic?”
Hans, acting as the captain, called out to him with bated breath. At that moment, all the bullies stopped what they were doing and turned their heads toward Asher.
Asher felt as if something heavy had fallen over his heart. He kept his expressionless and nodded.
“Hey! magic! No! please! Just look at that!”
“Yes Asher! Make me think I’d rather die!”
“Wizard! Im a wizard! Please have mercy!”
The shepherd hurriedly fell to his knees. She held onto Asher’s trouser hem while bleeding from his nose. Asher closed his eyes and chanted an incantation.
“Invisible Hand”
Mokdong’s body began to rise slowly.
“Aaaagh! no!”
An invisible hand was holding and lifting the shepherd. Cheers erupted from everywhere. His slowly rising body soon reached a height that would seriously injure him if he fell. However, the bullies only encouraged Asher even more.
“It’s amazing no matter how many times I giggle. Hang it from the top of a tree!”
“Let me down! please! Please drop me off!”
Asher licked his lips. He cursed his insignificant talent. If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have bought the magic book that the merchant sold. Would I have been more useful if I hadn’t been born in such a rural area?
My hands were shaking. The moment he lost his concentration, he seemed to drop the shepherd. His magic was still weak and unstable. Asher let out a silent scream. Please someone dry it!
“Yes, drop me down.”
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice interrupted from behind.
“What kind of bastard are you?”
“You you!”
The group became quiet as if they had been doused with cold water in an instant. Even Hans, who would not panic if he was stoned on the road, became mute.
What’s going on? Asher barely turned his head and looked back. The outlaw of Nimburton stood there.
Ronan spoke again.
“Are you going to get off?”
Asher felt goosebumps running up his spine. There was something daunting in the dry voice.
Unknowingly, he began to lower the mokdong slowly. Seeing that, Hans squeezed Asher’s shoulders.
“Hey what are you doing now?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want that bastard to get off? Are you happy with me?”
“That’s not it…”
“Put it back up.”
Asher swallowed his saliva. The shepherd’s body began to rise again. Seeing this, Ronan laughed. Hans strode forward and stopped right in front of Ronan’s nose.
“It’s been a while, Ronan. right?”
“That’s right, Hans. It’s been a while.”
“Why are you acting out all of a sudden? It will remain crushed.”
“Your face is still like a sweet potato with syphilis. Was it this severe?”
“……You bastard, can’t you understand the subject?”
Hans, who was much taller, looked down at Ronan. In reality, Hans was three years older than Ronan.
The other boys, intimidated by the atmosphere, stared at the two men with bated breath.
Originally, Ronan’s place in Nimburton was like a natural disaster with a bystander attitude. The people who quarreled made it so that they could neither walk nor lie, but they never intervened in other quarrels.
“Don’t beat me up for punching me in the past. Do you think you will win if we fight again?”
Hans, on the other hand, was like a buffalo that anyone would run into. Even if he wasn’t in a bad mood, he started a fight and immediately punched him against his will. Of course, only to those who are weaker than himself.
There were often cases where disasters occurred because they did not properly grasp the level of their opponents. A typical example is his terribly ugly hooked nose, which was Ronan’s work that was disputed three years ago.
But now things have changed. A decent longsword hung from Hans’ waist. It was an item received as a reward for helping a mercenary all through last winter.
Sureureung!
Hans drew his sword. Ronan rolled his mouth in admiration.
“Oh Carl.”
“Why are you guys just staring at me?”
Hans’ voice was as daunting as his size. Bullies quickly surrounded the two. Asher couldn’t move because he had to maintain his magic.
“Right now, get down on your knees and beg. I’ll see you once.”
“Do you know how to wield it? Just because you hold a stick and shake it, it’s hard to think of it as the same thing…”
Wedge!
Hans swung his sword vertically. Ronan lightly twisted his shoulder to avoid the attack. I expected it to be a mess, but the attitude was unexpected.
“…I was going to turn him into an armless idiot, but I’m lucky. ”
“Sure.”
lucky. Ronan sincerely thought so.
Unlike the crappy strength and stamina, the visual acuity and reaction speed seemed to be the same. Of course, since the opponent is Hans Naburang, more information is needed.
“It’s too late to beg now. If you want to go, you will have to leave an ear or one of your nose behind.”
Ronan didn’t answer. Before he knew it, his attention was again focused on Asher. The short boy was struggling not to drop the staggering shepherd in the air.
‘I also didn’t remember it wrong. It was that young wizard…’
The boys, who interpreted Ronan’s silence as shrinking, helped out word by word.
“Well, that was already a few years ago. I was scared for nothing.”
“Don’t hold on to the weight that’s not the same, pray for it right now, you idiot.”
No matter how Ronan was, it was unreasonable to deal with Jingeom with a stick slightly thicker than a dragonfly. Moreover, Hans practiced the sword every day. It was never a good intention, but it was undeniable that he was a hard worker.
As soon as the desired atmosphere was created, Hans’ shoulders were strained.
“If you die, I will pet your older sister. Thinking of sleeping on that bouncy butt already…”
Shirik!
At that moment, a sound like a whistle rang out.
Took. Something round fell between the two of them.
“uh?”
No one saw what happened. However, Ronan’s stick, which had been draped over his shoulder, was down on the floor.
Feeling uncomfortable, Hans lowered his gaze. One of the severed ears was placed on top of the shoe.
“Huh?…Huh?”
Soon, a burning pain hit my ear. Hans grabbed the place where his ears had been, leaving the knife behind. Red blood gushed out from the cracks in his fingers.
“Aaaaaagh! fuck! my ears!”
“hey.”
Wow! Ronan kicked Hans hard in the stomach. Hans fell flat, forgetting the pain of having his ear cut off. I couldn’t breathe properly because the shock was transmitted to my intestines.
“Heh uh uh…!”
“This dog is a fucking orphan cub.”
He grabbed Hans by the hair and lifted it roughly. A gloomy voice flowed from Ronan’s mouth, whose laughter had disappeared.
“What’s wrong with my sister’s butt?”
“Kill! Kill me!!”
Hans, who barely came to his senses, cried out with saliva and tears. One by one, the hesitant boys screamed and ran. Ronan murmured as he stomped Hans’ face on the floor.
“Because friends who don’t have a mother and father always show off. Even though I don’t have one.”
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“Hmm? Did you put it down?”
“Yes.”
When he came to organize the bullies, Asher had already put the shepherd down. Ronan grumbled, rubbing his hand on his pants.
“Hmm, it definitely got weaker. It’s just that I’m tired of it.”
Asher kept his mouth shut. You say you’re weak?
The incident, which took place for about five minutes, was embarrassing to even call it a fight. The overwhelming violence carried out unilaterally reminded me of a riot of eagles infiltrating a chicken coop.
Beneath the tree was a bread hat originally worn by a shepherd. Ronan picked up a hat, brushed off the dust, and put it on the shepherd’s head.
“You go home.”
“That’s me… so…”
“Don’t worry about those assholes. Now I will lose even if I fight with your brother instead of you.”
Ronan raised his thumb and pointed at the thugs strewn behind him. All of them were groaning with all their limbs broken.
“Take this too.”
Ronan took off the shepherd’s hat again and put a handful of coins in it. It was money from the pockets of hoodlums. The shepherd said in a trembling voice.
“This is too much.”
“are you okay. My share has already been taken.”
“But…”
“Do you want to be beaten until you poop in your pants?”
“Thank you!!”
The shepherd bowed several times in greeting and ran down the hill. Asher looked at Ronan and bit his fingernails. Eventually, Ronan opened his mouth.
“Hey dwarf.”
“Oh huh? me?”
“Then, who else is here besides you? Was your name Michelle?”
“That Asher.”
“That is it. Aren’t you a man anyway?”
“uh? Uh uh…”
“You look like a girl. Much more than I remember.”
It wasn’t empty talk, it really was. Looking at the red hair down to the nape of her neck and the dark eyes with double eyelids, I couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a man. He was so short that Adeshan could have placed his chest on the top of his head.
“Ah there… that… sorry…”
“Okay, you should try that on me earlier.”
“huh? what…?”
“Psychokinesis magic. The one who picked up that little boy and lifted him up.”
“That can’t be!”
Asher waved his hand. Ronan said, showing a glimpse of his blood-stained fist.
“I won’t say anything if I put it up or drop it, so just do it.”
“No, it’s dangerous, but… you probably won’t even be able to lift it. I never learned properly…”
“Do it.”
Asher sighed deeply. It seemed that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t work. He looked at Ronan and cast a spell. A hand made of magic appeared and grabbed Ronan.
“oh.”
Soon, his body began to rise slowly. Because it was much heavier than Mokdong, it took more strength.
“Should I get off now?”
“continue.”
It was a similar feeling to when I was in a dogfight in my previous life. At the time of the decisive battle, he was able to cut Ahayute’s wings thanks to the movement of a skilled telekinesis wizard.
‘Wizards are rare. Telekinesis wizards are even rarer.’
Wizards could only deal with one attribute except for a few. Psychokinesis was a very rare ability.
Ronan was proud of himself when he saw Asher’s face and recalled the distant memories of his previous life. He remembered stealing from the stall with his telekinetic powers.
A bastard who wasn’t even interested in ant snot in his previous life was the source of such talent. Ronan did not want to miss this unexpected good fortune.
Ronan’s body rose to the height of his own height before he knew it. Asher was sweating profusely and concentrating on magic.
‘Come to think of it, I should try this too.’
Sureureung! Suddenly, Ronan drew his sword. It was the sword of Hans, who could never wield a sword again. Asher was startled and tried to dispel the magic, but Ronan stopped him.
“No, keep uploading it as it is.”
It was an unfamiliar sound. Asher did as he was told. Ronan lightly cut the area where telekinesis was acting. The feeling of cutting water passed through the fingertips.
At the same time, the power holding him was extinguished.
“uh?!”
dump. Asher fell on his butt. Ronan, who landed lightly, let out a sigh of relief.
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