Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 67
[ 67. Jarodin (2) ]
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Ronan’s face hardened. 20 years. It was a time when it would not be strange for bald heads who had destroyed the world to build houses and livelihoods.
It was the car Ronan was trying to say. Jarodine, who had been sitting still and catching his breath, opened his mouth.
“…no, it won’t take that long.”
“Hmm?”
“The mana blood had elasticity. It could be shortened further depending on how much effort
you put in. ” Then, should I make a separate seniority law? To say that this child is unique is not enough.”
“Yes. That’s… Damn it.”
Plop. Jarodine, who tried to get himself up, sat down again. It looked like his legs weren’t feeling any better. Ronan held out his hand and said, “Can I help you?
”
“Okay. I’ll just do it here.”
Suddenly, Jarodine sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees, eyes closed.
Suagh- a bizarre breathing sound began to leak from Jarodine’s slightly parted lips. Secret’s eyes twinkled with interest.
” Oh, did you come up with it already?”
“It’s not yet exact, but the rough structure should be right.”
“That genius is still the same. Truly, it’s like the top mage of the Full Moon Magic Tower.”
“It’s just a futile past.”
Ronan tilted his head. Judging from the way he sat, it looked like he was simply in a position for mana practice, but he couldn’t understand why he was admiring it. Jarodine looked at him and said, “Sit with your
back to me. Stay in the same position.”
Ronan did just that, and Jarodine placed his hands on Ronan’s shoulder blades, recalling what had happened just a few minutes ago, Ronan asked anxiously, “You’re not vomiting blood again, are you?
”
“Perhaps. I’ll open my senses again, so get ready.”
“Yeah? Wait…”
Quaang! Another shock rippled through his veins. Ronan gritted his teeth, his toes shriveling like squid on a fire.
“Damn it…!”
For an instant, the urge to cut Jarodine’s body in half beautifully raised his head. The pain was much less severe than the previous two times, but he still couldn’t help but feel the heat soaring. Ronan turned his head, his bloodshot eyes wide open
. Jarodine’s face caught his eye, and Ronan forgot what to say, as he must have endured many times his own pain
.
“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh…yes. Does it hurt a lot?”
“It’s annoying, but it’s manageable. The pain lasts a little longer this time.”
Ronan frowned as if in displeasure. If the pains so far had been volatile and disappeared at once, the pain this time remained like a lingering lingering lingering piercing through the body. “Fortunately, this is a normal
symptom.”
Jarodine let out a sigh of relief, and he continued, moving his bony fingers little by little,
“The maximum mana you can manage right now is approximately 0.01 Langstor.”
“Even if you say that, I don’t know to what extent.”
“You just have to know that it’s horribly small. If the average amount of mana used by a sword user is a cup of water, yours is no more than the spittle of an ant.”
“…Didn’t Haeju say it wouldn’t take that long?”
Ronan frowned, afraid of what was to come. He said, “Yeah, maybe 17 years, not 20 years.” He didn’t have the confidence to keep his senses after hearing such lines.
However, Jarodine was far more upright and competent than Ronan thought.
It could be done within a year.”
“Five years… that’s very promising. What should I do?”
“The most basic thing is to repeat the mana practice method I will tell you from now on every day.”
Hearing the word mana seniority, Ronan twitched his lips. It was the only subject expected to receive a failing grade when he came to Phileon. Ronan was so used to it that he was fed up with the instructors’ eyes mixed with sadness and disappointment. ”
. ..I’ve never been successful in my seniority until now, is that okay?”
“It’s because those incompetent people teach. It’s possible if you do what I tell you to do.”
“It was just a little cool. I think I know why I’m friends with Instructor Nabi Rose.”
“From now on, I’m going to inject mana into your body. Even if it’s a bit painful, endure it and remember the path of mana flow.”
Remember the path? Before he could even utter that word, Jarodine radiated mana, a tiny amount of mana precisely measured to match Ronan’s mana-blood, thinner than a spider’s web, spurted through his veins
. ”
“Concentrate.”
Ronan shrugged his shoulders involuntarily. It was an unfamiliar sensation, like rinsing the inside of his body with water. The
mana that came in through his back spread throughout his body and then gathered in his heart. Ronan immediately understood Jarodine’s words to remember the path. Indeed, mana was not moving randomly, but flowing in its own direction.
”
Can you feel it?”
“yes.”
“Okay. Now let’s cycle it. Slowly inhale and exhale to gather mana and spread it.”
Jarodine continued to inject mana while explaining how to breathe. Ronan adjusted the interval between his breaths as Jarodine taught him. Before long, a bizarre wind noise began to leak from his mouth
. .!”
“Okay. Remember that feeling. Do you think you know the direction in which mana flows?”
“Uh…roughly.”
“Try it.”
Jarodine removed his hand from Ronan’s back. Ronan moved along the path he had just felt the mana remaining in him. Ronan’s breathing changed again. Jarodine muttered incredulously, “Did you memorize it all at once?
” ..You will receive a lot of love from Butterfly Rose.”
“It feels very strange. Is this mana seniority?”
“Yes. It’s a practice that is meaningful only to you.”
Jarodine stood up. His already haggard face was even more emaciated. He walked staggeringly and gulped down the water bottle on Secret’s desk at once
. You should be able to practice while moving or talking.”
“Without the professor’s help?”
“Yes. I injected my mana to quickly learn the senses. The amount of mana you need will permeate into your body just by breathing. So you don’t have to try to absorb mana separately. Just yet.”
At that moment, Jarodine’s mana circulating in his body dissipated. As Ronan learned from him, he controlled mana by inhaling and exhaling. Suaa- Ronan, who felt the mana flowing through his veins again, opened his eyes wide. “This is it
. Mana…”
It was thrilling. It was said that mana was weak enough to be compared to the spittle of an ant, but it didn’t matter much. From now on, anyway, from now on, you can handle and feel mana. Ronan finally realized why Secret admired it.
Jaredin In that short period of time, he had developed a mana training method optimized for himself. Ronan laughed and said,
“Thank you Professor. Really.”
“It’s okay. It seems like this is the end for today…”
Jarodine looked at his trembling hands. After washing his face, he faced Ronan and opened his mouth. “Well,
I kept my promise, so Keep your promise too.”
“Promise?”
“Your ring. The disenchantment will be finished soon, so hurry…”
“Professor!”
“Thump. Jarodine fell speechless. Adeshan’s quick grip prevented his head from hitting the floor. Ronan hurriedly rose to his feet, shaking Jarodine’s shoulders and shouting, “Damn it, wake up!
”
“The ring…the ring…” A
grumbling murmur escaped from Jarodine’s limp mouth, Ronan’s bewildered voice saying,
“Why really? I’m giving it to you.”
“Ring…”
“Why is this Secret suddenly doing this? Is it because of the curse again?”
“It’s exhaustion and temporary impulsive disorder due to the aftereffects of Haeju. I wondered how long it would last, but in the end it turns out like this.”
“So what, you knew you were about to collapse and didn’t stop?”
“Yeah. I’m not a friend who will listen to you when you talk.”
Jarodine was still chanting the ring in a voice like a mosquito, and there was a kind of madness in the way he repeated the same words without focus. Secret touched his dry chin and opened his mouth
. Is it something necessary for that friend’s research?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I see. I guess you haven’t given up yet…”
“Are you sick? Saying this kind of thing sounds a bit off.”
“Everything has its own circumstances. Originally, I wasn’t that kind of friend.”
Sekrit looked at Jarodine with extreme sadness in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he sighed deeply
. Let’s do it.”
“I guess so.”
“Ronan picked Jardin on his back. They followed the hallway they came in back to Jarodine’s office. Turning their heads, the passage to Ceparachio was completely gone. Adeshan said, “The nearest health room is in the Lexion building
. “Let’s go.”
“Fortunately, it’s not too far.”
Ronan nodded. The latches were still unlocked. He had just put his hand on the doorknob.
Jarodine, who had apparently passed out, lifted his right arm and lifted his right arm. “Clack!” “It ‘s a surprise
. What are you doing all of a sudden?”
“Soon… I… will… meet you… again…”
“What?”
“Longevity race…I’ve found a clue…I’ll never let you go…my dear…”
Jarodine was muttering something. Most of the content was nonsense, like a drunken person.
‘Is this also a type of impulsive disorder?’
Ronan, who had regained his composure, carefully loosened the first latch, and Jarodine raised his arm again. Iron
spatula !
What are we going to do now?”
“The ring….”
“I’m going to turn around.
“Passed out?”
“Even if you do that, you should be put in the health room. You’re out of your mind.”
“That’s true, but…”
Adeshan studied Jarodine’s complexion, his pale eyes still twitching without focus. He was muttering incomprehensible nonsense before suddenly muttering like a child, “…I want to go back.
”
“yes?”
Sensing the flow of mana, Ronan turned his head. At that moment, the floor of the empty office began to move. The
stone tiles that had been randomly removed, inserted, and sat down eventually created a spiral staircase leading to the lower floor. Ronan and Adeshan Frozen in place, I gazed at the bizarre sight,
“…what is this?”
“…I do not know either.”
As they approached the stairwell, an indescribable smell was creeping up from the lower level, covered in darkness, the fishy smell of books and ink, the smell of metal, and the scent of an unknown flower… Jarodine, who was carrying Ronan, sighed. “Go down…”
“
What did you come to your senses with?”
“Go down. Roses suit you better than tulips.”
“Fuck.”
Ronan narrowed his brows. It seemed that he hadn’t come back to his senses yet. Jarodine kept repeating the word to go down. Ronan, who eventually gave up, put his feet up on the stairs.
“Is it okay…?”
“Something special.”
Ronan began to descend the stone steps. Adeshan, who was hesitant, followed him.
I was walking in the dark, where I couldn’t see ahead, and my surroundings suddenly became brighter. Seeing the candlestick in Adeshan’s hand, Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.
“Where did you get that again?”
“I just got what was on my desk.”
“It’s a great general’s readiness.”
The shadows created by the candles were dancing on the stairs. They reached the bottom floor before long. There was an incomparably wider space than the office. Ronan murmured as if he was at a loss.
“Somehow, compared to what I saw from the outside, it was narrower…”
“I didn’t know at all.”
“What is all this anyway? book?”
The two of them came down the stairs and suddenly realized that the floor was covered with books. The landscape of various books strewn like corpses and burial mounds here and there looked just like a graveyard of books. Adeshan, who had stumbled, stumbled.
“Wow!”
“Careful. Do you want to catch it?”
“Yes…?”
Ronan held out his right hand, supporting Jarodine with his left hand. After hesitating for a moment, Adeshan held his hand. The two of them moved into the tomb of books. Suddenly raising his index finger, Ronan pointed to the middle of the darkness and said.
“Don’t you smell the flowers over there?”
“Come to think of it…”
It was as Ronan said. A thick scent of flowers was wafting from the darkness. They were on their way along the path of smell. Jarodine, who had been silent for a while, murmured softly.
“honey.”
At that moment, my eyes lit up. Ronan and Adeshan raised their heads at the same time. The light was emanating from a huge, transparent glass tube. The eyes of the two people widened.
“female?”
“This is…!”
Power went into the hands that held each other. Inside a glass tube filled with clear liquid, a naked woman stood with her eyes closed.
“Are you dead…?”
she was a beautiful woman Her light brown hair swayed like waterweed. The air bubbles generated when breathing did not rise from the corners of her mouth with her hands gathered on her chest.
“Nimi…what the hell is this…”
Roses were piled up in front of the glass tube. Most of the flowers were withered or withered, but the flowers on top were as fresh as they were brought today.
A couple of steps away was a worn-out bed and desk chair. Suddenly, Ronan’s gaze reached the open book on the desk.
The book, thick enough to be used as a pillow, had worn out by sundown, to the point where even turning the next page had to be resolved. Ronan carefully picked up the book.
On the half-off cover, there was a large line written on what was supposed to be the title. Ronan read it slowly.
“About the resurrection…?”