Helmut: The Forsaken Child - Chapter 102

# 102

Helmut Episode

102

“Live, live, be looked down on by a first year student.”

“You guys have to experience it to know.”

“For some reason, I’m starting to reflect a bit. “Didn’t we do that too?”

People are looked down upon and treated with contempt because they are commoners. I either watched it or enjoyed it secretly. Since they are nobles, if they are suddenly made equal to commoners, they cannot help but feel repulsion.

But when I see a first-year student doing that, I feel uncomfortable. It was a clear downfall.

“Honestly, I did, but Asuka must have been miserable.”

“If only he were half as quiet as Helmut. “Your image would have changed when you revealed your skills.”

“But those who were expelled probably stayed still.”

“That’s right.”

After a moment of empathy, the topic changed.

It was okay to feel soft, but after being bullied so much by Asuka, everyone had become disciplined and could easily ignore most stimulation.

Because I have already experienced many unfair and abusive situations.

“Is that the first-year girl?”

Someone said something and attention was immediately drawn to it.

A girl with bright blue eyes and black hair tied neatly behind her head was standing on the other side.

Slender height and white skin. Her facial features, which gave off a cool yet androgynous feel, were noble yet elegant.

Calm eyes and stubbornly closed lips. The way he stood from the beginning was unique. The angle was perfect with a straight back and upright posture.

Although he wasn’t particularly muscular, his slim body looked quite solid. It means that he is trained as a prosecutor.

“It’s really pretty.”

It’s pretty, but I feel like pretty isn’t the right word. What is clear is that she is a girl who will grow into a striking beauty.

But somehow it looked familiar. Even more so when placed in the same space.

“Don’t you think it looks a bit similar?”

Someone muttered. Everyone nodded without asking who it was.

There was only one person that came to their minds.

Helmut.

The two have a somewhat similar vibe and appearance.

“Is it because we have the same hair color?”

“Maybe they’re from the same region.”

We only knew that Helmut was a commoner, but no one knew his true identity. Everyone had thought that he might not be a commoner.

“You can just ask.”

Someone asked outright.

“Hey Helmut. “Do you know that girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“Take a look and tell me.”

There is no need for that. I saw it at first glance, but of course it was a face I didn’t recognize. Helmut knows very few people.

“I said I don’t know.”

“okay? “It looks a lot like you.”

Helmut, who was trying to ignore it, hesitated. The resemblance is an inherent problem that has nothing to do with whether you know it or not.

It may not be related to you. Maybe they are relatives related by blood.

‘You won’t know who belongs to which family, right?’

But you will be able to tell which country they are from. Just when I decided to take a look, Instructor Alan raised his hand.

“Attention everyone! From now on, 1st and 2nd year students will be competing against each other. This is a preliminary nature of the main sparring to be held next week, so don’t overdo it. The opponent cannot be pointed out or chosen arbitrarily. Since the instructors have randomly selected opponents, we hope that they will follow the rules and engage in sparring with sincerity. “From now on, we will call your name, so please come out one by one and line up.”

One person from each side came out and started to line up. Helmut leisurely waited for his turn to come.

After about a dozen people’s names were called, instructor Alan called out the name.

“First year Charlotte.”

“yes.”

The girl who looked like him stood in front of instructor Alan. Helmut looked at her. It feels like refined bis.

She is probably the most talented girl among the first year students.

Among the big guys in the swordsmanship department, she was a unique entity.

There was a slight stir. It was a moment of anticipation as to who would be her opponent.

“Second year Asuka!”

The moment the name was uttered, sighs flowed from everyone’s mouths. They only listened, opened their mouths, and started whispering among themselves.

“Ah, the first-year Madonna ended up with a crazy dog!”

“No, does this make sense? “Are you sure you made the right choice?”

“After a long time, a new female student arrived, but is this going to make us number 0 again?”

“Quiet!”

Instructor Alan calmed the students down.

Asuka strolled over and stood in front of the instructor. He glanced back at his opponent.

‘It looks quite useful. But why a woman?’

Asuka, who had been showing off her fighting spirit towards the first-year students, felt a little drained. He’s a bit of an unpleasant opponent to beat just like you want.

She’s not a girl who you can’t tell if she’s a boy or a girl, but a pretty girl.

Moreover, Charlotte’s reaction was different from other first graders.

Just because the opponent is Asuka, she doesn’t look down on her or show any signs of dislike.

I just feel like calmly accepting that my sparring partner has been selected.

In fact, it was a very carefully selected choice. Instructors Alan and Patricia both thought deeply about who to appoint as Asuka’s opponent.

Although Asuka is said to be quiet these days, it would be difficult if the number of first-year students decreases again if we keep a strict person. What caught my eye then was Charlotte.

Charlotte was not someone who looked down on commoners and had good skills. If she is paired with Asuka, it won’t be a very one-sided composition.

There was also a calculation that Asuka would feel unfamiliar with the fact that the opponent was a woman, so she would not beat her up randomly.

The name continued to be called. Helmut’s opponent was soon decided.

“First year Jeffrey! Second year Helmut!”

Helmut observed his opponent. Even among first-year students, it seemed like she was skilled enough to compete for the lead with a girl named Charlotte.

Among second-year students, there were few that exuded this level of energy except for Asuka.

‘Did you say that the overall level of the first year students was high?’

I thought I knew what that meant. After randomly sparring with the first graders, it looked like the second graders would win with a ratio of about 6 to 4. The second year would have the upper hand, but it wasn’t a big difference.

“Please take care of me, senior!”

A guy named Jeffrey grinned and spoke up. However, contrary to the polite respect, I felt a thorn in the way he looked at me.

A thorn that even Helmut, who is not very sensitive, can feel.

‘This commoner is the strongest in the second year?’

First of all, I treat him well because he is a senior, but I don’t trust him. His face is pretty and handsome, but he’s not very muscular. Senior Askaran, who was reputed to be the mad dog of the swordsmanship department, didn’t look very strong, but I was a bit suspicious of him too.

Being a commoner was also a factor that made people unconsciously look down on others.

‘Isn’t the second grade level low?’

Although he didn’t have a particularly crooked personality, Geoffrey was arrogant.

He was a nobleman from a sword family and had skills that were recognized by his family.

After entering Greta Academy, a place where only talented people gather, he became convinced that he was strong.

Among the first-year students, except for a few, there were almost no one who could compare to him. I had to be full of confidence.

However, in Helmut’s eyes, it seemed like an insignificant guy was provoking something without even knowing the topic.

It was slightly inflamed. You never know until he shows his skills. They are all the same.

‘Then I’ll show you.’

The junior in front of you will soon begin to doubt whether you have the skills to be confident. Because Helmut will make it happen.

*

“Did you say your name was Charlotte? Why did you join Greta Academy?”

‘It’s pretty. ‘It’s not my taste though.’

Asuka, who was observing her opponent intently, expressed her curiosity. It was also a kind of exploratory battle. This is an unpleasant opponent to inflame your fighting spirit, so try to induce the opponent to give you an excuse.

Asuka had a keen sense of malice or negative emotions towards her.

That’s enough. The reason why you will crush your opponent.

Stepping on someone who dislikes you is much more motivating than stepping on someone who doesn’t have any feelings for you.

However, the other person answered calmly.

“Greta Academy is a great academy.”

“There are other good academies in Baden, and there are few women in the swordsmanship department at Greta Academy.”

“I didn’t come here to make friends. “I came here to become stronger.”

‘what?’

Say something you like. Asuka was slightly embarrassed. It was rare to find a guy who seemed so sane and sincere. Moreover, he answers what I say without much hesitation.

It seems like the concept is that you just answer because a senior asks a question, rather than because you have a crush on him.

“You said Charlotte.”

“Yes, Asuka-senpai.”

Charlotte raised her wooden sword and pointed it at Asuka.

The instructor was looking around at the students. The sparring begins soon.

“I have heard of your reputation. There is nothing for you to look at. “That’s good for me too.”

“…Who is looking after you?”

Although Asuka was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected reaction, she composed herself. If this side is also torturing hope, I have no hobby of not knowing.

“start!”

As soon as the instructor shouted, the sparring began.

At the same time Asuka and Charlotte were fighting, Helmut and Jeffrey started fighting on the other side.

‘The sword is heavy.’

My hands tingle as I hit back at the wooden sword. Jeffrey is a strong guy with strong bones. The physique requirement was that of a first-year student, but that one was superior.

The nutritional status was different from that of the children of noblemen who grew up eating only high-quality food in a nobleman’s mansion and that of Helmut, who ate only a sloppy stomach in the forest of Pahe.

He seems to be growing well in height and his physique is improving, but there is still a long way to go.

Helmut was also small in the swordsmanship department, but he was not tall and dwarfed compared to his peers.

However, perhaps because he was not born with a very large bone structure, he has a slim build.

‘Let’s see your skills.’

The wooden sword that cut through the air while making a buzzing sound was powerful. If hit properly, the bone will break.

But who would accept something like that? Helmut leisurely observed Geoffrey.

His muscles are well developed and he has good balance. Usually, if you dodge from this side, there will be a gap, but use your strength to change the direction of the wooden sword to minimize the gap.

“Instead of dodging, try attacking!”

Geoffrey got angry. After receiving the sword for the first time, Helmut dodged his attacks like a loach.

It was worth it to go up as it only cleared the air with a narrow margin.

“I guess so.”

Helmut muttered and at the same time raised his wooden sword and stretched it out as if he were striking.

Jeffrey’s eyes widened. The wooden sword was aimed precisely at his uvula.

Without any time to react, it struck the vital point at once. Helmut counted the number of times.

“once. “It’s not going to end like this, is it?”

Has it been 2 minutes? There is still a lot of sparring time left.

“…Of course.”

Geoffrey gritted his teeth. If it had been a real fight, he would have been dead already. It sent shivers down my spine.

‘It’s not for nothing that they are called the valedictorian of the second year.’

Strength went into every muscle in my body. Jeffrey took his stance more carefully. It was a movement so fast that it was difficult to predict.

“Try to stop me from attacking this time.”

Helmut spoke leisurely. I don’t think there’s a need to be too harsh with a first-year student just because he was a little arrogant.

But that didn’t mean he would send it off in kind.

Just right! The tip of the sword, which was stabbed three times, was blocked by Geoffrey’s wooden sword. I was able to block it because I was concentrating with all my mind.

But those three times were the end. It wasn’t a very strong shock, but the brief impact paralyzed my hands.

The fourth sword pierced Geoffrey’s shoulder squarely. puck!

Jeffrey’s eyes widened. My entire shoulder ached from the impact that even reached my bones. The waves of shock spread through the body like an earthquake.