I Killed an Academy Player - Chapter 9
[ Corin Locke (1) ]
Most of Merkava Academy’s facilities are open to the public for free.
The student cafeteria is cheaper than the noodle restaurant outside the academy, and dormitories do not charge money, although there may be differences depending on grade.
Since I have been dispatched to exorcise dangerous monsters as a practical training since I was a student, I am providing all the support I can.
The gymnasium is also an example.
The gymnasium, which is open to all undergraduate students, is the most recommended facility in this school where there is a lot of personal time.
“Do you have a seat?”
“Yes… first year?”
The front desk staff looked at my student ID and tilted their heads.
It would be worth it. On the first day of school, a first-year student came to use the gymnasium. You might get a confused reaction.
It is normal for first graders to not even know the existence of a team room.
“As for the size… what size would you like?”
“Please give me size XL.”
“Is there anything in particular you want as a weapon?”
“Is there a window? I think about 2m will do.”
“It’s basic armament. There are various weapons prepared in the weapon container, so take whatever you want.”
“There are also elemental bodies?”
“Elemental entity? Uh… there is one, but…”
The front desk employee tilted his head at my words. The expression on his face is a mixture of questions such as “How on earth did he know that?” and other emotions.
Even if I took it, it would be meaningless.
When I change into my gym clothes and enter the gymnasium holding a spear, a gymnasium the size of a decent playground appears.
-Kaang! Kang!
-Howling!
-Quwaaaang!
As soon as I entered, a bloody sound greeted me. This is the sound made by students practicing in the gymnasium.
The weight room basically feels like a tennis practice room where each student can focus on training in their own room. It’s completely open to the public behind a glass curtain.
Of course, it was difficult to prepare a team room for the number of students, so admission was only possible on a first-come, first-served basis during popular times and on weekends.
First-year students have just entered school and are now in a chaotic time. This is an opportunity to enjoy a luxurious single room.
I lightly swung the sharp spear I was given for practice.
In the previous episode, I caught the spear every single day. Surprisingly, I seem to have a talent for spearmanship.
“You learned it too late. Then, practice a lot.”
I learned proper spearmanship only after I was officially introduced to the master by Mr. Park, but it was too late.
“Wake up. It’s time to get to work.”
I placed the small egg-like thing I got at the front desk on the floor and tapped it.
This is an object possessed by a spirit. Spirits descend on this world in two ways.
The first is to receive magical power and materialize it through a formal contract with a spiritist. In this case, since it is incarnated in a spiritual body, it is visible to my eyes.
The second is to possess an object like this. Guardian Academy, which aims for high-intensity training, provides these practice spirit bodies through a contract with the spirit world so that they can be destroyed.
-Crack! Crack!”
The wings spread out with a sound that sounds like a child laughing.
-Wheeeee!
A spirit that flies with a threatening sound of its wings.
The spirit possessed by this egg is a common low-level wind spirit. However, the performance of the possessed body is limited. Accordingly, although it does not have attack ability, its speed is comparable to that of an intermediate spirit.
“Hey, look at that.”
“What is it?”
“A first-year student is practicing in spirit form.”
I could feel the gaze of the seniors who were using the training room. Their voices The emotion contained is not surprise, but ridicule toward the guest.
“Practicing with the spirit form is only done in the second semester.”
“You must have heard a rumor somewhere.”
As they said, practicing with the spirit form begins in the second semester. The reason is simple.
There is no point in giving me an impossible challenge.
A spirit body lightly dodges the spear that screamed “Sigh…!” . This is not a simple evasion level. It reads the trajectory of the spear and moves towards me with a finesse of 0.1 cm.
It was a joke.
“Look.”
“There are a lot of kids who can’t master wind-type spirit forms even in the second year, so what about a first grader?” This is
why the spirit forms are only used as teaching aids in the second semester. The superior cognitive ability of the spirits and the specialized spirit forms are added. Overwhelming evasion ability.
It’s no different from asking a toddler who has just started to walk to race a bicycle.
Geniuses like Named might not know, but it boasts a level of difficulty that regular students can’t catch even after becoming second graders.
-Shh!
He swung the spear again. All of the speed and timing. The spirit body simply evaded the blind spot and slammed its body into my forehead. It was a joke.
“Huh…!”
Since it had no attack ability, it was as if there was no impact, but the feeling of failure was great.
But I was not frustrated . No. The current practice is a test to regain the sense of the previous episode.
‘If I was going to be this frustrated, I didn’t make a pact to save the world.’
I want to have at least the basics of my spear skills. As
I was preparing to launch my spear again, a cheerful voice flowed into my ears from the entrance.
“Hello, guys! Thank you for your hard work today!”
“Huh, Marie?”
“You came early? Are you here to practice?”
“Yes! There was something I practiced during vacation. right. Would you like some snacks?”
Marie generously opened the basket of snacks she had packed. Not only steamed potatoes, but also corn, sweet potatoes and seasonal vegetables were endless.
“It looks like you worked hard by coming early. Here’s a wet towel.”
“Uh, uh… thank you.” A
second-year student in the Knights’ Department blushing as she received the cold wet towel that Marie gave her. Marie soon came to me as well.
“You’re a junior. “Did you see me in the morning?”
“Yes, Dunareff-senior.”
“I’ve never seen a first-year student come to the gym since the first day!”
Everyone was busy having fun back in our day,” she says, creating an atmosphere of light laughter. Marie creates an atmosphere of smiling as naturally as breathing. “ Do
you want to eat steamed potatoes?” I also have sugar.”
She smiles brightly, saying she brought it with her this time. The awkwardness she had with her first-year junior whom she met today was so friendly that it seemed as if it had been blown away in a second. “Thank you, I’ll eat it.”
Marie
‘s white fingers touched her as she accepted the steamed potatoes. It was lightly sprinkled with sugar.
White snow falling on the steaming yellow flesh. There is no such thing as a delicacy in the delicious sugar potatoes.
As I was biting into them, Marie handed me a cup filled with water as if she had been waiting for me.
“Thursday . Stuck? Eat slowly.”
“Thank you.”
Marie glanced at the spirit body that suddenly caught her eye and tilted her head.
“Huh? What is that?”
Marie looks puzzled at the spirit body that would be impossible to recognize if she took a first-year class.
“Are you practicing with that?”
“Yes, what’s the problem?”
“Oh no? “You’re working hard!”
Marie shook her head as if embarrassed. I guess she thought it would give the impression that she was ignoring me.
The room I was in… To be precise, I was holding the window behind the crowd of people who had gathered to talk to Marie, but there was someone behind me. A new voice was heard.
“Hoo.”
It was an old voice, too profound to be a student and with a stubbornness that could not be hidden.
“Huh?”
“Huh? Instructor Harman?”
Professor Harman, who had shocked the new students at the entrance ceremony, was glaring at them.
“Corin Locke. You’re a new student.”
“Hello. “Instructor.”
“…….”
Old Man Harman twitched as if he was surprised that he was referred to as an instructor rather than a professor. Although
the academy was originally divided into the knight department and the magic department, all of the teachers who teach the students are professors.
Professor Harmon also holds the title of professor, but he disliked the title of professor because he felt it was stained with ink.
“Why are you practicing in your spirit form? Corin Locke.”
“It’s spear practice. I’m trying to guess that.”
“Foot…!”
The seniors in the background behind Old Man Harmon burst into laughter. They seem to think that a rookie who doesn’t know anything is acting brave.
“Ugh… Kids, stop it… You may not know…”
Marie tried to stop the older students, fearing that I would get hurt, but she also thought that what I was doing was meaningless.
“Have you learned the spear? “What is your school?”
“I learned the Bagua in the neighborhood…”
It’s one of the general martial arts that you can apply for and learn when you’re in your second year.
In fact, I learned this as a basic thing, and it’s really just a combination of six choirs and six martial arts. It’s a skill called infinity, but I can’t mention it in front of old man Harman. I
can’t reveal it in front of old man Harmon and the two most senior members of the academy yet. If I criticize it, I might be misunderstood as a bastard.
“Are you confident you’ll succeed?
” No, I will do it.”
Why did you come here? That’s what I came for. The corner of Old Man Harman’s mouth twitched as if he liked my answer.
“You seem to be in good spirits. It’s a good attitude! I’ll give you ten meal tickets!”
I was handed a bundle of meal tickets from a rough leather wallet. This… was stamped with a good meaning?
“If you succeed, come to me! I’ll praise you!”
Old Man Harmon is determined to show his goodwill. You can tell just by looking at him when he takes students he likes to the cafeteria. It’s hard to
eat with a classy guy, but surprisingly, he doesn’t mess with you while eating. I mean caution.
‘Even though I’m a gourmet, I only feed him expensive food.’
If you are successful and go to the report, you will probably be able to receive a voucher for a fancy suburban restaurant.
If you raise Old Man Harman’s favorability level, he will give you a voucher for a famous restaurant in Merkava City. I leave
Old Man Harman, who has left to manage the headquarters, and stare at the spirit body. The older students still laughed at me and assured me of failure.
“Fighting…!” I hope it succeeds!”
Marie entered her room, leaving a cheer.
* * * *
Spirits do not have eyes. This is because their world operates by different laws than the human world.
Concepts such as sight, hearing, smell, and touch. Rather, it is because pure magical power takes the place
of the five senses. This is also true when possessed by an elemental body.
The elemental body possessed by the wind spirit distinguishes and responds to the vibrations and waveforms of the wind shaking in the atmosphere.
Therefore, it does not depend on vision, etc. It is much more agile than others and has excellent endurance.
This is because it does not flinch from threatening attacks or lose stamina by moving more than necessary. Therefore, the wind
elemental is the best practice target for knights and magicians.
No matter how powerful the attack is , If you don’t hit it right, it’s meaningless.
Hitting a wind spirit with excellent evasion ability proves the accuracy of the skill in itself. That’s
why the level of difficulty is high. To hit the target, you need to have both sense and effort specifications.
– Above Hey!
A spirit dodging the spear with a threatening sound of wings. The fact that it narrowly missed the shot as if mocking it showed the spirit’s nasty personality. ‘I have the
technology, but I don’t have the body to implement it…’
The body It’s a problem. Corin Locke’s body was too weak.
His Auror rating and magic power rating were the lowest. Since he had few Aurors, his physical level dropped and his magic power was low, so he couldn’t use skills that consumed magic power. With
below-average specs, he was hit with every single blow. I had no choice but to give it my all, and with each failure, the accumulated sense of desperation and fatigue weighed more and more on my body.
“Look, he’s still doing it.”
“I haven’t even brushed it yet. “Why
are you still like that ?”
“You must be embarrassed to quit now.”
Ignoring the mockery, he stabbed the spear again. But again, the spear only pierces empty space.
Now, he used an accelerated horizontal slash by rotating his shoulder and waist towards the spirit that did not show any sincerity in dodging.
slap! The sound of splitting the air. I rolled my eyes here and there, looking for the spirit that had disappeared from sight, and frowned at the slight weight I felt at the tip of the spear.
-The
spirit body rolling from the tip of the spear crashed into my face.
“Ugh…!”
It’s more of a shame than a pain. I’m completely looking down on you.
If I had been in my first year, I wouldn’t have been fooled like this.
‘It’s a pity that I wasted this and that.’
Since he followed Park Si-hoo around, he often took elixirs and potions.
As I was looking for a towel to wipe away the sweat pouring down like rain, a cold, wet towel was held in my hand. It’s Marie.
“Are you having a hard time?”
A light-colored girl approaches me and squats down while I am stretched out.
“Is it very difficult?”
“Whoa… it’s hard.”
“Then it’s okay to take a break. If you do this, you’ve worked hard.”
Marie smiled sadly as she handed her the magically created water.
“Whoa… whoa… no.”
“……why?”
Marie seemed saddened by the ridicule from the older students pouring at her. The only person here who doesn’t laugh at me is Marie.
“Are you going to eat? Enjoy your meal. I will try more before leaving.”
“…Is it because you’re embarrassed? It’s okay. No one will say anything. I worked hard, so I can succeed next time.”
“It’s not like that.”
Marie’s expression became increasingly incomprehensible.
“It’s very difficult. It’s just that it’s not working out well for my junior yet. You can do it later. So, you can try next time.”
It’s not wrong. Actually, it’s true that I’m trying to come.
The body moved with difficulty, as if holding a piece of iron. The arm holding the spear was trembling, and the palm was torn and bleeding.
Think back to me three years ago.
When I first became possessed three years ago, I was struggling and chasing the spirit body.
I am much better now than I was then. At least he imitated the spear technique.
But it was okay at the time.
Three years ago, there was Park Si-hoo.
There was a player and a system window.
There were also potions and skill books that appeared in the combination window.
Not now. There is no Park Si-hoo. I killed it.
Now I have to do it on my own. It can’t stop like this.
“It’s never too late to give up, even if you try until the very end.”
There was a clue. Now that I’m slowly getting the hang of it… 4 hours until curfew.
Analyze.
Analyze and attack.
As always, it’s the only thing I’m good at.