episode_0018

There was an uneasiness about being in contact with the main story of ‘Avalon Academy’, but for now, preparations for the anti-war battle were going smoothly.

I didn’t prepare it, but I left it to experts to handle it.

“Sister, are you gathering reports well?”

“Ugh! There are so many that it’s a bit difficult to categorize them—”

“Sister. You know that I depend on you a lot, right? I feel really fortunate to have someone like you who can fill in the details. Good luck!”

“Ehehe, just trust me! I’m confident in organizing the data!”

The basis of counter-insurgency warfare was information warfare. And there was no manpower like the newspaper department to collect information.

Information was collected from students with a special key ring from ‘Dr. Cassano, the prophet of love’, one of the popular sections of the student newspaper, as a free gift. Without being too explicit, say something like, ‘Please tell us your story.’

And in the newspaper department, there was another expert besides the manager.

“The person we need to watch out for the most in class F, our opponent, is Natsume Yukine.”

It was Suho, a stalking expert.

Suho, who memorizes the names of famous girls, had some useful information.

“Her biggest characteristic is….”

“It means you’re an idiot.”

“…That’s right. You know Dohan, right? Well, he’s so famous.”

It was famous.

Not in this world, but in the gaming community of Avalon Academy. This is because a sidebar named Natsume Yukine was one of the characters that was changed when the game company of ‘Avalon Academy’ was at its worst.

Because of her unique character design, she was nicknamed ‘Buichichi Girl’.

“Yukine is one of the superhumans with naturally strong telekinetic abilities. Normally, he uses most of his mental power in daily life, but if he gives up his mental power for activities and pours all his telekinetic abilities into attacks, he can kill even ordinary C-class monsters in one go. It is possible to produce output.”

“You’re an assistant for the disabled.”

“…Well, compared to guys like Borjigin, that doesn’t mean there isn’t something like that. But that’s rude to the assistants all over the country—”

I ignored Suho’s grumbling and recalled an old memory.

Buichichinyeo is a high-level telekinetic ability. It is possible to achieve an insane level of telekinetic control by manipulating prosthetic hands and limbs with spherical joints one by one using telekinesis.

However, her true value is revealed when she falls into a state of confusion, unable to control her telekinetic powers.

At that moment, Suho talked about ways to deal with telekinesis.

“Due to the nature of telekinetic abilities that are dramatically influenced by mental power, it is important to prepare means that can cause mental shock or confusion—”

“No, that’s not it.”

“huh?”

“Never do that.”

The moment Vuichichinyeo falls into a state of confusion, she loses control of her telekinesis.

As a result, the prosthetic arms and legs, made in the form of efficient ball joints, move, bend, and rotate randomly in response to the runaway telekinetic power.

That look… The demonic possessor in horror movies with the theme of exorcism is so bizarre that it cannot even be compared. So much so that all the characters around him suffer from the fear state or worse.

Vujicicnyeo’s ‘Runaway Mode’ is a source of laughter that spawns all kinds of memes and gifs in the community, but for users who first encountered it through the game, it was so scary that it was almost like a nightmare.

“suddenly?”

“This is all advice for you, Suho.”

Suho tilted his head as if he was suspicious because he didn’t know about such circumstances.

And then he calmly nodded his head in the affirmative.

“Yeah, well. There’s still a lot of time left until the competition. It would be okay to prepare our response slowly.”

“I’m saying this for you, so remember it.”

I emphasized it once again, but Suho’s reaction was not one that he took to heart.

If you do that, you will encounter it in real combat and faint.

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After Professor Yeo Soon-yang’s lecture on swordsmanship.

Professor Sunyang Yeo caught me as I was quickly leaving the classroom.

“Hey! Friend Dohan? Do you want to stop for a moment~?”

“yes?”

“You didn’t listen to the one-on-one lessons last time, so you just left, right? If you were busy, it’s okay to take it today.”

“I’m not interested.”

“uh?”

“Then I’ll just leave.”

“Um, are you there? Dohan’s friend? If you have a good time—”

“I want to focus on personal training. Thank you.

Is this a modified work? I have no intention of wasting my golden after-school break time by giving lessons.

Who would waste time like that when you can become stronger all at once by clicking on the status window? To put it bluntly, it is inefficient.

“Ah! If it’s not a lesson, that’s right! You signed up for a sparring match with student Jin Myeong-mi, right~?”

“Who is Jin Myeong-mi?”

“Huh? Ah, student Chen Mingmei.”

“Ah, chinese.”

Mingmei said she would sign up for a sparring match on her own, but it looks like she has already applied.

“Will my sister give me permission to spar right now? I can even observe!”

“Hmm, Mingmei, I guess I should ask her. Is she gone already?”

After looking around, fortunately, I was able to find Mingmei still walking.

I called Mingmei out as loudly as I could to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

“Hey—! Shanks—!”

Then, Mingmei, trembling, looked over, looked at me, sighed, and walked over.

Mingmei came closer and opened her mouth, shaking her head as if she was tired of it.

“His name is Chen Mingmei, not Shanks.”

“Hey, it’s a nickname. It’s a nickname, a nickname.”

“So why did you call me?”

“Professor Yeo Soon-yang here said she would visit us in sparring.”

“…ah.”

Mingmei looked at Professor Yeo Soon-yang and me alternately with a small exclamation.

Professor Sunyang Yeo smiled brightly and waved her finger left and right as she greeted them.

“Hello~! Are you the youngest of the Cheon family? That old man, Jin Geum-gang—you are quite familiar with the elder Cheon Jin-gang? Feel free to call me Sunyang unni~.”

“…Do you know the matriarch?”

“I was in a bit of trouble a long time ago~. Has he corrected it yet?”

“He is always the same. He is like a mountain that supports us reliably.”

Ming-mei and Yeo Sun-yang exchanged various personal details for a while, as if the swordsmen had something in common.

Is this woman, Miss Yeo, really a Korean-Chinese?

Just when reasonable doubts began to arise, Ms. Yeosun clapped her hands and brought up the story.

“Sleep! Then, let’s quickly go to the sparring room~.”

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Mingmei and I stood facing each other in the sparring room, each holding a training weapon in our hands.

What I was holding was a heavy baton that was over 2 meters long, and what Mingmei was holding was a one-handed sword with no edge. It is the Academy’s standard training equipment made of gate metal.

“You two are ready~?”

“yes.”

“I’m fully prepared.”

It was my first time using a weapon against someone, but I didn’t feel nervous or afraid.

The composition of ‘Jinga Singing Method Training’ in my head was calming my mind. As I hold the baton in my hand, my vision narrows and I feel like my entire nerves are reorganizing themselves into a form suitable for battle.

“Then let’s start sparring~”

With Miss Yeo’s command to start, a whistle sounded from the speakers in the sparring room.

And, the one who rushed in first was Chen Mingmei. The sword in her hand struck sharply, drawing the fastest and most efficient path.

The direction is upper left.

He lightly turned the baton in an arc and pushed Mingmei’s sword out. And take one step back.

I took a step back, maintaining a distance that would allow me to utilize the long effective range of the baton.

At the same time, he stretched forward the pole he was holding tightly in his hand and stabbed Mingmei’s defenseless right shoulder. The calculation was that it would be difficult to defend since he had no right arm.

However, such a thrust only split the air as Mingmei used the sword leaning on the ground as leverage and turned her body in a dangerous manner as if she was falling. It’s like dancing… No, it was like watching a breathtaking stunt.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by that unexpected trick and opened my mouth.

“Is it right to use a sword like that?”

“You’re asking a strange question.”

Mingmei, smiling brightly, adjusted her aim and answered.

“Isn’t a sword just a means of battle?”

“….”

That remark is very far from the teachings of the ‘Chen Family Singing Method Training’ that Mingmei would have originally learned.

I was so dumbfounded that I burst out laughing without realizing it.

Indeed, does losing one arm change the direction of martial arts so much?

“But it’s strange. Kim Do-han, the fire technique you use looks exactly like Cheonga’s.”

“So, are you scared?”

“I lost confidence.”

Mingmei, who answered with a giggle, shouted as if she had received a clearer answer than anyone else.

“—Jill herself!”

The sword came at me again, and I concentrated on defense, taking full advantage of the distance the baton had.

Whenever I saw an opening, I also tried to attack, but Mingmei’s strange acrobatics with the sword only cut the air.

And, the moment I swung the baton loudly because I thought it couldn’t go on like this.

“Ugh?!”

“Haha!”

Mingmei, who dodged the baton with an acrobatic movement, attacked my shoulder with the tip of her sword.

The dizzying pain that made the world turn white twisted my muscles, and I had no choice but to force myself to back away while groaning.

Mingmei shouted loudly with the force of a roaring tiger.

“Ever since I was young, I have been practicing swordsmanship against warriors from the Heavenly Family! Kim Do-han, as long as your baton resembles the trajectory of that spear, I will not lose!”

Clearly, Mingmei was completely destroying my every move.

Physically, I had an advantage over Mingmei, but I was overcoming that difference with my technical sophistication and experience. It was definitely a feat worth being confident about.

Since my shoulder was injured, it was difficult to control my movements with just my muscles.

Mana was circulated according to the composition of the Jinga Singing Technique. The mana that vibrates like a wave through the blood vessels passes through the arms and seeps into the rod, creating a black… An uprising was achieved. Soft smoke rose from the bong.

Then Mingmei’s sword was similarly overlaid with sword energy and smoke rose.

“Kim Do-han! Your baton skills and my sword skills are in a perfect hierarchical relationship!”

“What kind of meme is that, damn it!”

Ming-mei and I have achieved a hundred and ten times together, but the more time passes, the more disadvantaged I become.

If we continue like this, we will definitely lose.

A winning strategy was needed.

“Soñar lo impossible soñar─♬”

In order to control the muscles of the body, I slightly divided my breathing, which had been elaborately distributed, and sang an ode.

Noa Sancho Acosta’s abilities Irregular Ode. An ode to courage dwelled in my soul and body, and my burning blood spread from my intestines to the tips of my fingernails.

If I were to summarize this ode in one sentence, it would mean something like this.

[That is the duty and duty of a true knight—no! It’s not an obligation, it’s a privilege!]

A knight holding a staff appeared here.

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“Haha… I lost… I tried to guide you, Kim Do-han, with a cane, but in the end, I only showed my ugly side. I don’t have the courage to show my face.”

“For that matter, you look refreshed.”

“Haha, is that so? Hmm—honestly, it’s incomparably refreshing! Now that I know my shortcomings, I wonder how much better I can become if I use this as a mirror to renew myself! My hands are already shaking with anticipation.”

“Major bitch….”

He said that while looking like he was beaten like a dog by a baton, bruised and in disrepair.

All I can think is, is he a bastard?

[Currently using 71% of available resources.]

[Irregular Ode – 51%]

[Jinga Singing Technique Training – 20%]

[Free available resources: 29%]

As evidence, Mingmei’s available resources were reduced by nearly half.

It’s enough to learn one more piece of Mingmei’s dummy data.

“Hahaha—!”

Mingmei laughed like a madman.

Professor Sunyang Yeo, who was observing our sparring, joined the conversation by clapping her hands.

“Good job you both~. Are you hungry from sparring?”

“Ah yes.”

“My older sister is giving dinner to the two people who worked hard! Oh, of course, at the professor’s cafeteria. My older sister is also struggling with her salary….”

“yes.”

“But our academy’s cafeteria is really delicious, so you can look forward to it, right?”

Professor Yeo Soon-yang, who suggested having a meal together, seemed to have an ulterior motive… .

Well, they said they would buy me food.

I’ll just have to follow along.

“thank you.”

“What~.”