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    Training for the Ranked Match. (1)



    Imperial Academy Magic Training Center.

    Unlike the training grounds of the swordsmanship department, the training grounds prepared outdoors were occupied by about 100 students who looked as if they were not very interested.

    “Mr. Hwak. Aren’t all your expressions relaxed?”

    “””… … “””

    The reason was simple. The temporary instructor who was going to re-select students for the ranking competition in the Black Magic Department, which had already been decided through ladder climbing, had gathered them together and said he would train them for a week.

    “Tsk. These are the beggars of the future of black magicians. I’m worried that even if I live for 200 years, the treatment of black magicians will change.”

    Even the temporary instructor is the black magician Fianna Stone, known as the master of the Black Tower of the Kingdom of Frisia.

    But her appearance was so different from what was known, and she looked to be around 6-8 years old, so the students were worried whether it was really her. And since the information floating around about her didn’t seem to be positive, they couldn’t help but be even more worried.

    -The youngest black magician to reach level 7. Fianna Stone. Assaults members of the Royal Knights.

    -During the process of killing the demons by the black magic tower master Piana Stone, a village was lost.

    -There is a rumor that she came from the slums of the Kingdom of Frisia, and that before she built the Magic Tower, she was a back-alley thug…

    For this reason, students were reluctant to be educated by her and were pessimistic about competing in the rankings.

    -Black magicians use the same magic as the demons, the enemies of humans.

    This has been known for a long time and is the reason why black magicians have been discriminated against.

    And because of that, even if a black magician gains the honor of fighting someone with magic and winning, there are people who see it not as an honor, but as a crime of attacking a ‘human’ by swinging the power of the demon race or assault.

    Even in the old days, there was an incident where a black magician who saved a person from being killed by a robber was found not guilty after almost a year of investigation despite clear evidence, so it is difficult to say that their victim consciousness is exaggerated.

    But what about the ranking battle? It’s a festival of honor and fun where you fight against other magicians and sword users and achieve victory.

    If, in the middle of such a festival, a black magician were to defeat another magician, a swordsman, a knight, and achieve a high rank, would people acknowledge the black magician, or would they gossip about the power of the demons being dangerous?

    The answer was set in stone, and this was something that history had already revealed, so the students could not help but be indifferent to her nagging.

    “Write… That’s enough. What can you expect from those big-headed little bastards? To the assistant.”

    -fault!

    However, Piana forces education on such students as if she had no expectations from the beginning.

    At her call, a man with a fierce appearance, wearing a blood-red half-sleeve and an octagonal hat, walked in front of them at a right angle and stood in front of the students.

    “You must master all the demonstrations that the teaching assistant will show you within one week. If you fail to do so, all of you will receive an F grade for this year’s practical assessment.”

    “”””◦? “””◦

    As all the students widened their eyes and started to murmur at Piana’s declaration, she gave them a short and sharp shout to shut up, then took out a small disc from her bosom and held it up high for the students to see… However, thinking that they wouldn’t be able to see it because of her short height, she handed it over to the mean teaching assistant and shouted at him.

    “From now on, you must all use only Lv1 black magic, the Sword of Darkness, to destroy 10 of these magic targets. As you can see, they are ordinary targets without any strengthening spells. How about it, simple?”

    “””… … “””

    “Big pressure!!”

    “””Yes… “””

    Piana’s eyebrows twitched at the students’ rambling answers, but she let out a sigh as if to suppress her anger and continued her explanation.

    The magic targets don’t have any strengthening spells applied to them, so they can be easily destroyed by the Sword of Darkness, which doesn’t have much firepower. Instead, these targets will float in the sky and move slowly.

    As he spoke and instructed his teaching assistant, he lightly threw the target into the sky, and the target began to move quite slowly, and most of the students were relieved that they would be able to destroy it easily.

    Because it was too simple to be called training or a trial, as Matapju threatened to make her grade F.

    However, as if waiting for the students to feel relieved, Piana stomped the ground hard with her magical power, making a sound and drawing attention.

    “Instead, the Dark Sword must be used only once. Otherwise, the target will regenerate infinitely.”

    “””!!!”””

    The students began to shout in despair at the sight of her smiling bitterly, as if to show them what the trials of being a black magician were.

    *

    ‘… No, isn’t that assistant teacher Chunshik hyung?’

    Knowing what kind of training the Master had suggested, I knew it wouldn’t be a very difficult task, so I wasn’t too worried.

    Rather, what caught my attention, or rather my nerves, was the sight of my junior in the black helmet, standing with his mouth shut, wearing a ranger uniform that you would only see in the military, and my neighborhood acquaintance, Chun-sik.

    ‘Why on earth is that guy here doing that?’

    There is no South Korean military in this world, so where did they get those clothes? I guess we should just dismiss these as Easter eggs from the world of novels.

    While he was thinking such questionable thoughts, the students were each directing their complaints toward their teacher.

    “Temporary Instructor! Isn’t that too much! Our first-year students haven’t even gotten used to level 1 magic yet!”

    “The same goes for the second year students! They’re not all just students who do combat training! And isn’t the teaching assistant next to him also a high level?! Don’t force us to become level 7 magicians! There’s a order to it!!”

    “We’re graduating this year, and all of a sudden we got an F… Are you going to take responsibility for our lives, teacher? No one can do such ridiculous magic, even at level 3 or 4.”

    What the students say makes perfect sense.

    I also think that the way the teacher unconditionally criticizes others without even considering their own position is worthy of enough backlash. However.

    ‘I told you not to. You shouldn’t have brought up the trait level.’

    “Kick! That’s exactly the kind of lame excuse and joke you’d come up with at your level. It suits you so well. Hey, instructor. Start the demonstration.”

    “Yes!!”

    When Chun-sik, wearing a ranger outfit, responds to his teacher’s words in a military-like voice and opens the pocket on his waist to shoot ten targets into the sky, the students’ eyes and atmosphere turn even more sinister.

    Surely everyone is thinking this. The Black Tower’s Magic Tower Master is bringing in high-level and talented magicians from among his magicians to show off in front of their eyes, and that he is doing this to lure away a few good people.

    “[Black Magic] [Lv. 1][Sword of Darkness]!!”

    Even though Chun-sik completed his swordsmanship a little faster than the average student and shot a sword into the sky, destroying a leisurely moving target, no one cheered or was surprised.

    Because no one can predict how the sword will move or how it will destroy its target.

    “Hot!!”

    -Whew!! Bang!!

    “”””?””””

    “Haaat?! Haap! Hurry up!!”

    -Kaang!! Kang!! Kaaang!!

    “”””!!””””

    As the assistant’s spirit and bizarre gestures that are unclear as either pointing or dancing at the targets, the dark swords that were shot into the sky begin to fly through the sky as if dancing and destroy the targets one by one, everyone’s expressions begin to change from discontent to confusion, from confusion to surprise, and from surprise to awe.

    Magic is a phenomenon created by combining magic colors, levels, and magic names.

    However, common sense says that although a phenomenon can be blocked or broken by another phenomenon or disappear after fulfilling its role, it cannot be erased or change its role to perform a different action in the middle.

    But Chunshik shattered that common sense in front of over 100 magicians, controlling the magic that had already been activated, changing its direction, and changing its role, making it move as if cutting rather than stabbing. It was natural for those who had the title of magician, even though he was a student, to be surprised.

    As his bizarre dance and spirit destroyed the last ten targets and erased the sword from the sky, some students exclaimed in admiration, and those who quickly came to their senses began to murmur, doubting his mastery.

    “… What is that? Didn’t the sword of darkness just cut through? “

    “I clearly shot it, but it changed direction along the way!”

    “That’s the problem?! I was controlling it myself! Isn’t that guy a wizard too?”

    The students are confused and even question whether Chunsik Hyung’s level is on the same level as their teacher.

    As if to put an end to their foolish nonsense, the teacher stomps hard on the ground, spreading his magic to silence the students.

    “Chunshik.”

    “Assistant! Chun! Sik! Lee!”

    “What is your dark magic level?”

    “Yes! Black magic level is 2!!”

    “””?!!””””

    And then, as if he were telling them about his realm, he held out the imperial trait level certificate he had received a few days ago in front of them, knowing that there would be some who would not believe him. The students who had been looking at him rushed to check the certificate and trembled.

    Just by looking at his face, you could tell that he was a man who would turn 40 tomorrow after facing the ravages of time, but the fact that he was a level 2 trait meant that from the perspective of the Academy students, he was just a loser in life.

    And the skills that those losers showed were not something they could possibly imitate.

    “If this is a lie, take the certificate to the Imperial Office and check. I will give you a chance to go and check for yourself to see if they conspired with me and this guy to deceive you Yoo Jeong-ran guys.”

    “Dude, how on earth? Wasn’t that magic just now a phenomenon that occurred through a 3-stage spell? But how can a level 2 magician ‘twist’ it? I’ve never seen anything like this.”

    “Who said you can’t do it because you haven’t seen it or done it?”

    “It’s a textbook!”

    “Then that’s trash. The content of a scribbled-out brat who has never tried anything and never put in any effort is more trustworthy than the truth shown to you in front of your eyes. Do you really think that?”

    “””… … “””

    This time it’s a completely different silence.

    The students’ eyes began to sparkle as if they had experienced a new magic, a ‘new world’, at the teacher’s words, and finally the magician in front of them… no.

    I’m starting to realize who the ‘wizard’ is.

    “Listen carefully. Don’t let the limits of a black magician be determined by you and the trash who were born and lived before you. No magic has yet discovered its end, and even the magicians of a certain empire you know well are still growing and studying. And yet you are giving up on your own growth because you are trapped in the shackles of a textbook writer who has not even reached magic level 7 and said that you cannot do it. Even if I show you this much, do you really think that because you are black magicians, you are not growing and not being recognized?”

    “””No!!”””

    “Kick! Now you’re responding like a human being. Hey, Assistant.”

    “Yes!”

    “Tell the kids some tricks. I’m getting ready for the next practice.”

    “Okay!”

    The teacher, who had the students in his grasp and making them work hard in an instant, glanced at me and said with his lips, “You have 20 before this afternoon,” before leaving the practice room.

    ’20? Even when I was 15, I used to break 30 each.’

    Even though I don’t know who his teacher is, I thought he was a really great and good person. After finishing the demonstration lesson, I approached Chunshik and received the target.



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