episode_0028

As expected, the frivolous-looking man came to Asha and asked for a sparring match.

Are you trying to do a mean trick against Asha, who is half-racial?

Or maybe he was trying to attack someone who was half his size because he thought he would win easily because he looked so easy. It was a difficult attitude to understand.

If the former is an abnormal sexual desire, if the latter is a simple idiot.

Well, either way, the ending is obvious, so I don’t have to worry about it.

Asha’s critical hit rate for humanoids was extremely high, so wouldn’t she be seriously injured?

I’m not sure how that will be implemented in reality.

“What shall we do, Hashal?”

Asha looked at me as if she was embarrassed.

Well, since your skill gap will be obvious to her, she probably won’t have the will to get caught up in unpleasant intentions.

“Well, wouldn’t it be okay if I dealt with you at least once? It would actually be more convenient later, right?”

“Is that so?”

When Asha nodded willingly, the man smiled and returned.

In the end, he didn’t even look at me until the end.

It wasn’t hate or contempt, it was just that he seemed to be having a hard time even putting words to it, so I didn’t really say anything.

“Hashal, who do you plan to spar with?”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to look for it now. I’m not sure if there’s anyone who wants to spar with me.”

“There’s Knut, right?”

“It won’t end with sparring with him. Never.”

I could tell right away just by looking into his eyes.

He looks in my direction persistently, but is cautious enough to never approach me first.

It had the eyes of a carnivore, calmly observing its prey until it revealed a loophole.

So I won’t ask for a sparring first from over there.

Because he probably wasn’t sure if he could bite my neckline yet.

Although my nerves continued to throb unpleasantly, as if reacting to his swampy hostility.

If I provoked him, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist and would attack me.

However, I also had no intention of requesting a sparring match now.

Right now, we’re keeping to each other, but if we eventually exchange weapons and unleash our fighting spirit, neither I nor Knut will be able to suppress our rising murderous intent.

Whoever wins, one of them will die and the other will be seriously injured.

I’ll probably win, but in the end, it will only prove my notoriety.

Oh, maybe Professor Kaline can stop it before that happens.

That is, if only I had enough reason to listen to the professor.

After all, let’s quit. If you’re unlucky, you might even swing a knife at the professor.

“I guess so. It’s a pity, but someday I’ll get a chance to see it.”

Asha nodded and began checking the equipment on her back.

…I hope I don’t have that opportunity as much as possible.

—-

Then, what should we do?

I took out a cigarette, puffed on it, and looked around at the general admission students.

I wonder if there isn’t a suitable guy anywhere.

An opponent of just the right level who is too weak to be of any use, or so strong that I don’t have to reveal my true worth.

If I defeat that guy for sure, there will be very few people who would dare challenge me.

Anyway, right now, I am not in a situation where I can increase my standing through things like favorability or trust.

Most special students have no ill feelings towards me, but the people of the empire will look at me with colored glasses no matter what I say or do.

First, you have to prove your strength.

Fear is necessary. Moderate fear so that even those who hate me will reluctantly follow my strong commands.

First of all, these guys have to listen to me, so there will be fewer victims in the first episode to come.

All of the students who made eye contact with me quietly averted their gaze.

Not all of them have spirit. Am I really that scared when I try to fight…?

Maybe the fear part has already been satisfied.

Still, I have to prove my strength.

What I heard through rumors and what I witnessed firsthand. There must be a big difference between the two.

First of all, I had to talk to them before I could find a sparring partner or not, so I got up and headed towards them.

The crowd in front of me split into left and right like the Red Sea.

It was a sight that left me speechless.

If this is the case, wouldn’t you be able to call me Moses from today?

Only a few people who seemed capable were standing still and looking at me.

Mainly the main characters.

First of all, Edgar is glaring at me with his eyebrows raised.

It is dismissed. If you mess with a member of the religious order in the empire, you will be burned at the stake rather than gaining ground.

Among the 2nd year special students, there is a candidate for sainthood, but it would be a bit difficult to do something that would make her look hateful.

Ka’har isn’t really a cultist, so they probably won’t be the first to start a fight with me.

First of all, I don’t have a body that doesn’t respond to potions, so if I want to live a healthy life, I need to become as close to the church as possible.

If necessary, you may need to think about conversion.

To begin with, I have no idea what Ka’har’s religious views are.

They said that anti-magic power is also considered a blessing from God, so wouldn’t they gladly welcome me if I, an anti-magic person, converted?

Next is Ophelia, who has a long magic candle on her fingertip and is secretly looking at me while acting as if she is not interested.

He’s not bad…but his personality is a bit harsh, so let’s just consider it for now.

Then, is it Damian?

…I don’t think Damian will be able to beat him easily if he hides his skills.

Still, I need to get to know this person unconditionally, so I’ll take this opportunity to talk to him.

Although I don’t think it happened.

I turned my head and looked at Damian.

Millia, who was right next to me, cowered as if wary of me.

Damian turned to me and smiled with an incomprehensible expression.

It’s a refreshing and bright smile, typical of the main character, but there’s something…

It was a difficult feeling to put into words, but somehow, it was an alien laugh that was completely different from other people’s and gave off such a sense of incongruity.

You could say it was like looking at a doll without emotions.

No, it’s a bit different from that.

I don’t know. It must be my mistake.

Damian is an upright and just protagonist with the personality of a warrior among warriors.

I approached Damian to at least have a conversation.

“Hey, blonde. Did you say Damien? It’s a face I’ve seen at the entrance exam hall.”

“My name is Damian, but what’s going on? Is it really possible that a specially admitted student wants to challenge me to a sparring match?”

no. I don’t like it because I feel like if I spar with you, I’ll lose all my money to Knut.

“No, I just wanted to talk to you. Hashar Ayshangiorda. Call me Hashal or Mr. Hashal. Well, that’s up to you.”

“Story?”

Damian tilted his head.

” I saw that you had good skills during the entrance exam, so let’s be friends from now on. I like talented guys.”

How should I become friends with this person?

Since we introduced ourselves, it would be right to start with a handshake first, right?

As a sign of friendship, he smiled slightly and held out his right hand.

Damian looked down at my hand and immediately stretched out his hand.

“Don’t skip it, Damien!”

Millia sneakily blocked Damian’s path and glared at me with a hostile expression while her eyes were trembling.

What.

Does Millia also hate Kahar or something? I’ve never seen such a setting.

“What are you? I have business to attend to, not you, but to the guy behind you.”

“Milia? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Ka, I heard that Kahar is a marauder! You have to be careful, Damian is definitely targeting you because he’s wagging his tail!

what?

The cigarette I was holding fell to the floor.

Damn it.

How much does this cost?

“I’ve never hit anyone’s tail…! I have no intention of doing so…!”

I gritted my teeth in frustration.

You’re the one hitting the tail, not me…!

I’m just a guy who will be used for a long time, so I’m planning on just being reasonably friendly with him…!

“Well, then what is it? Why is Kahar’s villain suddenly approaching Damien? It looks suspicious to anyone!”

“Milia, saying things like that is rude to the other person.”

Damian stopped Millia.

Yes, I know. That’s very rude. Who dares.

“But…!”

“Stop. Did you say Hashal? It’s Damien. Please take care of me in the future.”

Damian took my hand and shook it up and down.

I guess I should be kind to him. He will be my future lifeline.

“…I can’t admit it.”

Millia muttered gloomily.

That thing sucks.

We need to manage this one so that it doesn’t become corrupted, but it’s a pain.

“So what should we do? Are you even his lover? Why are you trying to interfere so much?”

“Not a lover…but…a friend! Yes, because we are childhood friends!”

Millia proudly puffed out her chest and shouted.

Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were trembling.

It’s so sad, really.

It’s like a rabbit and I don’t even feel like getting angry.

I just have to say something reasonably understandable.

“We are lovers and childhood friends, and I have no such interest in men who are weaker than me, so please relax. After all, I only spoke to you because you seemed useful as a warrior to fight with.”

“…You’re that strong? I’ve never seen anyone stronger than Damian in a similar age group.”

Millia muttered distrustfully.

What does he not know?

If I apply my best, the main character can be turned into a piece of meat within 30 sums.

I will be kicked out and the world will be destroyed.

“If you don’t believe me, would you like to spar? I’ll do it gently.”

Since he is Damian’s childhood friend, you shouldn’t treat him too harshly.

My skills are a bit vague for an opponent who can highlight my strength, but at this point, all but a few people are up there.

If she doesn’t accept it in the first place, the only suitable sparring partner left will be Ophelia.

“Dualeon? Why with me…? If you’re going to do that, shouldn’t you do it with Damien?”

“I don’t want to attract too much attention from that side.”

He glanced at Knut.

That guy is still staring at me. It’s terrible.

When I go out on my own outside of lecture time, I always have to take Nigel with me.

“Um…”

Millia hesitated. So, I guess you don’t have the confidence to beat me?

It’s not like there’s no self-objectification at all.

“If you win, I promise not to approach Damian anymore. In the name of Aishangior.”

“I will.”

It was the most stern voice so far.

…I’m really trying hard.

“……Does my opinion matter?”

Damian muttered.

This is how my sparring partner was decided.

…Surely, if I win here, I won’t become corrupted because of it, right?

—-

20 minutes have passed.

Following Professor Kaline’s command to gather, all freshmen gathered again in front of the inspection table.

According to the professor’s order, only those who chose to spar remained in the center of the parade ground, and the spectators retreated around them.

About sixty people? Surprisingly, not many people decided to spar.

Even if the majority of the Religion Department was made up of priests, I would have guessed that half of the Knights and Magic Departments would choose to watch.

Professor Kaline frowned as if he didn’t like the situation, but he didn’t seem particularly angry, perhaps because of what he had said earlier.

Although I quietly muttered that they were pathetic people.

As there was a limit to the space at the parade ground for all 30 teams to spar at the same time, it was decided to hold the spar for a total of 3 times with 10 teams at the same time.

“Then, from now on, we will conduct the first basic sparring of the anti-personnel combat lecture. If there is still time after all 60 people have finished, sparring continues only for those who wish. Everyone get ready for the first group.”

Asha was in the first group and I was in the third group.

“If one side abstains or allows an attack deemed incapable of combat, it is a settlement. Weapons will be covered with hardened slime to render them non-lethal, but if you still intentionally try to kill your opponent, our instructor will intervene, so be careful. In particular, you will need to pay attention to controlling the power of magic.”

“hardening mucus?”

“It’s an adhesive for rock slime. Because it hardens upon impact, when applied to a sword, it becomes no different from a blunt weapon. It doesn’t last long though.”

There was something like that.

Knowledge has increased.

Soon, twenty students covered their weapons with slime and gathered in the middle of the parade ground.

Kaline signaled for sparring to begin.

I took out a new cigarette, smoked it, and looked at Asha and her partner.

“Then, let’s begin.”

Asha stroked her lance once, then connected it to the metal frame at her right elbow.

A clanking sound was heard.

“It’s not a mounted battle, but using a lance while standing on the ground…?”

The frivolous man who was Asha’s opponent held a wide one-handed sword and a circular shield, and covered his upper body with the shield.

It was a typical defense method of lance charging.

If the opponent had been human, it could have been prevented.

When Asha pulled the lever on her shoulder, a heavy engine sound came from the machine on her back, and smoke spewed out through the exhaust port.

Flames lit up from the nozzles on the back and waist.

When I turned the switches on the outside of both knees one after another, Asha’s body rose about 3cm with an explosion that shook the ground.

A strong wind blew out along with flames underfoot, repeatedly digging into the ground.

“Uh…?”

The man, startled by the levitating half-human, looked at the scene in bewilderment.

Asha aimed her lance at the man.

It was a standard posture with a large lance placed under the armpit and a metal frame attached to it to prevent it from sagging.

“Confirm charging jetpack operation. Boost charge, set.”

…Does that line really need to be said in words…?

Well, I guess that’s Asha’s own dream. Let’s be generous and move on.

“Taaat!”

With the sound of cheers, a storm of flames spewed out from behind Asha.

Asha’s lance ran through the air, leaving behind a red trail.

The astonished man grasped his shield tightly.

—-

…There is a fact that the man, Asha, and even I overlooked.

Asha was half-racial, and before she came as a special admission student, all of the opponents she had faced were probably half-racial.

The man’s shield completely covered his upper body, as was the lance’s defense method, and Asha’s posture was also the standard lance charging posture, targeting the opponent’s chest.

The problem is that Asha is only half as tall as a man.

…and the RBI was lowered that much because of that.

A desperate scream echoed throughout the academy.

I shuddered at the terrible tragedy caused by the differences between the two races and realized the disturbing truth.

The reason why Asha had a particularly high critical hit rate when fighting humanoid enemies.