episode_0035
by fnovelpiaGladiator instructor Kaltan Beders.
Like other unmanned vehicles, I can proudly say that I have dedicated my entire life to the sword.
For a better single strike.
I trained my body just for that. From the moment I woke up in the morning until I fell asleep at night. Every moment I moved my body was a process of improving my posture.
Also, I was constantly thinking. In my head, I was always drawing the trajectory of the sword, the logic, and a better number. I didn’t have time to think about anything else.
In other words, his body, his mind, and his life were all about cutting.
“Based on my standard, I will cut diagonally from the top right.”
The reason he said that to the student in front of him was because he thought it would be right to at least let him know that much.
I have gained many realizations. I have also repeatedly denied and overturned the things I had previously realized. I have always moved forward one step at a time through these processes.
The time accumulated was 30 years. The achievement made through that is the entry into the 7th class.
Even if he doesn’t use his aura, the sword of a master who has reached the realm of martial arts is heavy. In a sense that goes beyond simple physical strength.
Traces of countless mysteries and enlightenment melted into an ordinary sword. Can a mere student endure it?
“… If I don’t tell you this in advance, you won’t even know what happened. Please don’t get hurt.”
But this was the best academy in the empire. Now, this was the test that would conclude my studies there.
It couldn’t be done moderately.
“Go.”
Muscles throbbing. With his mind set on poison, Kaltan Bedders swung his arms. He laid down all his banquets.
Hoping that he could become a wall for that immature student.
‘Look. This sword is your goal. No matter how many years it takes, someday, you will definitely surpass it.’
and.
The training wooden sword was swung. With a fierce momentum, and on the trajectory that had been previously announced. Soon, the swords clashed with each other.
There was no sound.
“… Huh?”
Lightly. Like some child’s play. The sword of the sword was lightly deflected.
“Is this okay?”
The failed student in front of me speaks carelessly.
I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t figure out what had happened.
‘Is this a dream?’
Coughing for no reason.
“Ahem, ahem. Then this time, I won’t tell you the trajectory in advance, so take it. This, this is the real thing.”
And then boom.
“Eeeight!”
Bam.
“Hey, can you take the combo too!”
Thump thump, knock knock.
“Okay?”
It was an incomprehensible movement.
Since there was something called a sense of ki, he could clearly see how Seed’s muscles moved. But even so, he couldn’t understand the sword. It was a collection of principles he didn’t know.
He had no idea why his attacks were deflecting and losing all their power.
‘… but one thing is certain.’
It was obvious because he had been working hard without stopping. The beautiful trajectory that stretched out from Seed’s hand was by no means the result of coincidence or talent.
This guy is unbelievably untalented.
It was a movement that was created through a very, very long and relentless pursuit that was purely beyond oneself.
But I’m a student. Even if I had swung my sword without resting for even a second since I was born, there wouldn’t be enough time. What on earth happened?
Anyway, I had no choice but to admit it. Even though it wasn’t there.
The feeling of emptiness, embarrassment, the pride of being a teacher that was completely ruined, the guy’s movements that were so smooth it made him explode with anger. Anger. Mistake.
Although I acknowledged the seed in my head, if people always lived their lives acting rationally as they thought, there would be no such thing as cognitive dissonance.
That is why.
“No, teacher…Fuck.”
Kaltan’s black, dark aura was flying towards Seed.
It’s not too late. Seed’s extremely trained reflexes. Muscle control. Quick body movements, leading to the speed of aura emission.
Because Kaltan’s style was to focus on strength rather than speed, despite the overwhelming gap in aura, he barely had time to draw out his aura and respond.
But it doesn’t make sense.
A sword strike with an overwhelming aura of the 7th class. Fortunately, it is slow, so you can swing your sword against it.
I had to be prepared to lose one arm. It was fortunate that only one arm was cut off.
To begin with, it means that the speed is lacking, but on the contrary, the power is strong. If it had been a complete seed from a previous life, then it might have been different, but for now, with only a weak aura, there was no answer.
“Ugh, ugh… !”
Even though Kaltan himself realized his mistake and tried with all his might to stop the sword, it was still impossible.
The original 3rd class auror user, Naburangi, can be turned into a piece of meat by a 7th class auror user with just a single strike.
You can’t kill all of the power while swinging, and even with just a little bit of power left, Seed’s arm will be separated from his torso.
But there were people watching unfazed.
Teacher Mena began to hurriedly open a barrier of divine power. He was in a position where he had to hide the fact that he could use divine power, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
The disciple was in danger. So I didn’t worry about that and just used what I was most familiar with and fastest.
And at the same time, Irusia.
Wiggle.
Everyone present begins to feel a deep, overwhelming, and mind-boggling aura as if their hearts are being shattered in an instant.
And the last person who was there.
The president, in the short time before Mena’s barrier was even formed, before Irusia squeezed the mana out of her entire body.
He appeared in front of Seed, holding the sword of Kaltan with only his thumb and index finger.
“Mr. Bedders.”
“… What, did you do? Sorry… I’m sorry… .”
My head was cold. It felt like I had been poured with ice water. I was disqualified as a teacher. Kaltan wanted to kneel at Seed’s feet and apologize. He thought that even licking his feet would not be enough.
But Sid was actually thinking of something else.
‘I got it.’
The sword strike of the sword. Cid immediately threw away his wooden sword, took out his silver sword, and swung it. And at that moment when the sword was blocked by the general. Right before that. In a split second.
Swords had touched swords.
“Eke, bob, tukehek!!”
Seed vomited a clump of blood. However, it was not because he had suffered internal injuries from the clash with Kaltan’s sword.
Rather, the moment the swords met, most of the sword’s power was killed.
From the beginning, my body was as weak as an elf, and I moved it all day long. On top of that.
‘clearly.’
In an instant, my body was accelerating.
A circuit that was suppressed by Mena’s divine power. However, energy and energy can interfere. The seal was slightly broken by the aura emitted by Seed, just like a rock being eroded by waves.
From the moment I acquired the Aura, it had been gradually getting damaged. That was how I was able to kill its power. The price I paid was for my entire body screaming.
Seed spoke through a mouth dripping with blood.
“Kekeuk, hehe. Surprisingly, lo. Do you care about your students, I see?”
It was something he said to the president who saved him.
Lett is gone, Est jumped, and Noctilla is dead.
The reason such things didn’t become such a big topic of discussion was because a lot of Academy students were secretly dying in the first place.
All kinds of dirty tricks, schemes, and secret struggles.
One or two students would disappear without a sound. In fact, the amount of torture inflicted on Sid was relatively mild. It was moderate because he had not seen him as a competitor from the beginning. It was just a joke.
The violence and killing, the drugs and all sorts of evils behind it.
And the one who turned a blind eye to such things was the president, Hadas Schneider.
The dark side of the world cannot be changed. The great dark side that lies behind society is bound to be entangled with students as they go out into the world and begin to have some influence.
So, on the contrary, we must learn from each other while we are still immature. We tolerate all kinds of injustice and irrationality, sometimes secretly instigate violence behind the scenes, and often hide the bodies that are found.
Seed was protesting against them with his two glaring eyes.
But that wasn’t much of a stimulus for the president. That’s understandable, since Seed also ended up like this under that kind of tone.
Because I was a powerless, failed student and an orphan, they could ignore me. In that kind of atmosphere, I was ignored, beaten, and eventually turned into a dummy for practice, and was tortured with magic over and over again.
The president thought that such a strong motivation was what had caused Seed to defeat all the other students and stand before him. Isn’t that wonderful?
It was exactly what I had hoped for.
“Thanks for the compliment. Okay, then… .”
When he snapped his fingers, something like tree roots made of magical energy entangled the sword. Was it because of the difference in strength that he was unable to resist, or was it because of the difference in their positions as the principal and the teacher?
Strangely enough, I could feel a sense of anger, as if I was going to crush him like this.
Although it was a very twisted form, he also valued his students very much. To be exact, he valued and excellent ‘shining’ students.
But one thing, I felt like I saw a piece of something even more shining through the blow from the sword. So I didn’t harm him.
“I will give you a 3 month suspension, so reflect on your actions.”
The roots of magic threw the sword bullets. With a “clang,” the glass shattered and the sword bullets fell.
If you’re a Class 7 drone, you won’t die from falling from any height, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
“Now you’re left.”
And the president calmly talked about the exam.
The dazzling something he had just discovered. He felt something not only from Cid, but also from Irusia. That pressure just now. The president didn’t show it, but inside he was shocked.
Of all I’ve seen so far.
The most special, raw stone.
“Yes. Then I… That, but… .”
“You take care of the condition of the seed army. Divine power is good for that kind of thing.”
“Yes, yes… .”
The president’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Irusia.
“Let me test it myself.”
Irusia smiled brightly.
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