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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Silverriver
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“The entrance exam is a spar with an instructor!”
The instructor shouted, gathering the new students in front of Trina. His fierce expression was striking.
A spar with the instructor.
Some were bewildered by this, while others’ eyes burned with competitive spirit.
However, there wasn’t a single student who wasn’t surprised.
The tests at Iliad Academy constantly changed, making them impossible to predict. It was no wonder the students were surprised, as the test determined their class placement: A, B, C, or D.
‘Of course, I knew.’
I was aware that this year’s advanced class would be selected through sparring, as suggested by the instructor. It was straight from the novel, after all.
“Hyaa!”
It was because of that girl.
Despite frequently having her attacks blocked by the instructor and being countered, she charged forward with an unyielding will. The embodiment of perseverance.
Erina Philstine, the Sword Saint.
Someone who would become a steadfast companion to the protagonist later on. I had been deeply impressed by her performance in the novel.
A swordsmanship honed solely through relentless effort, without any inherent talent.
That valiant spirit and that swordsmanship were likely forged through constant practice.
“Let’s end it here.”
The instructor declared, as the spar dragged on.
“Thank you for the lesson!”
“It was a good spar.”
Only then did she lower her sword and bow deeply. Her body was covered in scratches, her face dripping with sweat.
Perhaps impressed by her courage, the instructor offered rare words of praise.
So far, everything was proceeding according to the original story.
Iliad Academy didn’t expect anyone to defeat the instructor in the spar. What mattered was competitive spirit and courage.
They sought those who would rise and charge forward, no matter how many times they fell.
‘That’s the point of this test.’
Being admitted to Iliad Academy meant meeting the talent requirement.
This test was designed to filter out those who succumbed to fear, gave up, or didn’t even try, despite possessing talent.
“Gah!”
“Next!”
Extra #1 was brutally defeated, and finally, my turn arrived.
I wanted to keep a low profile at the academy, but… I needed to at least get into Class B to save face. It would also ensure a steady supply of elixirs from my father, the Duke.
I pulled a black orb from my pocket. The elixir Petra had given me. I was shocked when I’d “Observed” it.
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