episode_0022

Cass fired a water ball, a level 3 water magic, high into the sky.

Despite its simple name, the water ball was very destructive.

Simply put, it was a water magic version of Fireball, a representative magic that always appears in fantasy.

So, if it exploded, it was really loud!!! It exploded so loudly that it shook the ground.

It was definitely not an offensive water bomb or a flimsy water balloon.

Cass had added enough power to the explosive water bomb with an additional technique, so this water ball would explode very grandly and serve as a huge signal that would bring many academy guards here.

If only it had exploded completely.

Saite let out a small sigh as he watched Cass’ bold action of launching a huge water ball high into the sky without any hesitation.

“Really, you’re kicking the player first before even having a serious conversation. I need to use some energy before talking.”

Saite gave Kass a quick tongue-lashing, calling him a smart guy for hitting the player smartly, and then slowly began to adopt a systematic stance.

A small silver canteen still filled with alcohol, sparkling in the sunlight, followed Saite’s right hand and moved to his waist.

Saite placed the canteen on his left hip as if it were a sword and assumed the posture of bending his back.

Cass became very interested in Saite’s sudden strange behavior.

What are you doing? You suddenly place the canteen on your left waist like a sword and take a stance as if you are going to strike a sword with your right hand holding the canteen, right?

Are you completely drunk? The smell of alcohol was strong, but that wasn’t really a sword, was it?

And unlike Saite’s abnormal behavior, as if he was extremely drunk, Saite only stared at the water ball with a serious expression and muttered softly.

“Sunrise harvest Iljiseoncham(日之線斬).”

And at a speed that Cass couldn’t clearly see, Saite’s right hand, holding Saite’s canteen, rose diagonally upward in an instant.

Is that the posture after the attack? Could it be that he suddenly attacked me with a canteen? Are you really crazy?

However, as the horrifying sound of the air being torn apart was heard, Cass was able to see a fast-flying silver sphere leaving behind a long silver line starting from the site.

The canteen, a silver sphere that was thrown in a standing posture, was ascending high into the sky at a very steep angle.

Even with Kass’ infinite martial arts eyes, the very fast speed of Sutong’s sky ascension appears very blurry.

The silver canteen that cut through the sound and air precisely pierced the center of the water ball that Cass was sending high into the sky.

And the water ball that was rising high in the sky received a huge impact and exploded while rising.

Quang! The area around the vacant lot rang with the sound of a large water ball exploding.

Cass’ signal flare, which had not yet been able to fly high above the tall trees of the forest, burst into a silver sphere and pattered! The contents, water, were scattered countless times over the open space as clear rain.

“Hmm… Please don’t shoot something like that at people. For your information, I am also human.”

Cass’s jaw naturally fell back due to the sudden railgun-like canteen throw.

Wow. Wasn’t this a fantasy world? Why has a cutting-edge scientific rail gun suddenly appeared?

There was absolutely no way Cass could stop something like that.

Cass hated having cute, canteen-shaped holes on his body.

If I die like that, I don’t really have any form.

So, Cass quickly remembered the respectful words for elders.

“Ah! really! my drink! That’s Kaoliang liquor made from Mandrake and a canteen made from earthen! Both are really expensive! It’s really a shame to throw this away!”

“Was the canteen made of clay?”

therefore… In the Middle Ages, it was made of earthenware, a lump of aluminum found only very rarely in the earth, which was much more expensive than silver.

You just threw an extremely expensive canteen into my water ball?

The only way to block the signal was by throwing in a lot of money, more expensive than a silver ingot.

The loss would be truly enormous… ?

In the barbaric Middle Ages, there was no great industrial technology to produce aluminum using electricity, so the price of natural aluminum, called earthen silver, was insane.

It wasn’t at all the aluminum of the beverage cans we used to play with to kill time.

Therefore, I instantly destroyed a high-end aluminum water bottle worth over a million won with a water ball.

But no matter how much I thought about it, it was this woman’s fault, not mine.

Who would throw that expensive thing into a water ball, even if it was urgent?

So, I decided to talk confidently.

It was scary to have a rail gun pierce their bodies, but running away was completely useless anyway, so they just decided to have a confident conversation for now.

Although we will not compromise with terrorists, we were able to negotiate with our interlocutors.

I ranked the woman’s risk level as a negotiation partner.

“Where on earth did the deceased, such a talented person, come from to personally visit an ordinary academy student like me?”

“Look at this guy? Is this guy going to survive if suddenly thrown into a real battlefield? Does it get more interesting?”

Since Saite was a civilian expert and not an academy graduate, he knew very well the high pride of those who did well at the academy. So, I was a bit surprised by the polite manners of Cass, who seemed to be doing well.

Well, a guy with a lot of wind in his lungs, like Leonhard Dietmaci, was shipped out by the truckload from each prestigious academy a year.

Those from elite backgrounds took the elite course from the beginning and grew quickly as if riding a tailwind, quickly becoming famous, but on the real battlefield, the Anti-Magic Front, they continued to act excessively as usual and ended up dying in the middle of nowhere.

Saite did not want a foolish disciple who would die so quickly.

At least he had to have the will to live.

So, rather than feeling tired of Cass’s hasty change of attitude, I felt pleased.

The guy who inherited his swordsmanship and previous knowledge, and especially that of my precious benefactor, the teacher, is an elite, so he just dies in such a stupid and meaningless manner? In that case, I would rather not pass on my swordsmanship.

Saite always thought that way about the elites.

However, in a different way, the guy named Cass was a guy who, although he was overly sharp and full of mind-reading, was a guy who knew how to bend appropriately to a strong man who would send him away with one blow.

It was different from the countless people in this world who got axes on their heads, saying they were disrespectful because they couldn’t do that.

Saite secretly gave Cass a passing grade for his polite yet reasonable conversational attitude.

The quick decision to immediately fire a water bomb and call for help was also successful.

I saw that he grew surprisingly quickly through the training I was spying on, so this level of talent was sufficient.

At least he has the sense to survive, the ability to use his wits quickly, and he’s also very talented with the sword?

A disciple like this is truly rare in this day and age, isn’t it?

Thanks to this, Saite lost his precious Mandrake goyang wine and his favorite clay water bottle, which was a huge loss, but he smiled inwardly.

good! decided! You are my disciple from now on!

“Good! I really have what it takes to become Saite Graphinia’s disciple! You will become my disciple from today!”

“Yes? What did the deceased suddenly say?”

Did he suddenly become mentally ill and die just because he kept saying that he was a true expert and that he was a deceased person?

After all these confrontations and arguments and even the destruction of the expensive clay canteen, are you suddenly asking me to become his disciple?

Cass was a little disoriented by the barbaric medieval method of selecting disciples.

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“Become a disciple? Suddenly?”

“Yes! Wouldn’t it be great if you became my disciple, who you said was a master?”

“Have we not even said our names yet?”

“I told you to become Saite Graphinia’s disciple, right? Well, my name is now known, and your name is Cass, and you are already very famous in the Academy. So, let’s put those little things aside and quickly start with the nine bows as a teacher and a disciple.”

What kind of disrespect is this all of a sudden? Was this the East Continent Academy?

I was confused, but after thinking about it, I didn’t think becoming a disciple would be a bad thing.

After hearing the name Saite Grafinia, I thought about it and realized that he was already a famous S-class adventurer.

Younggeol went on a great adventure as a single woman with just one sword, and already killed countless demons in the anti-demon battle that took place in the past!

It was a great opportunity to become a disciple of such a person.

Besides, there was no need to flatter and rub hands with the vicious knight professors of this shitty Bemes Academy to learn swordsmanship.

The knight department is a place where the dirty knightly connections unique to the Middle Ages come into play, making it difficult for people like me who don’t know anything about it.

Since he is already a promising top-level divine warrior, good situations may come when he learns the sword.

I was very upset when I thought of the professors in the Department of Engineering who had not looked upon me very favorably during my time at CAS and were constantly flattering me and demanding teaching.

However, a completely new opportunity to learn the sword came suddenly.

Even if the Order-level swordsman could not become the kingdom’s best central knight commander, he was a great expert who could obtain at least one other knight commander position in the kingdom.

So, if you compare the shabby article professors at Bemes Academy with Site Graphinia, the professors are likely to stand out.

It was definitely an incredible opportunity for Saite to become my teacher.

However, there was still one big problem left.

“Retired monk. But, Master, you’re an S-class adventurer, right? Even now, you are thoroughly enjoying your secret adventure at Bemes Academy. But do you have time to teach me at the academy?”

“I’m not really a trespasser on an adventure! What was that? Yes, if I become your teacher this time, I will become a special professor until one year after you graduate!”

Wait, what kind of special professor are you suddenly? Was it something that could just be given as a professor? So, what about the tears of so many assistant professors and associate professors? Where on earth is Bemes Academy’s long-standing tradition going?

Are they just willingly giving special professor positions to knight commander-level figures?

In some ways, it may have been because of the uncivilized Middle Ages that the academy’s personnel department took such a bold action.

Or maybe he wants to use this opportunity to somehow keep Saite at the academy as a professor for a few more years.

Although an Order-level strongman who is only one step away from becoming a Sword Master is much better than a mid- to late-stage Knight Professor, Cass was surprised by the actions of a special professor.

However, Cass decided to understand that Saite had some valuable value.

Therefore, I chose to become Saite’s student because my time for education became practically unlimited for one year with Saite’s appointment as a special professor.

Giyeon, who had been searching for so long as he had been frustrated with his swordsmanship training, had come to him.

This is really lucky.

I bowed to my teacher, who would serve as a foundation for fighting against the sword skills of Class S. Fortunately, the way to bow from the original knowledge of Kas was the same as in Korea. So I was able to raise the bow without any problem.

Well, this may have been natural since the company that created the Azeroth Chronicles game, the original game of this world, was a Korean developer.

“Master. Kas Magdia, a Buddhist disciple, requests initiation from Saite Graphini.”

“Yes. You are my disciple from now on. Cass. By the way, what about Cas Magdia? Was that your original last name?”

Saite clearly knew Cass, whose last name was Philamore.

But your last name suddenly changed?

“I gratefully received my last name from Masella Magdia.”

“Uh… So, are you the chairman’s younger brother? her. Should I be respectful then?”

“How can the teacher treat me with the same respect? He treats me poorly because I am just a disciple.”

“Then, you too, never use extreme respect like that in history books. That’s really creepy!”

In this way, I have a long path to follow in swordsmanship.

My sect became Samhaeseongeommun (三海仙劍門).

The Samhaeseon Geommun that Saite mentioned is said to be a Dao Geommun that was developed to suit the Western Continent, with its roots in the Haenampa (海南派), one of the nine factions in the distant East.

I was very surprised to suddenly hear the story of the martial arts from Saite’s mouth, but when I thought about it, I realized that although this was a barbaric medieval West, the original work of this world was the Chronicles of Azeroth developed by a Korean game company.

So, although it was the Haenam School, an amazing Oriental school that I had never heard of in the West Continent, I thought that it could well be the origin of this school.

What an amazing relationship.

Besides, then, am I now an alumnus of the Haenam faction?

This was really a bit confusing.

However, I became the successor to one of the great nine-file battles of the great Eastern Wulin.

It was truly an incredible feat that is not easily seen in the Western Continent.

Cass smiled at the thought of practicing his new sword skills during this five-day break.