Academy’s Genius Swordsman

14. Practical Test (2)

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The called Derian turned around. Ronan, who had been staring at him all the time, pulled the hilt. A few silver lines flashed in the air.

Lines grazed over Derian’s sheath and trousers. No one except Ronan saw his sword strike. It was the moment when Derian stepped forward.

tuk…

“Well?”

Derian’s sheath was cut. The long sword, which had no place to lean on, fell to the floor. The sword in contact with the floor was broken in half.

Clink!

It was as if glass or ceramics were breaking. A sharp metallic sound resounded. Deerian, who turned his head belatedly, widened his eyes.

“Hey, what is this!!”

The work of the Daruan Workshop was turned into two iron shards and rolled on the floor. But Derian’s misfortune did not end there. The moment he turned around, his pants exploded.

In an instant, Dearian in his underwear screamed.

“Heh heh heh!”

“Hey, what the hell are you trying to show me?”

Ronan applauded from where he was sitting. The cut pieces of pants fell to the floor, fluttering like fallen leaves on an autumn day. The guide’s voice rang out again.

“Dearian Marshol de Mirrodin. Aren’t you there?”

“Hey, damn it!”

If I continued like this, I would not be able to pass the exam and be disqualified. Derian took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around his head.

I couldn’t quite figure out what had happened. What happened? my sword! my pants!

He looked around like a madman, pointing to Ronan’s waist and shouting.

“Hey, there! Give me the knife! right now!”

“You don’t like it?”

“this guy! Even if you pretend to be a commoner, you don’t know the subject! I’m Baron Derian’s…!”

“I don’t know if it’s a baron or a bastard, so why don’t you take care of your belongings and take care of mine? Is it because Abby was born because she couldn’t keep things properly?”

“Wow, what…!”

Ronan spit on the floor and stood up. Surprised by the fierce momentum, Darian hurriedly backed away. Ronan picked up the handkerchief that was on Marya’s head.

“Hey, step back, you bastard! My, do you know who I am?”

“I am not interested. Take any tips I give you.”

Ronan stepped closer and put a handkerchief in Derian’s panties. Marya covered her mouth with both hands. The piece of cloth protruding out of the buttocks fluttered like a tail.

“It suits you well.”

“Hey, Inoo Om!”

Originally, it was done with a piece of paper with a note written on it to a lady in shabby clothes, but how about it?

As soon as Derian, who had lost his reason, screamed and was about to run, a guide sound was heard again.

“If you do not enter by the count of three, you will be disqualified. one two···.”

“I’m calling, so let’s go inside.”

“Damn it!”

Derian almost cried and ran into the door. Ronan returned to his seat and picked up a knife.

“What is that friend doing now? Do you want to sing a song?”

“Are you crazy···? Even though you have nothing to lose, what if you do something like that…!”

“At times like this, you say thank you, man.”

“Even if you use a pseudonym, this is…! This···!”

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Marya, who grew white, tapped Ronan’s forearm. She covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes trembling. Ronan grinned and handed the knife.

“Put your hands away and speak.”

“Did you hear me?”

After hesitating for a moment, Marya lifted her hand from her face. The lips that were barely holding back a smile appeared.

At the sound of loud laughter that soon resounded, the waiting candidates shrugged their shoulders.

“Hey, you crazy…! Handkerchief, hey, why put a handkerchief in there…!”

“Heh, because I’m a low-key commoner’s girl, the sound of laughter is low-key. I’d rather have my farts sweeter.”

“Hey, stop it! stop it!”

Ronan pretended to be Deerian and encouraged her. Marya hugged the back of the chair and moved her feet.

The other test takers were also holding back their laughter, so no one disputed her banter.

“Come in next minute.”

Soon after, a warning sound rang out. It felt like 30 seconds had not passed since Derian entered.

After wiping away her tears, Marya jumped up from her seat. The bitterness on the cheek, the shame, and the tension had long since flew away.

“I will be back!”

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Marya vigorously clenched her fists and then moved forward bravely. The blond hair tied with a horsehair was fluttering proudly.

Ronan, who had moved to the front seat, waved his hand.

‘If you want to laugh, you should laugh.’

Ronan laughed. Exactly five minutes later, the door opened again.

****

Seven people were seated at a long table next to them. They were the judges in charge of test site 4. Krava Kratir, an old gentleman who sat in the middle, asked while stroking his beard.

“How many people are left?”

“There are only seventy-five left today.”

“That is very comforting. You are a pay cut.”

Kratir let out a soft sigh. I had no idea how many times this was the test taker.

I should have listened to the professors telling me to keep my body as a principal, but I resented my former self for being stubborn.

“You have to cheer up. Even for talented people who will lead the continent in the future.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s probably because I saw Schlieffen-kun in the morning, so I don’t feel like it. Even though I know it shouldn’t be like this.”

“It is, too. The nickname of the morning star of the empire was not wasted.”

“By the way, I don’t know what the hell that friend wanted to do earlier. It looked fine, but it is.”

Kratir remembered the test takers who had come in every turn.

The boy who came in wearing only a top and underwear (and even had a handkerchief in his panties) mumbled if he could borrow a knife, saying, “This is not a entertainment district! Wow!” Hearing the instructor’s words, he ran away crying.

“Still, the test taker who just left was great. The future is promising.”

“Ah, yes. Was it Marya Caravel? It’s a great strong sword.”

“Thanks to such talented people, we feel rewarded. When I looked at the record, it was dropped once, and to be honest, it was at a level that I couldn’t quite understand.”

The judges who agreed, nodded their heads with satisfied faces. Marya showed the highest level of skills among the test takers today.

Kratir, feeling a little better, opened his mouth.

“Let the next test taker come in.”

The judges, who were taking a break, corrected their posture. The door opened with a beep.

A boy with a strong physique walked in leisurely. His hair was brittle and his eyes were ferocious, so he didn’t look very good.

****

“Come in next minute.”

The door opened and the examination room appeared. It was a circular space reminiscent of a small arena.

About 10m in front, there was a long table where the judges sat.

Five humans, one elf, and one werewolf. A total of seven judges were looking at him. Ronan bowed lightly.

“This is Ronan.”

“Nice to meet you, Ronan-kun. The current principal of the Phileon Academy, Krava Kratirrane.”

The old gentleman sitting in the middle showed a soft smile.

It looked like a benevolent impression, but Ronan instinctively noticed that he was the seventh strongest person in the room. It was thanks to the intuition that was trained through life and death.

‘The second is that sister.’

To the right of the old gentleman sat a copper-skinned woman. It was a Nabirose instructor who once rose to the position of the sword castle.

Judging by his strong facial features and light gray hair, he looked like a southern native or a mixed race. Next to her was a daetaedou, which looked two meters tall, placed obliquely on the table.

‘Everyone looks like a bad guy.’

The presence of the two of them was so great, but the rest of them seemed to stand out as well.

You could tell just by looking at the number of piercings on the elf lady’s ears. crazy year. I’m going to use my long ears like that.

Kratir said.

“Okay, how are you going to prove yourself?”

“I am… ummm…”

Ronan patted his chin and began to ponder.

Even after a month of training, he did not respond to mana, and he could not develop anything worthy of being called a skill. I was embarrassed and didn’t tell Marjana or Asher on purpose.

Then the werewolf in the shirt chuckled. He was an instructor in Kidokan who was in charge of hunting art.

“Wow! There were students who were nervous and frozen, but no one came in and worried. How about we just see it next year?”

“You are in a hurry. Wait a minute.”

Ronan bowed his head and waved his hand. The judges’ faces hardened. The corner of the prayer room’s mouth was torn.

“Hey, one gut is worth it.”

After worrying, Ronan grabbed the hilt. No matter how much he thought about it, he had only one thing to show.

If there’s one fortunate thing, maybe the inspiration came to me when I fucked Deerian?

“Looks like you’ve made up your mind. Is it swordsmanship?”

“Yes.”

Then the elf lady with the piercing snapped her finger. A complex magic circle appeared in the air, and a knight in full body armor appeared in front of Ronan.

Kratir chuckled and introduced the article.

“A magician doll who has been in charge of practical exams in the martial arts department for nearly 100 years. We call him Sir Madoros in reverence.”

The practical test was conducted in such a way that the judges scored points after demonstrating their skills to Sir Madoros.

The specially treated armor is not even scratched by any attack, and even if it takes damage, it will be restored to its original state overnight.

“It’s so strange… um?”

Ronan, who was reading the article, tilted his head. The entire armor was full of scratch marks. A wound of a familiar form. Unable to overcome his curiosity, he raised his hand and asked a question.

“Did Schlieffen come and go here?”

“Five? How do you know?”

“I just filmed it. You said that it won’t hurt any attacks, but I’m here.”

“Heh heh, you have good eyesight. That’s right. I took my exam here this morning.”

Also. Ronan nodded.

A sharp yet elegant mark, as if the wind had cut it. Although he was still immature, it was undoubtedly Schlieffen’s sword. He realized once again that he had returned.

‘It’s ridiculously shallow and rough. I did go back to the past.’

Kratir turned his gaze to Nabirose, the copper-skinned woman sitting next to him.

“Yes, it is the first time in thirty years that Sir Madoros’s armor has been so damaged. Do you know who it was before? Just this…”

“Go slowly.”

Nabirose, who had not spoken all the time, spit out. He didn’t even feel the impression that he was rude because of his natural tone.

After coughing, Kratir looked at Ronan again.

“I’m sorry, it was long. Sir Madoros?”

iron crap. The knight raised his sword at an angle and took a defensive stance.

A red light gushed out from between the dark helmets. The judges’ eyes were focused on Ronan.

“Show me. your everything.”

“It is.”

Ronan pulled the hilt. At the same time as the silent sword flashed, his arm disappeared from view.

The sword’s trajectory passed as it was, as if brushing the knight’s neck. Paaang! A belated bang rang out.

. . . that was all. One of the judges raised an eyebrow and asked.

“…is it the end?”

“Yes.”

Ronan put the knife in. The judge who asked the question nodded as if displeased.

The other judges had similar or bewildered expressions on their faces. Prayer Khan burst into laughter.

“Uh-huh! It’s not quite as self-assured as confidence, do you really think we should look at this next year?”

“Gidokan Instructor. Keep your body.”

“Haha, I’m sorry. But isn’t it really ordinary? Was I the only one expecting it?”

The judges said nothing.

It was also true that I had been expecting the relaxed attitude that felt even novelty. However, Ronan’s technique did not feel any peculiarity.

It was a quick cut. But that was it.

It was not fast enough to miss those who strengthened their senses with mana, nor did it contain outstanding virtuosity.

However, it bothered me a little that I didn’t feel any mana at all. Is it because he was born with secret mana, or was it because he wasn’t feeling well today?

If the former, it would be worth reconsidering, but that’s unlikely.

After scoring, one of the judges lowered his glasses and said:

“Yeah, well done. It’s good to go now…”

“Oh My God.”

At that moment, Kratir and Nabirose stood up from their seats almost at the same time. The bewildered judges roared.

“School, principal?”

“Instructor Butterfly Rose? Why is the sword…?”

Even so, Principal Kratir, who is very expressive, had never seen such a reaction in the blunt Nabirose.

Even her hand was holding a great attitude. Nabirose glared at Ronan.

“You, what are you?”

“Yes? What?”

The strangely distorted expression on Nabirose’s expression looked like an enemy who killed her parents or a person who found the treasure she had been searching for all her life. She shot again.

“I asked what it was. From whom did you learn the sword?”

Ronan didn’t answer. He scratched the back of his head, scanning the faces of the judges once.

“Huh, did you see that?”

“under.”

Nabirose laughed. Without a moment to stop her, she ran out and stood in front of Ronan.

A startled cry erupted from Werewolf’s mouth.

“I, Nabirose Instructor!”

Dae Tae-do, who had been pulled out of the sheath, was aimed at Ronan’s neck. The tip of the sword, which stopped at intervals of a single sheet of paper, did not waver.

“woah.”

Ronan raised his gaze following the sword and was able to make eye contact with Nabi Rose. His eyes, which were dark green like a jungle, were burning.

said Nabirose.

“So, did you see it?”

“yes. A slash that comes in by turning three turns left and right. How did you do it?”

For a moment, Nairoje’s eyes fluttered. She opened her mouth without raising her sword.

“Yeah, three times. Just like the leftovers you showed me.”