Academy’s Genius Swordsman

27. First Class

#27

Other secrets of Acalusia Castle were stimulating him. Ronan, who had a rough idea of his future plans, patted his chin.

‘For now…’

Acalusia’s invitation was truly unexpected. Even if I did, I thought I would receive it after a long time.

Ronan recalled his conversation with Adeshan. All they needed to pass the Acalusia test was an invitation card and skills.

I was confident in my skills, but there was one problem.

‘It was a rough roll.’

Ronan drew a black iron sword. It was noticeable that his condition had become more serious than when he had met Schlieffen before.

It was fatal to keep fighting in a state that was still broken. If I had known how to speak, I would have screamed for him to be put into the furnace right away.

Even if they didn’t choose the equipment, they couldn’t do a big job with this. Ronan remembered the metal plate that was sleeping in his inner pocket. Schlieffen fell in love with Iril and gave it to him while he was suffering from episodic dementia.

‘Still, if it’s a forge that has been making Grancia’s weapons, you’ll be able to get something pretty sturdy.’

Ronan remembered the location of the Grancia family’s secret forge. The fact that they took a few days off.

‘Because today is Wednesday… I’ll have to wait until the weekend anyway.’

Anyway, according to the rules of the Phileon Academy, it was not possible to leave the site on weekdays. Before the weekend, Ronan decided to take up the life of the academy first.

The banquet ended at night. The new students moved under the guidance of each dormitory manager.

****

Phileon Academy valued competence more than any other educational institution. Scholarships and various privileges given to excellent grades were proof of that.

According to the top 30%, free transportation was provided wherever they belonged to the Imperial Territory. Prohibited books of grade 3 or lower could be read for academic research purposes.

After graduation, he could receive a formal invitation to the horse tower or knights he wanted to enter. In addition, numerous other benefits were provided throughout the school year.

But if the carrots are fresh, the whip is also bitter. The three-tier dormitory system was a typical example.

First night of admission. In the dormitory of the inferior students, the screams of the freshman aristocrats were always resounding. For the first time in their lives, they were realizing that floors and ceilings could creak.

“Hey, you mean to stay in a place like this? I am the second son of Count Balbrus…?”

“If this is my dorm, who are these people?”

The Kratir Pavilion (proposed by me), provided to the bottom 10%, was a building built with the motif of a common people’s farmhouse.

Inside the frugal wooden building, the four noble boys alternately stared at each other’s faces as if they were ghosts.

The guide said quietly.

“In the Kratir coffin, four people share one room.”

“Well then, where is the servant? The servant who will organize the luggage and do the housework…!”

“There are no maids or custodians in the Krathir coffin. Please check the daily rules and information that you should know. Then, I’m alone.

“Gee, wait!”

The guide left the room ignoring the words of the noble boys. The student’s status was not taken into account in this measure.

No matter how wealthy and dignified the children were, if their grades were low, they had to lead the lives of ordinary people. It was a possible measure because the subject of the operation of Phileon was the imperial family.

On the other hand, the dormitories of the top-ranked were so glamorous that it seemed like this could be the case. The Navardoze Hall, the dormitory for the top 10%, boasted a level of elegance that was believable even as an annex to the Imperial Palace.

“…what is the lady?”

Ronan frowned at the maid standing in front of his door. The maid with braided hair put her hands together and bowed her back.

“Welcome, Ronan. Congratulations on your admission.”

“What is it?”

“I am the exclusive maid who is in charge of Ronan-sama’s lyrics. All household chores such as cooking, washing, and cleaning can be left to me.”

For a moment, dozens of vulgar jokes about maids flashed through my mind. Ronan, who had barely suppressed his desires, opened his mouth.

“Can’t we just cook the rice well? I have all my limbs attached.”

“Under the rules, you can’t do that.”

“Then even if I paint the wall, they will clean it up, right? Even if you grind your urine in the sink instead of the toilet.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s not easy, girl. Let’s have a good time.”

After shaking hands with the maid, Ronan opened the door. The room, about twice the size of Nimburton’s house, was filled with luxurious furnishings.

The bed was wide enough for three people to roll around, and the bookshelves like dinosaurs were packed with expensive books. Ronan whistled.

“Killing.”

Asher must have been assigned a room like this. It was nice to see him with his mouth open like a retarded child. While looking around the room slowly, a booklet on the desk caught my eye.

“What’s this?”

On the first page of the booklet was written ‘Course Application’.

Then I remembered what my seniors told me. Phileon’s students were able to choose the classes they wanted to take.

Ronan slowly followed the writing on the paper.

[Students are free to take any lectures they want. However, in the case of freshmen, there are certain courses that must be taken during the first semester, so please consider this and apply for the course.]

[Required Courses: Physical Training / Mana Training / Basic Martial Arts / Imperial Swordsmanship]

“finally.”

Ronan clenched his fists when he saw the words Mana Seniority. No matter how much I tried to study on my own, the things I couldn’t do were sensitivity to mana and practice.

Recently, the need to deal with mana has been felt more intensely. In front of people who are sensitive to mana like Asher, I felt like I was blind even with my eyes open blue.

‘Nimi, I learn because I’m dirty.’

Imperial swordsmanship was also interesting. As Ronan, who had never learned the sword properly, proper swordsmanship was also a subject of interest. Wouldn’t it be useful to just look at the revolving sword right now?

learn to be strong Ronan was determined to move on to the next chapter. Subjects with interesting names were densely arranged.

“Herbalism, horseback riding, archery basics… Damn, why does everything look so fun?”

It’s because I didn’t learn anything, so somehow everything seemed interesting. Among them, [basic animism] and [sympathy and understanding of phantom species] were the most eye-catching.

Spirits were a concept I had been curious about for a long time, and the latter was a subject taught by Wear Lion Professor Baren. Ronan remembered Baren’s words that he and Asher’s positions would be made for sure.

“If you meet Baren, you will know what Sita is doing.”

Sita was absent due to Iril’s escort mission. He was supposed to be back around the morning of the next day.

A blood-drinking monster that came out by breaking an eggshell harder than a mithril. He was cute and capable, so it didn’t really matter, but it was true that he was curious about his identity.

“But it looks like fun too, right?”

It was in the form of filling in the subjects that one wanted on the blank timetable. On Friday afternoon, Ronan additionally filled in the subject ‘Practical – Field Cooking’.

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Most of the lectures dealing with martial arts, as well as the lectures that were of interest to him, were packed together.

“Well, that’s great.”

Ronan, who had finished filling out soon, took the course application and headed to the lobby. Marya met by chance and said hello.

“Oh, you are here too. After all, it’s the second seat, so it’s natural.”

“ok.”

“Did you come to submit the application form? Take a look.”

Ronan submitted the application. Marya’s eyes widened as she read the application. She exclaimed as if she had read any prophecy of the destruction of the world.

“Hey, are you crazy?! If you hear this, you die!”

“…why do you die doing what you want to do?”

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Marya frowned and looked at Shinji and Ronan alternately. Ronan’s application is from sunrise to sunset. There was no break except for lunch time.

“No, is this physically possible? Most of them are physical subjects… And do you know how large the Phileon’s grounds are?”

“Noisy man, get out of the way.”

“If you want to move around the classroom on time, do you need to have wings or be able to run on all fours? Even now…”

Ronan placed the sealed course application in the reception box. Seeing this, Marya shook her head and screamed. Ronan shook his head and said.

“I want to stop listening to people I didn’t even learn. You will learn everything you can learn.”

****

The next morning was bright. My first class at Phileon was Imperial Swordsmanship.

“Nice to meet you, new students. I am Avar, the instructor in charge of martial arts and imperial swordsmanship.”

Avar was a tall, skinny man. There was a history of working as an instructor in the Imperial Knights the other day. Indeed, the atmosphere in his body was unique.

Ronan muttered. A dark shadow was cast around his eyes, unable to sleep due to anticipation.

“It’s imperial swordsmanship. It’s the first time I’m learning properly.”

The Imperial Swordsmanship consisted of a total of nine herbivores, and was literally a basic swordsmanship that anyone in the Imperial Army could learn. Although the movement itself is simple, it took several years of continuous training in order to properly master the skill.

Ronan, who was a scoundrel, had also gotten tired of the imperial swordsmanship, but at the time when he had neither the intention nor the will to learn, he was less interested than the sound of a monkey cracking beans. It was the first time I knew that herbivores were divided in the first place. He always wielded his sword arbitrarily.

Avar continued.

“Since it is such a universal swordsmanship, many people may already know it, but the basics are more important than anything else. I hope you don’t take it easy and start training.”

“Yep!”

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Most of the new students from the martial arts department had gathered at the training ground. Except for Schlieffen. The reason was that he had nothing to teach because he had already crossed the border.

Ronan clicked his tongue.

“Hey, you bastard. I’m so lost that I know everything. This has to be done consistently.”

“Let’s see the instructor’s demonstration first.”

Avar demonstrated the herbivorous techniques of Imperial Swordsmanship in turn. It was a perfect move that could not be found in excess.

Admiration flowed from the mouths of the freshmen. Avar, who repeatedly showed herbivore three times, slammed the floor with his wooden sword and shouted.

“Then I will do it. 1 second meal first! Cut the top down!”

Everyone picked up a training wooden sword. The new students cast their Imperial swordsmanship on the scarecrow in front of them in turn.

Avar was walking among the freshmen, correcting his sloppy posture. Avar looked around the freshmen and smiled meaningfully.

“If you can show off the nine herbivores perfectly, I’ll write you an early completion certificate at any time.”

“Wow!”

“The grades are, of course, the best.”

“Wow!”

New students welcomed. Imperial swordsmanship was a long class that took three hours every day. Being able to take early completion of coursework was a story of being able to use that long time as one’s own.

Enthusiastic freshmen swung their swords with excitement. The sound of beating the scarecrow echoed in all directions.

Avar smiled contentedly and nodded his head. He knew how to deal with people. Of course, with the exception of Schlieffen, there have been no such talented people for several years.

At that time, Ronan approached from a corner of the training ground.

“Uh, um. Instructor.”

“What’s going on?”

“I think I can do it. Till nine seconds.”

Ronan scratched his head in embarrassment. Avar’s expression hardened. It had been less than five minutes since training had started.

“Have you ever learned Imperial swordsmanship before?”

“no. never right.”

“…Isn’t it too conceited to be the second seat? Of course, I also watched your entrance ceremony Dalian. But this is a completely different case.”

Avar said with a low voice. He also saw Ronan using a spinning sword made by Nabirose at the entrance ceremony.

The sword itself was accurate, but it lacked speed. Of course, the fact that he was a genius just by mimicking the sword was undeniable, but ignoring the imperial swordsmanship, which is the basis of many derivative swordsmanship, was absurd.

“Schlieffen has been playing swords since the age of five. For nearly ten years, I practiced imperial swordsmanship without missing a single day. That’s why you can’t take my class. Are you ignoring the basics of respecting even the morning star of the Empire?”

“No, I know. I know… damn it. Please take a look.”

Ronan shook his head as if embarrassed. He also didn’t want to be seen as an ungrateful bastard. Avar sighed and nodded.

“After all, I can’t help it. Yes, give it a try. But if you fail, you have to be prepared. It will double the intensity of your training.”

“yes.”

Ronan took a stance. Avar opened his eyes. Mana gathered around his eyes and strengthened his visual acuity. If the sword diverges even a little, I was thinking of striking it mercilessly.

“Then, first meal. practice!”

Ronan swung his wooden sword. There was not even a single shake in the perfect sword. After being silent for a moment, Avar spoke again.

“…the second herbivore. practice!”

Ronan swung his sword again. Avar chuckled.

“Heh heh, I’m really into this. 3rd edible. practice!”

Since when, the sound of the scarecrow has not been heard. All the freshmen were still staring at Ronan, stiff.

Finally, Ronan, who performed the 9-second meal, lowered his wooden sword. Avar, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth with a confused expression.

“… well seen.”

“Yeah, what.”

Avar silently pulled out a piece of silver paper from his inner pocket. It was early dyslexia. Ronan took it bitterly, as if it were a tissue with his nose covered.

“You don’t have to take that class for the rest of the year. Make sure your grades are full marks.”

“Uh, thank you.”

“okay. Please don’t be arrogant and use the rest of your time wisely.”

After receiving the certificate, Ronan left the training ground. Avar, who was looking at the back, muttered as if it was ridiculous.

“It’s beyond my expectations and it’s scary.”

Ronan’s herbivore was perfect. Schlieffen, of course, was almost nothing compared to himself, who had been wielding a sword for over twenty years.

If it was true that he had never learned the Imperial Swordsmanship, even if he had learned it, it was a talent that could not even be measured. Avar, who had let out a small laugh, turned his head toward the freshmen.

“What the hell chicks!! Can’t you guys swing it too!”

“Yes, yes!!”

“That way you will get moss on your elbows! Faster and more accurate!!”

Avar’s tone went back to his demonic military assistant days. The startled freshmen started beating the scarecrow again.

right! right! The sound of beating the scarecrow continued for a particularly long time.

****

‘What the fuck…?’

Ronan sat down on a bench in front of the lake. I had nothing to do because my schedule was suddenly empty.

Ronan, who was staring blankly at the lake, drew his sword. He tried to demonstrate the imperial swordsmanship he had learned earlier in the air one after the other. A total of nine herbivores were perfectly reproduced.

“Why is it so easy…?”

Ronan tilted his head. Unlike Nabirose’s rotating sword, there was no need to interpret it by swinging it multiple times.

Although there were some differences in swordsmanship and posture, it was no different from seeing and imitating once. Of course, it wasn’t meaningless. When I did as instructed, I could definitely feel that the movement and sword path had changed effectively.

I was also convinced that even if I fight a swordsman who uses only Imperial swordsmanship, I will never lose. However, it was more vain than I thought.

“Ummm… the class I was thinking of wasn’t like this.”

Ronan, who was rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out a cigarette. The time that should have been rewardingly sweating was empty.

Should I do some physical training? As I was looking at the sky with my arms crossed on the bench, I heard a voice from behind.

“What are you doing here?”

“ok?”

“It must have been Avar’s Imperial Swordsmanship class. Wasn’t it a compulsory subject for freshmen?”

It was a strong yet dignified voice, a voice I had never heard before. Ronan tilted his head back. The dark green uniforms worn by senior instructors caught my eye.

Ronan’s eyes widened.

“A butterfly rose?”

“Put in the instructor. And there is no smoking on campus.”

Copper skin and light gray hair. The former swordsman Nabirose stood there. Ronan brushed off his cigarette and stood up.