Academy’s Genius Swordsman

28. Gran Cappadocia (1)

#28

“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. Her back was slanted with a tall posture that was longer than her height.

Ronan brushed off his cigarette and stood up.

“Long time no see. What’s going on here?”

“I want to ask you, Ronan. How did the Imperial Swordsmanship class go?”

“I was kicked out because I did so well. Because of my shame.”

Ronan, who was rummaging through his pockets, presented the certificate of early completion to Nabirose. Nabirose nodded her head when she saw the crumpled syphilis.

“Looks like it was a little boring. I expected it.”

“It’s nice to know something I didn’t know, but I don’t feel like accomplishing anything. It was fun when I taught myself the instructor’s technique.”

Ronan remembered the time when he copied the spinning sword of Nabirose at the inn. It took some time to get used to, but it was worthwhile.

Nabi Rose was contemplating something, and opened her mouth.

“Pull out your sword.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t do Dalian once. There’s nothing to do anyway.”

“No, that’s right, are you fighting here?”

Nabirose put her hand on Daetaedo’s sack instead of answering. Ronan had no choice but to draw his sword. Seeing the state of the Black Iron Sword, Nabirose frowned.

“Did you keep wielding it?”

“Oh, yes. Until I get a new sword this weekend.”

“Take care of your weapons. It is the life of a black swordsman.”

“Hey, whoever wields it matters, the sword is all there. Of course, I will choose the strongest one.”

“what?”

Suddenly, Nairoje’s face hardened. She let go of the hilt and let out a soft sigh.

“I wanted to figure out my skills first, but the competition is cancelled. Bring your sword here.”

“Oh.”

Nabirose grabbed Ronan’s sword without saying a word. She started stroking the blade of the Black Iron Sword with her fingers. Each time he felt a rough scar on his fingertips, Nabirose’s forehead narrowed.

“The management was neglected… No, it was just not done. Why do you think so many swordsmen turn their eyes on and look for famous swords, and why do you think they care about their children like their children?”

“Are you lacking in skills?”

“…well, you might not know. Because I couldn’t even reach the level of a sword user. It might not mean much to someone who doesn’t know how to put mana on a weapon.”

Hearing those words, Ronan’s eyes widened.

“What, did you know?”

“okay. It’s hard to believe that you can use that kind of power without using any mana.”

“It’s not that I don’t use it, it’s that I can’t. I’m going crazy too.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Someday you will be able to write But if you don’t get into the habit of choosing and managing good weapons from now on, you’ll be in trouble when using your mana later.”

Nabirose walked to the shore of the lake. The ripples created by the spring wind were blowing in the expansive lake. Nabirose, who took a stance with her feet, opened her mouth.

“Look carefully. I will show you the importance of weapons.”

shhh! Nabirose’s arm disappeared from sight for a moment. A sword flew horizontally and fell in the center of the lake. Whoa! A fan-shaped spray soared up and covered the forest across the lake.

“Oh oh.”

Ronan was amazed. It was a surprisingly clean sword attack. Nabirose threw the black iron sword at Ronan.

“It’s more useless than I thought. It’s just a piece of iron.”

“You’re too much. Is it that much different from the instructor’s sword?”

Ronan tilted his head. Even comparing the memories of his previous life, it was a good enough blow. As of now, Nabirose must have been one of the best swordsmen on this continent.

surreung. Nabi Rose pulled out his great attitude without saying a word. Her arm disappeared from sight again. same attitude. same technique.

– Aaaaaah!

different results.

A barrier of water filled the field of vision. The water splashed from end to end of the lake obscured the sun. The sword that flew towards the water made a slope that continued from the water surface to the bottom of the lake.

Ronan’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

“Nimi, what is this…”

Ronan looked down along the blue slope. Down there I could see the bottom of the lake without water.

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Mud from the cut was splashing out. The water grass was rustling, experiencing the wind for the first time in my life. A few unlucky shredded fish had their eyes closed.

“Sign up for my class, Ronan. You can take classes from the second year onwards, but I will give you special permission.”

Shoot AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Students walking along the shore of the lake covered their heads and ran away.

With the lake closing with a roar in the background, Nabirose said.

“There are conditions. Bring a weapon that suits you, which you can wield for half your life.”

****

“…that was what happened.”

Ronan opened his mouth with a serious expression. First weekend in Phileon.

Asher and Marya, who had changed into their normal clothes, were led out by Ronan’s hand and walking somewhere.

“Byeah!”

Sita, who returned yesterday, was sitting on Ronan’s shoulder. Upon hearing the story of Nabirose, Asher opened her mouth and admired it.

“Awesome… weapons are important.”

“Yeah, knowing how to handle mana is important. Now I have decided to use my weapon with a bit of cover.”

“I think that’s a good idea. But how was last week? The timetable was terrifying…”

Asher was also aware of Ronan’s murderous timeline. Ronan sighed, took a bundle of papers from his inner pocket and handed it to Asher.

“This?”

“Notice of Dismissal.”

All the crumpled papers were premature syllabi. Asher’s eyes widened.

“Hey, how many are these? Imperial swordsmanship, imperial spearmanship, basic martial arts, basic shield arts…”

“Nine chapters. Thanks to that, the timetable was just completely empty.”

Ronan grumbled. On the full timetable, there were many X characters drawn on it. All subjects were subject to early completion processing.

“If there are other classes that are good, please introduce them. I’m only doing physical training.”

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Most of the classes I took early on were basic martial arts subjects. He received early completion in a similar vein to Avar’s class.

– I have nothing more to teach you.

– I’m glad there aren’t any more cadets like you. ‘Cause I’d be starving

– Let’s be honest. Have you ever dealt with windows in the first place?

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Marya frowned. Up until yesterday, she roamed around in Avar’s hell training.

“I was very hungry. Because this is why I hate geniuses.”

“No, I don’t know if it’s difficult, but it’s simple.”

“Do you know how much your classmates envy you? Maybe if you handled your mana well, it wouldn’t be strange if half of them dropped out.”

Hearing the word Mana, Ronan quietly pulled out a cigarette. Just thinking about it made my head fall out. Asher, who intervened without notice, tilted her head.

“Ah, are you still unable to respond to mana?”

“···okay. It looked like I was a monkey. There seems to be something fundamentally wrong.”

Twice a week. Despite the classes of the leading professors in the Empire, Ronan did not respond to mana in the end. Among the classmates, he was the only student who did not reach the level of a sword user.

“Cha-seok can’t even respond to mana. Isn’t it ridiculously funny? The chief lily bloomed the aurora at the age of eleven.”

Ronan giggled self-consciously. Asher said, clenching her fists.

“Someday… no, I’m sure I’ll be able to do it soon…!”

“I know, man.”

Ronan tapped Asher’s head with a cigarette. It was frustrating, but it was worth the challenge. Marya said, interlacing her head behind her head.

“If there is something like a potion to help with mana sensitivity, I’ll bring it to you. So where are we going now?”

“No, that’s right. I was curious too.”

It seemed like he had been walking for a long time, but he didn’t seem to have any plans to stop. Asher looked around with an anxious look at the increasingly gloomy street.

“Ah. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it would be better if we all go together.”

“Where?”

Ronan, who was rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out a metal plate. Upon recognizing the identity of the metal plate, Marya’s eyes widened. Ronan said, grabbing the tile that had been thrown into the air again.

“A place that can make some decent weapons.”

****

The blacksmith Schlieffen was talking about was located at the westernmost end of the workshop street.

After walking for another 30 minutes, the three of them arrived in front of a blacksmith’s smithy named [Hammer Hammer Hammer]. Ronan felt strange and tilted his head.

“…isn’t this here?”

The three looked around. Something was strange. Aside from the fact that everyone was collapsing, he didn’t feel popular. Ronan muttered.

“There’s no way that child could have lied… Shall we go in first?”

Ronan entered the smithy and looked around. It seemed like a long time had passed since no human touch had been made. The brazier was cold, and the weapons hanging on the wall were all rusted.

“anybody there?”

Ronan’s voice echoed through the darkness. Then I heard a rattling sound from inside, and a man walked out holding his head.

“Ugh, hangover…what are you?”

He was a giant with two more heads than Ronan. Her upper body, which was exposed without anything on top, was covered in frizzy hair. It was more like an animal than a human being.

“Hey profit…”

Terrified, Asher hid behind the furnace. Ronan frowned. The man smelled of alcohol, iron, and a terrible dog.

the man asked angrily.

“Why did you come?”

“I’m here to get weapons. They say this place makes knives so well.”

“Haha…because I don’t have any luck. I haven’t been in business for a while. Can’t you see that the fire is out in the brazier?”

The man spit on the floor. Ronan took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. People outside could hear me if I was fucking here.

Ronan rummaged through his inner pocket and pulled out a metal plate.

“Come on, look.”

“ok?”

Ronan held the metal tile in front of the man’s eyes. For a moment, the man’s eyes widened. He glanced at Ronan and the metal plate, and Asher and Marya behind him once, and snorted.

“The billboard of the Grancia family. So what do you mean?”

“Yes?”

“So are you Grancia? Damn, I don’t know where the information is leaking from. Shut it off, kid.”

The man scratched his crotch. With a droopy yawn, he opened his mouth with his eyes fixed on Marya and Asher.

“But if possible, I leave them behind.”

“that?”

“These little bastards. It looks very tasty.”

The man giggled vulgarly. Asher and Marya’s expressions hardened. Ronan looked at the two and opened his mouth.

“Take care of your mouth, bro. Then you can live with a cripple for the rest of your life.”

“Is it wrong to say something that looks delicious looks delicious? If you twist it, jump on it.”

“Is that so?”

Ronan pulled the hilt. The tip of the black iron sword was shot straight at the man’s shoulders. It was the moment when the sword strike touched the man’s skin.

-Changgrang!

At the same time as the shock was transmitted from his hand, the sound of something shattering resounded.

“what?”

“Lo, Ronan! Carl!”

Ronan narrowed his brow. In his hand was a shredded black iron sword. Half of the broken sword was hung on the wooden wall.

“…a good deal.”

The man laughed as if he was not funny. He didn’t even realize that the sword had been fired. Marya, who was staring at the man, suddenly shouted.

“uh?! Go, armor?”

The upper body of the man who was obviously not wearing anything was covered in armor. No one present could see the man getting dressed.

The man sighed as he stroked the part that was hit by Ronan.

“Damn, to get an enchantment with just one block. I need a little more reinforcement.”

“What kind of magic did you use?”

Ronan frowned. The black iron sword was broken, so it wasn’t normal armor. It seemed to have a hardness equal to or higher than Lord Madoros.

But there was no way to break through. Ronan was about to wield the sword that had been cut in half again. The man raised his hands and clapped them.

“Wow, woah, stop it. It’s okay if you come in. Damn, this is the first time I’ve seen such a quick sword in my life.”

“pass?”

“okay. Even if you pretend to be, someone who isn’t Grancia is handing out Grancia’s hand, but you can’t just let it in. I tried provocation once to see my skills. Who gave you the bill?”

Ronan didn’t answer. He said, pointing with his thumbs at Asher and Marya behind them.

“Apologize to those bastards first.”

“Really, that’s right. I’m sorry everyone. I didn’t mean it.”

The man immediately bowed his head politely. Embarrassed by the unexpected behavior, the two of them suddenly accepted the apology. Ronan only answered the question after seeing it.

“Schlieffen.”

“Who’s that bastard master? That’s great.”

The man grinned and struck his leg with a hammer. Again, a metallic sound rang out before the hammer hit the leg. Another armor appeared.

It was a form that completely covered the legs, and because the top and bottom were connected, it was a stylish armor that could be worn by a Knights Templar. Ronan lowered his sword.

“Blacksmith Werewolf, this is new again.”

“What, did you notice?”

“The smell of dogs must be terrifying. Are you the owner of this forge?”

The man burst out laughing. He looked down at Ronan, who did not lose his composure, with interest.

“no. I’m just an apprentice The masters are the inspirations below.”

“Then why are you here without helping the forge? If it was the gatekeeper role, I could have hired someone else.”

“I wanted to try the invisible armor I developed this time. Originally, I was going to ask the knights of the Grancia family to blow up a skill, but you came.”

With those words, the man’s body began to transform. The snout was elongated, and gray-brown hairs sprouted from the body.

The taller head was close to reaching the ceiling. It was almost the size of a Wear Lion or a Wear Tiger.

“Hey hey!”

“Hey, werewolf?”

“Bye-ah-ah…!”

Asher and Marjah retreated in terror. Sita puffed up her fur as if threatened. Ronan asked with a serious expression on his face.

“Why did you suddenly change?”

“I wanted to show the excellence of my masterpiece. Look at this, the physique has changed, but it doesn’t peel or break.”

Looking back, it was definitely surprising. The bizarre armor automatically opened up the seams and was precisely tailored to the physique of the man personified. The man said triumphantly.

“How about it, isn’t it awesome? Magic smelting is the forefront of technology. Blacksmiths who only beat iron in a frivolous way can no longer survive.”

Just by looking at the man’s face, he could feel his enthusiasm for the job. Ronan smiled and inserted the black iron sword that had been cut in half into the sheath.

“Certainly, it is worth making exclusive use of the Grancia family’s weapons.”

“What, did you know that? ha ha ha! I am also proud of my workplace.”

Its large tail was swaying left and right. The man who had his mouth ripped to the side of his ear held out his hand.

“It’s Didican.”

“Ronan.”

“Okay, Ronan. What exactly was the purpose of your visit to the forge?”

“To get a useful weapon.”

“Then you have come to the right place. let’s go in The friends there.”

“Are you going in?”

“Then did you really think this was our workplace? Follow me.”

Three men and one horse followed Didi Khan into the smithy. It looked very narrow from the outside, but it was more spacious than I thought.

Didi Khan stopped behind the furnace. He said looking back at Ronan and the others.

“Everyone sticks by my side. I don’t know if I can ride all of these at once.”

The party gathered around Didi Khan. Didi Khan, who was fumbling along the wall of the furnace, pressed down on a certain section.

The building began to vibrate slightly, and the floor they were standing on began to slowly descend.