Academy’s Genius Swordsman

3. Cowardly Asher (1)

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Asher was having a hellish day today. He was deeply regretting not being able to turn down the invitations of his friends. I should have given an excuse to be sick, but it’s always like this.

“I know! money! If you brought it! not! right though! It’s okay!”

“I really don’t have money!”

In return, Asher had to mix in the middle of the herd and watch the shepherd be beaten. The dwarf child was curled up in a circle and beaten like a real ball.

“Then what do you pay for your sick mother’s medicine, huh?!”

“That… that! ”

The right reason was amazing. This was because her mother’s illness had recently gotten worse, and most of her expenses had returned to the cost of medicine. His gang, mostly from orphans, did not take into account the filial piety of the shepherd.

“Hey, you can live as well as me without having a mother to raise you. Anyway, sooner or later, what are you going to do with the new bitch, huh?”

“Wouldn’t it be a bit uncomfortable to think that you paid the cost of buying a coffin in advance?

Hearing the unacceptable insult, the child said nothing. Asher muttered, clenching her fists.

“dummy.”

It was also said to himself, not to the child. As dwarf and skinny as a shepherd, he was not a target of thugs only because of his talent. He did not have the courage to face violence or bullying.

Asher prayed. It’s impossible to stop anyway, so please let this savage violence end soon. Please don’t call your own name.

But life doesn’t always go the way you want it to.

“Hey, Asher! Does this bastard want to taste your magic?”

Hans, the captain, breathed in and called out to him. At that moment, all the bullies stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to Asher.

Asher felt like a heavy weight fell upon her heart. He kept his expressionless expression and nodded his head.

“Hey profit! Don’t, magic! No! please! Just look at that!”

“Yes, Asher! Make me think I’d rather die!”

“Magician! I’m a wizard! Please have mercy!”

The shepherd hurriedly knelt down. He grabbed Asher’s trousers, dripping nosebleeds. Asher closed her eyes tightly and chanted the spell.

“Invisible Hand”

The shepherd’s body began to rise slowly.

“Aaaaah! no!”

An invisible hand grabbed the shepherd’s and lifted it. Cheers erupted from everywhere. His body, which had been climbing slowly, soon reached a height where if he fell, he would be seriously injured. But the bullies only instigated Asher.

“Giggle, no matter how many times you see it, it’s amazing. Hang it from the top of the tree!”

“Take it down! please! Please get off!”

Asher licked her lips. He was cursed by his own unequal talent. Had I known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have bought the magic book sold by the vendor as a joke. Could it have been more useful if I had not been born in such a rural area?

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My hands were trembling. The moment I lost my concentration, I felt like I was about to drop the shepherd. His magic was still weak and unstable. Asher let out a silent scream. Please someone stop me!

“Yeah, drop it.”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice intervened from behind.

“What kind of bastard are you?”

“You, you!”

The crowd suddenly became quiet as if cold water had been poured on them. Even Hans, who was not embarrassed by being stoned along the way, became mute.

What’s going on? Asher barely turned her head and looked back. Nimburton’s outlaw stood there.

Ronan spoke again.

“Are you coming down?”

Asher felt a goose rising up her spine. There was something depressing people in the dry voice.

Without realizing it, he began to slowly lower the shepherd. Hans saw this and grabbed Asher’s shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Yes?”

“Did that bastard tell you to get off? Are you happy with me?”

“Well, that’s not it…”

“Put it back up.”

Asher swallowed her saliva. The shepherd’s body began to rise again. Seeing this, Ronan laughed. Hans strode forward and stopped in front of Ronan.

“Ronan, long time no see. Is not it?”

“That’s right, Hans, it’s been a long time.”

“Why are you talking to me all of a sudden? It will continue to be crushed.”

“I still have the face of a sweet potato with syphilis. Was it this bad?”

“Fuck you, do you not understand the topic?”

Hans, who was much taller, looked down on Ronan. In fact, Hans was three years older than Ronan.

The other boys, overwhelmed by the atmosphere, looked at the two of them holding their breath.

Originally, Ronan’s position in Nimburton was like a natural disaster with a bystander attitude. The arguing people rubbed them so they could neither walk nor crawl, but they never intervened in other quarrels.

“Don’t say that you punched me in the past. If we fight again, do you think you will win?”

On the other hand, Hans was like a bison stalking anyone. Even if he didn’t feel bad, he quarreled and immediately threw a fist against his heart. Of course, only for those who are weaker than you.

Disasters often occurred because the level of the opponent was not properly grasped. A prime example is his terribly ugly hawk nose, a work by Ronan that was disputed three years ago.

But now things have changed. A plausible long sword was hung from Hans’ waist. It was an item that I received as a reward for serving a mercenary corps all through last winter.

Shreung!

Hans drew his sword. Ronan rolled his mouth in admiration.

“Oh, Carl.”

“Why are you all staring blankly?”

Hans’ voice was as daunting as his size. Bullies surrounded the two in an instant. Asher was unable to move because she had to maintain her magic.

“Now get down on your knees and pray. I will see you once.”

“Do you know how to wield it? It’s hard to think of it the same as holding a stick and shaking it…”

Nettle!

Hans swung his sword vertically. Ronan lightly twisted his shoulders and avoided the attack. I expected it to be a mess, but, unexpectedly, his posture was just looking out for me.

“…I was trying to make a bastard without an arm, but I was lucky. ”

“I know.”

lucky. Ronan really thought so.

Contrary to the poor muscle strength and physical strength, the visual acuity and reaction speed of the body seemed to remain the same. Of course, since the opponent is Hans Nauvoo, we need more information.

“It’s too late to pray now. You’ll have to leave one ear or one nose behind to go.”

Ronan didn’t answer. Suddenly, his attention was again focused on Asher. The short boy was struggling not to drop the shepherd swaying in the air.

‘I didn’t remember wrong either. That little wizard was…’

The boys, who interpreted Ronan’s silence as atrophy, helped out one by one.

“Well, how many years ago was that already? I was just scared.”

“Don’t hold on to the same weight, you bastard, pray right now.”

No matter how Ronan was, it was unreasonable to face the sword with a stick slightly thicker than a dragonfly. Moreover, Hans practiced the sword every day. It was never with good intentions, but there was no denying that he was a hard worker.

When the desired atmosphere was created, strength was put on Hans’ shoulders.

“If it happens, I will love your older sister. Thinking of having that plump ass massage already…”

Shirick!

At that moment, a whistling sound rang out.

tuk. Something round fell between the two of them.

“uh?”

No one saw what had happened. However, Ronan’s stick, which had been draped over his shoulder, fell to the floor.

Hans felt uncomfortable and lowered his gaze. One of the ears, which had been cut off, was placed on top of the shoe.

“Huh?… Huh?”

Suddenly, a burning pain attacked my ear. Hans grabbed the place where the ears had been, with the sword thrown away. Red blood gushed out from the crevices of his fingers.

“Aaaaaah! Fuck! my ears!”

“hey.”

wow! Ronan kicked Hans hard in the stomach. Hans collapsed, forgetting the pain of having his ear cut off. It was difficult to breathe properly because the shock was transmitted to the intestines.

“Heh heh heh…!”

“You’re the fucking orphan of this dog.”

He grabbed Hans by the hair and lifted it roughly. A gloomy voice escaped from Ronan’s mouth, where the smile had disappeared.

“What’s wrong with my sister’s ass?”

“Kill! Kill me!!”

Hans managed to come to his senses and cried out with saliva and tears. The boys, who had been hesitating, ran and screamed one by one. Ronan muttered as he plunged Hans’s face to the floor.

“My friends who don’t have an Abby always have tea. Even though I am not.”

****

“Well? Did you put it down?”

“Yes.”

Asher had already put down the shepherd by the time he came to clean up the bullies. Ronan grumbled as he rubbed his hands on his pants.

“Hey, it’s definitely weakened. You are just so tired.”

Asher kept her mouth shut. weakened?

The incident, which took place for about five minutes, was shameful to even call it a fight. The overwhelming one-sided violence was reminiscent of the riot of an eagle infiltrating a chicken coop.

Under the tree was rolling the bread cap originally worn by the shepherd. Ronan picked up the hat, dusted it off, and put it on the shepherd’s head.

“You go home.”

“I, uh…so…”

“Don’t worry about those bastards. Now even if I fight with your brother instead of you, I will lose.”

Ronan raised his thumb and pointed to the bullies lying behind him. All of them had their arms and legs broken, and they were skeptical.

“Okay, take this too.”

Ronan took off the shepherd’s hat again and put a handful of coins in it. It was money from the pockets of the bad guys. said the shepherd in a trembling voice.

“Hey, this is too much.”

“it’s okay. I have already given my share.”

“That, though….”

“Would you like to get slapped in your pants until you poop?”

“Thank you!!”

The shepherd bowed several times to say hello and ran down the hill. Asher looked into Ronan’s eyes and was biting only useless nails. Then Ronan opened his mouth.

“Hey, dwarf.”

“Oh, huh? me?”

“Then, who else is here but you? Was your name Michelle?”

“It’s Asher.”

“That’s it. You’re a man, aren’t you?”

“uh? uh, uh…”

“I ate it like a sissy. Much more than I remember.”

It wasn’t empty words, it really was. Looking at the red hair that went down to the nape of the neck and the dark double eyelids, it was impossible to tell if this was a woman or a man. He was also very short, so Adeshan could have put his chest on the top of his head.

“Oh, that, there… that… I’m sorry…”

“Okay, you used that on me earlier.”

“yes? What…?”

“Telekinesis magic. You picked up that little boy and lifted it up.”

“Oh, that can’t be!”

Asher waved her hand. Ronan said, glancing at his scaly fists.

“I won’t do anything if I put it up and drop it, so just do it.”

“No, it’s also dangerous, but… you probably won’t even be able to lift it. I never learned it properly…”

“sun.”

Asher sighed deeply. No matter what I said, it didn’t seem to work. He looked at Ronan and chanted a spell. A hand made of magical power appeared and grabbed Ronan.

“Five.”

Then his body slowly began to rise. Because it was much heavier than a shepherd, it took more force.

“Hey, shall we get off now?”

“continue.”

It felt similar to when I was fighting in a dogfight in my previous life. At the time of the decisive battle, he was able to cut off Ahayute’s wings thanks to the help of a skilled telekinesis wizard to move him.

‘Wizards are rare. Telekinesis wizards are rarer.’

Wizards, with the exception of very few, dealt with only one attribute. Telekinesis belonged to a very rare ability.

Ronan was proud of himself as he looked at Asher’s face and recalled the distant memories of his previous life. I remember he used his telekinesis to steal things from the kiosk.

The gnome, who had never been as interested in ant snot in a previous life, was the gemstone of such a talent. Ronan didn’t want to miss out on this unexpected good fortune.

Ronan’s body suddenly rose to the height of his own height. Asher was sweating profusely, concentrating on magic.

‘Then I should try this as well.’

Shreung! Suddenly, Ronan drew his sword. It was the sword of Hans, who could no longer wield the sword again. Asher was startled and tried to dispel the spell, but Ronan stopped him.

“No, keep it up as it is.”

It was an unfamiliar sound. Asher did as he was told. Ronan lightly drew the area where the telekinesis was working with a knife. The sensation of cutting water passed through his fingertips.

At the same time, the power holding him disappeared.

“uh?!”

dump. Asher hit the buttwheel and fell. Ronan, who landed lightly, sighed in relief.