Academy’s Genius Swordsman

＜ 147. Intensive Training (1) ＞

#147

“Instead, there are conditions. For the rest of the month, you are prohibited from competing with each other.”

“Eh? why?”

Ronan tilted his head at the unexpected remark. Schlieffen paused as if he did not understand. said Nabirose.

“I definitely have to make a difference. You two have very similar skills. It’s good to train in Dalian as usual, but try to approach it a little differently this time.”

“Different?”

“okay. For the rest of the month, we’re trying to figure out a way to grow up to be able to hit the opponent with certainty.”

“Aha.”

It was then that Ronan understood Nabirose’s words and shrugged his eyebrows. This was another novel proposal. Clearing her throat, she began to express her intentions openly.

“Most people get frustrated when their abilities don’t keep up with their ambitions. It’s a new concept to those who are blessed like you.”

“It’s the same with the instructor.”

“noisy. I want you to take this opportunity to feel the desperation and tenacity of ordinary people. I will do anything to become strong…”

Nabirose raised the corners of her lips. It was like a scholar observing an interesting subject, with a faint smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spit on the floor screaming that he thought I was your monkey, but he couldn’t. Even if I die soon, I don’t want to lose to Schlieffen. Ronan raised his hand and asked.

“But what if we really ‘do something’? Drinking the blood of a newborn to improve muscle strength.”

“If they were like that, I wouldn’t even do it. I must have already killed it with my own hands. Do not be ashamed of your good nature.”

“Ugh…”

Ronan’s face turned red. These were the words he had just said yesterday while looking at Erzbet. Nabi Rose smiled as if it was cute.

“You are strong. Both are capable enough. To be honest, I am confident that about 70% of the idiots out there will not be your opponents.”

“Still, it’s a recognized position, but there are so many assholes, aren’t there?”

“okay. But the nerds aren’t the only ones here. Because the world is wide and there are many talented people. Among the remaining 30%, there may be a swordsman strong enough to cut you down…”

Nabirose dragged the horse’s tail. Averting her gaze and biting her lips, she looked back at the two of them.

“…maybe the next swordsman to push that old cat away.”

The depth of water was cast on her beautiful face. It seemed that he had not yet fully recovered from the feeling of despair that he could not defeat Zayfa.

‘It’s not a wound that can be healed so easily.’

Her trembling eyes seemed to be talking. The swordsman must be one of the two. After being silent for a while, Nabi Rose spoke up.

“Then disband. You don’t have to go to class for the rest of the month.”

announcement is over. Ronan and Schlieffen left the arena and set out on campus. The sunset that had penetrated between the spires was flowing along the street. Schlieffen, who was moving without a word, opened his mouth.

“I have no intention of losing to you.”

“Who is that?”

“I want you to do your best, Ronan. I will too.”

Ronan, who was walking while looking ahead, turned his head. Schlieffen was already staring at him.

Although he was a serious guy in everything, he looked even more serious today. It’s not embarrassing either. Ronan looked forward again.

“Why are you so obsessed? Are you even trying to find the holy sword?”

“Finding the holy sword is one of Grancia’s longings.”

“It was real… What the hell is that holy sword? No one has ever seen it, does it really exist?”

“Not sure if it exists. I just don’t know what power it holds.”

Schlieffen firmly believed in the existence of the Holy Sword. At this point, I was slowly wondering what the knife was doing.

It would be nice if it were a sword that anyone could hold and rip through the protection of the stars. Then it won’t matter if this bastard rolls instead of me. Schlieffen continued.

“But the reason I do my best has nothing to do with it.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“I don’t want to lose to you. That’s all.”

“It’s good to be honest.”

Ronan chuckled. This was the child’s favorite thing. Even though he has already reached a high place, he is never complacent. The dark blue eyes are always looking upwards.

“By the way, what if you’re going to suck your finger at Phileon?”

Ronan giggled. Schlieffen smiled softly instead of answering. It was about halfway through. Suddenly, Schlieffen turned.

“I have business to do, so let’s go the other way. I wish you good luck.”

“Try hard for a month.”

Schlieffen left. Ronan trudged down the road leading to the dormitory alone. An elongated shadow met his feet.

“Shake.”

I pretended to be calm, but when I was alone, I was faced with various troubles. Nabirose’s proposal certainly made sense.

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Maybe it was because of Haeju’s body became lighter, or maybe the hatred had worn off over time, but I couldn’t deny the fact that the poison had softened compared to before.

‘Perhaps that child is stronger than me now.’

Ronan licked his lips. The current Schlieffen might have been stronger than himself. No, it was much more likely to be strong. Even if I removed a tumor with Haeju and my body grew, the gap of two years was not something that could be easily filled.

‘It’s not like I’m the type who wants a good luck.’

It wasn’t that hard to predict what that unlucky genius had achieved in two years. I’m sure I’ll work hard on my training this time too. Because that bastard is Schlieffen.

If you think about it, this match was overwhelmingly superior to Schlieffen. Being the eldest son of the Grancia family was a place where you could reach out and pick up everything you wanted. He was going to eat all kinds of good things, receive all kinds of support, and train intensively.

‘You should definitely take a picture and press it.’

On the other hand, Ronan’s situation was not so easy. In order to achieve enough development to press Schliefen within a period of one month, it was necessary to save time for eating and pooping. It was in the midst of meticulous planning. Suddenly a voice came from overhead.

“Ronan.”

It was a familiar beauty. Ronan shook his head. About ten steps away, a handsome young man was looking down at him with his back to the setting sun.

“you···.”

Ronan frowned. The huge red wings that sprouted from the young man’s back were flapping at regular intervals.

His platinum hair was fluttering in the wind. It was sick, but it was a beautiful sight. The attention of the students walking on the street was all on the young man.

“Hey, what is that? Is it magic?”

“Is there such a kid among the freshmen…?”

“Very handsome.”

The surroundings were gradually becoming noisy, but the young man was calm. It seemed that it would take a long time to understand the tribe of dragons. Ronan rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“Come down at once.”

“Don’t speak to me in command.”

“Damn, will you come down?”

The young man nodded and landed in front of Ronan. As the wings folded and disappeared into the body, cheers erupted everywhere. It was just a momentum to summon all the students.

“Itargand. Walk as much as possible inside the academy. Unless it’s a dragon and put it on my forehead.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Damn, I told you that if you want to be strong, you have to learn and work like a human. It doesn’t matter how hard you try, but if your identity is revealed, it will have a significant impact on your learning.”

Itargand tilted his head. It was difficult for me to tell you all these things one by one. have to be patient Ronan took a deep breath and continued.

“You are a dragon. Think the other way around. What if I went to your city polymorphed as a dragon and found out I was a human?”

“Right. I got it.”

Fortunately, Itargand was smart. He immediately understood that if discovered that he was a dragon, the students would either grieve him or scream and run away. Itargand said.

“I came through the admissions procedures as you said. Can you really be strong like this?”

“Of course. There’s no way it can’t be.”

Ronan nodded confidently. He persuaded Itargand to enter the Phileon Academy. It was to keep his promise to teach him how to become stronger.

Kratir was terrified, but somehow accepted his admission. Ronan desperately persuaded him that the two-legged lion was teaching the students, so there was a reason the dragon couldn’t attend.

Thanks to this, Itargand attended the Phileon Academy for a year. He was the first Dragon freshman since opening.

“Like you said, the humans here are quite high-level. Unlike other inferiors.”

“It’s a place where the best talents on the continent gather.”

“I will follow your suggestion. I don’t know what I can achieve in the same amount of time as an instant…”

Itargand bit his taste buds as if he didn’t understand. In fact, for him, a year would be no different than a few days in humans.

The way Ronan suggested was to learn and work hard. It was a simple and clear answer that even humans would feel the urge to kill if they heard it.

However, effort and learning was a fairly rare concept compared to the tribe of dragons that were basically completed. In a way, it was similar to the ‘blessed class’ that Nabirose spoke of a while ago.

Needless to say, the physical talents were excellent. Red Dragon. He was also a direct descendant of Navardoze, so it was natural in a way. Ronan had no doubts that itargand could be far ahead of the other dragons if he had the right mindset.

“good night. Then we’ll see you in a month.”

“one month? why?”

“A writer named Kratir told me to take a break because I had to talk to the professors about this and that. I had to visit my mother just in time, but it went well.”

Itargand said quietly. Ronan’s eyes widened. He seemed to have found the last piece of the training method that was being completed step by step.

“So… you have a month left, right?”

“okay.”

Itargand nodded. One corner of Ronan’s lips rose. Dragon, fast growth rate, and a matchmaking opponent that can replace Schlieffen.

After a few words of conversation, they walked side by side to the club training ground. That day, Itargand did not return to Adren, the city of dragons.

****

A month passed like that. Ronan, who was covered in scars, raised his sword and shouted.

“Faster!”

“Aww!”

👌👌👌👌👌 The tip of Ronan’s sword slashed through Itargand’s chest.