Blade and Poetry

I tossed and turned on the bed, woke up after not sleeping for a long time, and then ran to the library to continue looking up materials.I want to find records about the "fusion" experiment after 796: Has the laboratory with the remaining results been rebuilt; after decades, has this kind of research progressed to a higher level, and even the results were developed?

But my investigations in this area were ultimately fruitless.I had no choice but to look up the Southern History of Columbus, hoping to get some side information that can be used for deduction—but there are really not many records about the end of the Golden Age.The most authoritative official history of Colum Dunan shows that at the end of the Golden Age, Colum Dunan only experienced a few beautiful revenge battles, which further expanded the territory, and the interior of the territory was hardly damaged.

Since I had been in a lethargic state all morning, I was much more refreshed in the afternoon.When Professor Ryan of the magic class wrote "New Defense Array" as the topic of the design experiment at the end of the year, the whole class fell into a heated discussion.

"Except for the simplest structure of the defensive array, it is not allowed to copy any existing complex magic pattern parts with similar functions." Ryan said with a smile, as if he hadn't spit out harsh orders just now, "this time two people in groups .sane work."

"I think superimposed circular patterns should be used as the basic pattern of this magic circle. Most of the formations aiming at stability do this." Odego said, showing me the sketches of strokes.

"True, but trust me, wedges are the key to getting the most out of them. It links and transmits better than rounds. Use wedges only for edges."

"If I were you, I would have more confidence in the reliability of previous research."

"I think that's why they haven't broken through for a long time."

He handed me a paper full of formulas, "—this is the preliminary calculation of a corner of the magic circle."

"Very good," I praised, and as I spoke, I drew a small piece of the prototype of my idea on the back, and drew him the direction of magic flow with my fingers, "But you see, once this is successful, it will be more efficient, And it’s not that bad.”

"It only takes a lot of calculations and tweaks to prove that it actually works."

"The only reason superimposing circles doesn't require as much computation is because it's a cliché."

"Ridiculous!"

"Stay in the rut."

He puts his hands on the tie excitedly, but it looks like it's not his own but mine.

"Vicente!"

"Odgo!"

We stared at each other; for a long moment, I suspect, we both wanted to grab the other by the collar and shake.

The sound of Ryan tapping on the blackboard interrupted everyone's argument.He asked: "Does anyone have an idea for the topic, can you consider coming up and demonstrating it?"

Odego and I are still in a stage where we both want to raise our hands at the first moment; but he sits to my left, so when I raise my right hand, the other hand raises at the same time. His right wrist slammed back on the table.

"Vicente," Ryan called me.

I held my forehead and couldn't help laughing, and Lando and a black-haired girl sitting next to her also turned their heads and looked at us with a smile.

Odego sneered: "Go, if you make any mistakes, remember that I am behind you-I will correct it for you."

As I was walking, I turned my head and winked at him: "You will never wait for the day when I make a mistake."

This time, the sincere laughter of the people around suddenly turned into sincere contempt.

I stood in front of the blackboard and slowly drew the initial lines little by little, while Professor Ryan was sitting further inside the classroom.It was probably a little longer than the scheduled end time, but because it was the last class and it was such an important topic, no one expressed any impatience.

In this peaceful atmosphere, I suddenly heard some movement from the door, and then I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of my eye.

"Is Lan Duo there?" the man said.

It's Coleman.

—I almost forgot to pursue the bet with him.

This time he came here in his uniform.Maybe it was because I happened to cover Professor Ryan who was sitting in his view, so he took a few more steps in and showed a barely visible smile in Lan Duo's direction.He didn't even spend time wandering his eyes to find her.

I couldn't help but turn around, and found that the onlookers in the seats also continued to keep quiet because of the momentary surprise. I saw Lando's face quickly dyed pink, nodded in the direction of Professor Ryan, and quickly pulled She followed Coleman to the door of the classroom; Coleman was dragged behind by her, obviously not yet clear about the situation.

Lan Duo's soft voice of reproach came from outside the door—it was the most gentle sound you can think of.

The people in the classroom just woke up like a dream and began to cough, and it was so lively that it seemed like a heated debate had started again.Ryan smiled and motioned for me to continue, but another voice came from the door.

"Is Vicente there?"

This time the voice is very familiar to me.

I turned my head and saw that the man's eyes followed the pointer's gesture and met mine.

Then he looked behind me and said, "Ah, sorry, Ryan, I thought you were done. If you don't mind, I have to steal Vicente for a while."

"Please." Ryan said, looking at me again and teasing: "Vicente, remember the deadline for submitting the paper, and the deadline for submitting the last paper."

"Definitely." I swore with my hands up and jumped off the podium.I don’t know if it’s my illusion—the booing from under the podium seems to be higher than the foundation just now.

"Where are we going?" I asked Karajan, walking beside him.

He didn't smile, but his tone was very light.

"To a place farther away."

I walked through the East Court with him.He led me into a building and knocked on a door - there was a copper nameplate engraved with "Professor Samantha Hogan" on the door.

"Good afternoon. I think you will come at this time, Professor Karajan." A woman wearing round glasses came out and said politely.

"Good afternoon. This is Ms. Hu Gen, who is the current professor of the sword technique class in the East Campus." Karajan said to me, and then directed the eyes of the serious woman in front of me to me, "This is my student Vicente."

She seemed to have really discovered my existence after Karajan's words.She looked me over carefully, then reached out to shake my hand.

The movement was strong and crisp; she touched me for about a second before letting go.

"Karajan, I read the letter you sent me." She frowned suddenly, and said to Karajan, "I still can't agree with your proposal."

"Let's go in and talk." Karajan cut off the conversation.

He took two steps, turned around and asked me where I was, "Want to come in?"

"I'm looking at the scenery outside." I hesitated and decided not to participate in the entire conversation between the two professors. "The East Campus is quite novel."

When Hu Gen opened and closed the door, I got a glimpse of the outline of her room.All professors have different preferences for their own office decoration, and the furnishings inside it do not reveal the owner's personal preferences at all. The only use that can be thought of is "office".

The door was not fully closed, I leaned against the outside wall and waited, scanning the sparse crowd in the corridor with my eyes.The uniforms of the east and west courtyards were uniform, so they were not overly surprised that there was such a person standing here, but occasionally showed curious eyes on a strange face.

I could vaguely hear the intermittent conversation inside, but I couldn't make out the actual content - I resisted putting my ear to the door.About 2 minutes later, I heard the approaching footsteps of two people inside.

The next sentence was the only whole sentence I caught throughout the whole thing, and it was Ms. Hogan's voice.She stood at the door again; the toe of her shoe stuck to the black line on the ground, no more and no less, looking at me solemnly:

"I hope so, Karajan. But I won't believe it."

This seemed to be just an impromptu episode during our walk.As we walked the soft lawn again, I revisited the subject in a small talk with him.

"I only heard Ms. Hogan's last words."

"Can you guess what that was replying to?"

"Some ideas."

The pale-teal lawns receded beneath my feet, and I noticed a bit of fresh green emerging from among them.

"I said to her: 'He's a very talented guy, and if he's taught the right way, he might end up being as good as all the swordsmen in this class.'"

I looked eagerly at him beside me.

"But unfortunately, as I expected, she did not agree with you to attend the sword technique class." Karajan said lightly. "I can only teach you every night from now on—here."

In front of me was a dense forest.They are taller than those I have seen in the free world, and the leaves are dark purple with jagged edges, and from a distance they look like a dark cloud gathering.

"The easternmost part of the east courtyard. The branches of the fog cypress are hard and can only be cut with special magic, so it is an extremely suitable place to start practicing knives." He said.

I can't help but be shocked how far he's done it for me... The rumors that Professor Karajan doesn't like trouble are not unfounded.

I tried to roll my eyes so that my next sentence sounded more like a joke: "Karajan, are you sacrificing for me?"

The hair tied behind his back swayed slightly with his movements, leaving only a small piece of it shining in the setting sun in my perspective.He suddenly laughed, looked at me in the same ironic tone as mine and said, "Why should I sacrifice myself for you, Vicente?"

I couldn't find the correct answer to this sentence for the time being, so I just stared at him in place.

He and I quickly passed a layer of shadows, as if I felt the warmth of the top of my head.

He withdrew his hand, "Anything I do is for myself."

He jumped briskly towards the woods behind him, and landed accurately between the two tallest ancient trees without taking a second glance at his footsteps.There seemed to be a looming path behind him, and he was standing at the only entrance on this side of the forest.

I left his knife on him as early as one night on the rooftop.At this time, its arc flashed, and before I could clearly see how his hand moved, there was a scratch on the ground in front of him, separating me from him.

"Vicente, this is the last time you need to choose. You have to think carefully. I will force you close to your limit in the process of teaching you. If you can't bear it, you will definitely collapse. You Undoubtedly, you will be stronger than before, but more importantly, you may only be infinitely close to your dream after all this painstaking effort, and you will not be able to reach the highest peak you desire, just as it was originally destined. You may spend your whole life I can't see your soul of the sword, and I have to fight against other swordsmen who have put in the same effort as you with thousands of times of difficulty. I must say it up front—I don't need your swear, I just need your answer. But if you step forward Come," he pointed to the line on the ground, it is not deep, but it is actually placed there, "you will no longer have a retreat——I will give you no retreat."

"Can't you come?" he asked.

"Even if you ask me a hundred times, my answer is yes."

I just crossed the line and followed him further into the woods.Above my head were those obscuring clouds of purple leaves, and beneath my feet was a soil that was so real—it had never been so real.

I looked up and said to him, "I will give you Dabi's medal in two years."

"Remember that all I said was 'maybe'?"

"Then let me take that word out." I coughed. "It's always good to be a little delusional."

He looked up like I did.I glanced at his profile from the corner of my eye and thought he seemed to be smiling.

"What, you decided to hang yourself on the gallows?" he quipped.

I remembered that one of the descriptions of the knife when I filled out the test paper was "the noose of the victim stained with glory"-it's hard for him to still remember this metaphor.

"No, it's the cross that the ascetics carried on their pilgrimage," I said.