Blade and Poetry

I watched Coleman walk out of the audience with his knife on his back from a distance, without even continuing to watch the game.The next game didn't start for a long time. People looked back and watched his back, whistling and waving their hands.The people in the West Court obviously also knew the excitement of this game, so those radicals who were not happy to see the result just kept their faces sullen and kept silent, and they all chose to maintain their demeanor at this moment.

These honors are well deserved to fall on this young man.

"True genius." My eyes swept over the open palms on my knees, "In time, even if you use 'the scenery is the same' to prophesy, I will not refute it."

"I didn't know you knew so much about the Knives," said Ordgo.

"is it?"

"You are very passionate about it." His words were not doubts, but direct affirmations.At this time, he suddenly showed a kind of sensitivity that is not common in ordinary times.

"Vicente," Odego said without pursuing my strange silence, "isn't magic bad? You use it to do whimsical tricks, but you haven't even memorized the basic spells."

Seeing his persistent and confused expression, I suddenly decided that I shouldn't have fooled him.

"Odgo, you have something to believe in. You are sure that you can find laws that can be measured mathematically in magic, and you love this kind of thing-but I don't. I only study what I am interested in. Magic is a good thing , can kill boredom. But if I spend my whole life doing everything about it and being tightly bound to it, that is another kind of boredom."

"People would think it was capricious."

"People!" I exclaimed under my breath. "I guess you're not dissatisfied with me?"

"I don't mind."

"Yeah, so 'people' is not much. There were people who needed me to do what they wanted, but until now, even those people have given up on their original idea. No one needs me to do it anymore What's the matter, Odgo, they can't judge me any more."

Aude is good at dealing with numbers, but he is not good at understanding the overly complicated emotions between people.His lips were pursed into a line, as if he wanted to say something.

This is a rare hesitation seen in him, and I can't help being a little moved.

"Great Stanley, don't be nervous." I said to him, "I'm still waiting for you to throw me a few more gold coins when I play and sing on the street. You think, when I lean against the cold wall, holding the handle Broken guitar, you are wearing a great wizard's collar pin and a cloak, and you are accompanied by several assistants. When you pass by, you see: Ah, isn't this old friend Vicente? Just generously fill my hat with Gold coins. How nice."

He really smiled, but shook his head disapprovingly: "Vicente, you really shouldn't learn magic."

"If the ten-year-old magic branch appeared, people could choose to switch the gifted branch belonging to the magician to the branch of the swordsman, I would do anything. If there is a choice, I will definitely Confirm that one. But no." I said. "You probably haven't guessed why I love swordsmen?"

I gradually lowered my voice, and he unconsciously leaned closer to listen.

"Because the swordsman's clothes are beautiful." I whispered in his ear, while pointing to Coleman standing outside the arena. "Look at the official uniform of the East Court—the hunter outfit—those cloth and leather straps and metal buckles, don't they easily make people look heroic?"

Odego had a ghostly expression on his face, as if he was very regretful for giving me a short-term trust.

In the distance, Coleman was standing face to face with a girl whose height reached his shoulders.It's just that he lowered his head and stared at her, but the girl also lowered her eyes in the same way, with a head of graceful curly chestnut hair hanging lightly around her waist, which was sometimes twirled by the wind.

"I seem to have seen Lan Duo." I murmured. "Where's Miss Morrie's sharp tongue? Oh, I seem to remember where I've seen Coleman. My God."

I squeezed the hem of Aldgo's cloak and started laughing.

"Landuo's childhood sweetheart's companion would sometimes rush from the east courtyard to the west courtyard, and stand at the door with a cold face waiting for Lan Duo to finish class. Before knowing this, all the little ghosts who had seen him in the corridor of the west courtyard thought he was carrying a knife. They were looking for a duel with the Radicals, but when they squatted down until he glanced at Lan Duo who ran out of the classroom with reddened cheeks, everyone was dumbfounded."

Odd couldn't help laughing.

"I've only seen him from a distance—it's really strange that they aren't together, Lan Duo is only willing to admit that they are childhood sweethearts; although everyone knows that Lan Duo's eyes are the brightest only when he is with him , Coleman has never been so gentle with the second person."

Coleman and Lando walked away, and it seemed that he didn't intend to continue watching the game.Odego motioned for me to turn my attention back to the ring; the announcer emerged from the judging box in the arena to announce the end of the day's schedule.No one left in the auditorium, and everyone was firmly fixed in their seats.

"There's still time for the mock-ups," Ord said, "and the professors would pick out a scene from that day's confrontation and recreate it each time.

"A great opportunity to learn from the experience."

"That's what the professors meant."

There was an uproar on the court, and I looked far and wide, and found that the executive principal stood in the jury.Wearing a black dress, she walked to the center of the arena without saying a word.

I could make out a few names from the cacophony of voices, but it didn't really matter what they were.After the principal, another figure also flashed out and stood in the opposite position in the field.The hem of his coat was blown straight back by the wind, and his hair was slightly gilded in the sunlight.

I felt my heart be shaken for a moment.

"Karajan." I stared at the silhouette, and the blurted name merged with the excited cheers of the crowd.

"Is Professor Karajan one of the 'people' you mentioned?" Odd asked me suddenly.

"Of course," I said, "but I don't have to ask what he thinks of me just yet. I give him all the credit I can."

What they want to reproduce is the final stage of the confrontation between the swordsman and the magician.

The strange silence before the battle was restored in the arena.

"It would be unfair to Ms. Rogers if I hadn't seen my Soul Calibur episode when I picked this clip," Karajan said.

"Thank you very much for taking this into consideration, but it doesn't matter, let it go on." The headmaster said solemnly.

After a brief exchange, they stopped talking.

Karajan leaned slightly, put his hands on his waist, and saluted a swordsman.The principal put his finger on a place near his left shoulder, and also saluted a magician.

"What's the definition of a sorcerer's ritual?" Ordgo asked me.

"Responsibility, humility and nobility. The place where the hands are placed is between the shoulders and the heart. It can be imagined that the knife is placed on the place where the knife was hung on the waist in the old days. The connotation of the six characters is perseverance, courage and destruction."

"Why destruction?" Ordgo frowned.

"It is said that it is a kind of saying that destroys the old self and regains a new life. It is an old thing, and it is not easy to study. Look at the field, little Odd, learn from the nobility of the predecessors."

Ms. Rogers, the principal, and Karajan went to the two sections of the arena.The battle started in an instant.

The speed at which the headmaster opened the comet weave was not at the same level as that of the magician before.What she cast out from her hands was no longer rays of light, but a net, or a path that made it difficult to walk.After each ray of light is emitted, the magic is cut off extremely decisively, trying to save the magic power to the maximum.

On the contrary, I could hardly catch Karajan's shadow, and when I noticed that the corner of his clothes flashed, he was already in the next place.The only thing I can tell is that his steps were not pulled by the lines of the comet.They can't touch him.

We held our breath, and we didn't have time to look at each other in this flash of light.

"Her movements and spells," Odgo said with a trembling voice, "the magic power can be divided in such a short gap to draw a large formation. The pattern of the formation..."

Just like the trap laid by the magician under the cover of light in the previous round, Ms. Rogers also imitated this method in this round.Since the magic circle was no longer effective for assault, she chose to expand its area to a terrifying extent—a level that a swordsman could not jump over.

"There are still twelve steps away." I thought, "What will he do? By the way, Soul Blade. Last time, Soul Blade also appeared at the end."

I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with Karajan:

"I have never seen your sword and sword soul. I don't know if I can have this luck during the years I have been in the academy?"

"You'll see soon enough," he said, "but not now."

I still remember the enigmatic smile on his face when he said that.

Previous times were counted in units shorter than seconds.It is a vague, dazzling and extremely wonderful dynamic, as if it only exists in the moment when the heart is suspended and the breath is held.And now the heartbeat dropped with a thud, and everything went still.

Karajan unsheathed his blade when he stepped into the magic circle for the first step.

In the second step, the tip of the knife was downward, and was swung obliquely by the knife holder forcefully.

Following this wave, the white flame engulfed the magic circle, rolled and burned from the yellow grass under his feet to the other end of the arena, and surrounded Ms. Rogers in an instant, rising to the height of half a person.

The original brilliance of the magic circle has changed, and the autumn yellow grass, which is used to lay the ground of the arena and has a strong ability to isolate magic, turned into a piece of scorched earth after the flames rolled.

"A sword master can use the magic in his body to move the soul of the sword to such an extent." I heard Odego exclaim.

The headmaster politely sends a throw-in-the-wall signal; the presenter announces the official end of the mock segment.

This is already two victories for the Eastern Academy.The competition was over, and the students in the East Campus cheered wildly for their visiting professor. Some people in the seats in the West Campus couldn't stand this kind of flamboyant attitude, and stood up and yelled in dissatisfaction.

Sitting on the tree, I could see it clearly, and I simply mingled with the noise of the crowd and shouted over there: "Professor Karajan—destroying the environment—doesn't it make any sense—"

Karajan seemed to be talking to the preacher, and after a while, the preacher made a silent gesture.

"I will provide prizes for the Magic Basic Theory Memorial Competition after the seven-day winter vacation. If someone can win the first place and get my approval, he will get the right to use my knife for ten days." He raised the A golden dagger that just showed its prowess in the simulation.

I was extremely surprised, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"Generally, very few swordsmen let others handle their own swords," I tried to see the sword more clearly, "I always have the illusion that 'this is not his sword'."

"Because of this unexpected generosity?"

"Because of a man's intuition—well, the soul of the sword really cannot be cast with other people's swords, I almost forgot."

Ordgo and I couldn't get down the tree yet, because the concealment array was fixed on the tree, and the students and professors all left the field in our direction.When Karajan approached here, a group of students were still chattering around him.

"...Why does the professor give prizes to such a biased competition in the West Academy?"

"As a compensation."

"In compensation for what?" the voice demanded.

He seemed to have stopped for an instant, motioned them to look at the scorched earth of the arena, and then turned his gaze—I almost thought he had found me.But his gaze didn't stop, and it moved smoothly from me.

He smiled and said, "Destroy the environment."