Academy’s Genius Swordsman

< 67. Jarudine (2) >

#67

Ronan’s face hardened. 20 years. It was not a strange time for the bald people who destroyed the whole world to build houses and make a living.

It was the car Ronan was trying to say something. Jarrodin, who sat still and caught his breath, opened his mouth.

“…No, it won’t take that long.”

“Um?”

“There was elasticity in the mana blood. Depending on the effort, it will be possible to shorten it further.”

“Hmm, if that’s the case with you, that’s probably it. If that’s the case, then I’ll have to make a separate technique for it? Because it’s not enough to say that this kid is unique.”

“Yeah. That’s… damn.”

dump. Jarrodin, who was about to get up, sat down again. It looked like his legs had not yet regained strength. Ronan held out his hand and said.

“Can I help you?”

“done. I just have to do it here.”

Suddenly, Jarrodin sat cross-legged. He placed his hands on his knees and closed his eyes.

Sahah-The slightly opened man and bizarre breathing began to come out between Dean’s lips. Secret’s eyes twinkled as if intrigued.

“Oh, did you devise it already?”

“It’s not exact yet, but the rough structure should be correct.”

“That genius is still there. It truly is like a tower mage in the full moon tower.”

“It’s just a useless past.”

Ronan tilted his head. Just looking at the way he sat, it seemed like a simple posture for practicing mana, but he couldn’t understand why he was admiring it. Jarrodin looked at him and said.

“Sit with your back to me. in the same position.”

Ronan did that. Jarrodin placed his hands on Ronan’s wingbones. Recalling what had happened just a few minutes ago, Ronan asked in a voice mixed with anxiety.

“You’re vomiting blood again, aren’t you?”

“maybe. I’ll open my senses again, so get ready.”

“Yes? for a moment···”

Quang! The shock that struck again spread through the veins. Ronan clenched it. His toes were shrinking like a squid in the fire.

“What the hell…!”

For a moment, the urge to cut Jarrodin’s body in half beautifully lifted his head. It was a much weaker pain than the previous two times, but there was nothing I could do about it, but the heat soared.

Ronan turned his head. Jarrodin’s face, with his bloodshot eyes wide open, caught my eye. Seeing that he was suffering several times as much pain as he was, Ronan forgot what to say.

“Damn, are you okay?”

“Uhhh yes. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“It’s annoying, but it’s bearable. This time the pain is a little long.”

Ronan frowned in displeasure. If the pain up until now has been volatile and disappears all at once, this pain remains like a lingering sound and stabs the body.

“Good luck. This is a normal symptom.”

Jarudine sighed in relief. He continued, moving his bare fingers little by little.

“The maximum mana you can use right now is about 0.01 Lanstol.”

“I don’t know how much you can say that.”

“You just need to know that it’s horribly small. If the average amount of mana used by a sword user is a cup of water, yours is only about the amount of spit spit from an ant.”

“… didn’t Haeju say it wouldn’t take that long?”

Ronan frowned. I was afraid of the next words. To him, ‘Yeah. Not until 20 years, 17 years will be enough.’ Hearing lines like that, he couldn’t keep his reason.

However, Jarrodin was far more knowledgeable and capable than Ronan had imagined.

“It did. It really depends on what you’re trying to do. It could be full 20 years, but hopefully it could be finished in 5 years.”

“Five years is very hopeful. What should I do?”

“The most basic thing is to repeat the mana technique I will tell you from now on every day.”

Ronan twisted his lips when he heard the word mana seniority. It was the only subject that was expected to receive a failing score after coming to Phileon. Ronan was so accustomed to the eyes of the instructors that were half and half sad and half disappointed.

“…I’ve never been successful in training before, is it okay?”

“That’s what it’s like to be taught by people who are not capable. If you do what I tell you, you can do it.”

“It just got a little cool. I think you can understand why I’m friends with Instructor Nabirose.”

“From now on, I will inject mana into your body. Even if it is a bit painful, endure it and remember the path through which the mana flows.”

Remember the route? Before he could even say those words, Jarrodin radiated mana. A tiny amount of mana, precisely measured to fit Ronan’s mana blood, thinner than a spider’s web, spread through his veins.

“Ugh…!”

“Concentrate.”

Ronan shrugged his shoulders involuntarily. It was an unfamiliar sensation, like rinsing the inside of my body with water.

The mana that came in through the back spread throughout the body and then gathered in the heart. Mana, which had been pulsating in the heart, moved again through the blood vessels to the tips of the body, such as fingers and earlobes.

Ronan understood Jarudine’s words to remember the path at once. Indeed, mana did not move randomly, but flowed with its own direction.

“Can you feel it?”

“yes.”

“great. Now we’re going to cycle it. Slowly inhale and exhale to gather mana and spread it.”

Jarudine continued to infuse mana while explaining how to breathe. Ronan adjusted the interval between his breaths as Jarrodin had taught him. Suddenly, a strange sound of wind began to come out of his mouth. aa

“This···!”

“Okay. Remember that feeling. Do you think you know the direction the mana flows?”

“Uh… roughly.”

“Try it.”

Jarrodin lifted his hands from Ronan’s back. Ronan moved along the path he had just felt the mana remaining in his body. Ronan’s breath changed again. Jarudine muttered as if it was ridiculous.

“Did you memorize it all at once… I’m sure you will receive a lot of love from Butterfly Rose.”

“It’s such a strange feeling. Is this mana practice?”

“okay. It is a technique that is meaningful only to you.”

Jarudine stood up. Still, his face was even more gloomy. As he staggered, he drank the water bottle that was on Sekrit’s desk at once.

“Fufu… repeat that every day. It’s a bit annoying now, but once you get used to it, you’ll be able to practice while moving or talking.”

“Without the professor’s help?”

“okay. My mana was injected to quickly learn the senses, and the amount of mana you need will seep into your body just by breathing. So, there is no need to separately try to absorb mana. Not yet.”

At that time, the mana of Jarrodin that had been circling in his body disappeared. Ronan controlled his mana by inhaling and exhaling, as he had learned from him. Suah- Ronan, who felt the mana flowing through his veins again, widened his eyes.

“This is Mana…”

It was shocking. It was said that the mana was weak enough to be compared to the spit of an ant, but it was not important. In any case, from now on, he was able to handle and feel mana.

It was then that Ronan realized why Secret was admiring him. Jardordin had developed a mana technique that was optimized for him in that short time. Ronan said with a smirk.

“Thank you, Professor. really.”

“done. I guess that’s all for today…”

Jarrodin looked at his trembling hands. After washing his face dry, he opened his mouth to face Ronan.

“Then, I kept my promise, so you too.”

“promise?”

“Your ring. The disenchantment will be over soon, so come on…”

“professor!”

dump. Jarrodin was speechless and collapsed. Adeshan’s quick grasp on it prevented her head from hitting the floor. Ronan got up hastily and shook Jarrodin’s shoulder and shouted.

“Damn it, calm down!”

“The ring . . . the ring . . .”

A muttered murmur flowed from Jarrodin’s droopy mouth. Ronan said in a bewildered voice.

“No, really, why? I give it.”

“ring···.”

“Secret, why is this person suddenly doing this? Is it because of the curse again?”

“It is exhaustion and temporary impulsive disorder due to the aftereffects of Haeju. I wondered how long it would last, but in the end it will be like this.”

“What, then, you knew you were going to fall, but you didn’t stop it?”

“okay. I’m not the friend you’ll hear me talk to.”

Jarrodin was still ringing the ring in a mosquito-like voice. He even felt a kind of madness in his appearance, repeating the same words without focus. Secret opened his mouth, stroking his soft chin.

“Is the ring something necessary for his friend’s research?”

“yes. How did you know?”

“is it. I guess you haven’t given up yet…”

“Are you ill? It’s a little weird when you say things like this, but I think it’s a little bit of money.”

“Everything is there. I wasn’t that kind of friend.”

Sacred’s eyes, looking at Jordin, were filled with deep regret. After being silent for a moment, he let out a deep sigh.

“…I can’t leave it alone for now, so take me to the infirmary and come. Let’s talk about the rest of the story next time.”

“It must be so.”

Ronan picked up Jordin. They followed the hallway they had come from and returned to Jarrodin’s office. When he turned his head, the passage to Separaccio had disappeared. Adeshan said.

“The nearest health room is in the Rexion Hall. Come on.”

“Fortunately, it’s not that far.”

Ronan nodded. The latches were still loose. It was just the moment he put his hand on the doorknob.

Jarodin, who had suddenly passed out, raised his right arm. Iron rattle! Seven latches were latched at the same time, closing the doorway. The two of them stepped back in shock.

“Hey, that’s a surprise. What are you doing all of a sudden?”

“It’s not long before I… I’ll definitely see you again…”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Longevity race…I found a clue…I’ll never let you go…Dear…”

Jarrodin was muttering something. Unlike a while ago, when he was only obsessed with the ring, the main content consisted of nonsense that seemed to spit out the thoughts that popped into his head. He looked like he was very drunk.

‘Is this also some kind of impulse disorder?’

Somehow it seemed to be getting worse. Ronan regained his composure and carefully released the first latch. Jarrodin raised his arm again.

iron scoop! Ronan spat out a swear word at the sight of the clasp being firmly filled again.

“Hey, what are we going to do now?”

“The ring….”

“I’ll be back, really. Senior, how do you make me faint?”

“Damn, faint?”

“Even if you do, you should be put in the health room. You’re not crazy.”

“It is, but…”

Adeshan looked at Jarodin’s complexion. The pale eyes were still swaying without focus. He muttered like a child in a hurry, who had been muttering nonsense.

“I want to go back.”

“yes?”

Sensing the flow of mana, Ronan turned his head. At that moment, the empty office floor began to move.

The stone tiles that were randomly receding, interleaved, and descended eventually created a spiral staircase leading to the lower floor. Ronan and Adeshan stared at the strange sight, frozen in place.

“···What is this?”

“···I do not know either.”

They went up the stairs. An indescribable smell was creeping up from the downstairs, covered in darkness and invisible. The fishy smell of books, ink, metal, and even the scent of an unknown flower… Jarrodin’s mouth, which was carried by Ronan, opened softly.

“Go down….”

“What, are you crazy?”

“Go down. Roses are more suitable for you than tulips.”

“Fuck.”

Ronan narrowed his brow. He didn’t seem to have come back to his senses yet. Jarudine kept repeating the words to go down. Eventually, Ronan gave up and stepped up the stairs.

“Are you okay…?”

“It must be something special.”

Ronan started going down the stone steps. Hesitant Adeshan followed him.

I was walking in the dark where I couldn’t see before, and the surroundings suddenly became brighter. Seeing the candlestick in Adeshan’s hand, Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.

“Where else did that come from?”

“I just brought what was on my desk.”

“It’s prepared like a general.”

The shadows created by the candles were dancing on the stairs. They soon reached the bottom floor. There was an incomparably spacious space that was incomparable to the office space. Ronan muttered as if he had no clue.

“Somehow, I said it was narrower than what I saw from the outside…”

“I didn’t even know.”

“By the way, what is all this? book?”

The two of them came down the stairs and suddenly realized that the floor was covered with books. The scenery with various books scattered like corpses and mounds everywhere looked like a tomb of books. Adeshan, who stumbled, stumbled.

“Hey!”

“Careful. Will you catch me?”

“Yes···?”

Ronan held out Jarrodin with his left hand and held out his right hand. Adeshan hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hand. The two walked into the tomb of the book. Ronan, who suddenly raised his index finger, pointed to the middle of the darkness and said.

“Can’t you smell the flowers over there?”

“Come to think of it···.”

It was as Ronan said. A thick floral scent that could tell the direction was emanating from the darkness. They were walking along the road of smell. Jarrodin, who had been silent for a while, whispered softly.

“honey.”

At that moment, my eyes brightened. Ronan and Adeshan raised their heads at the same time. Light was coming out of a huge, transparent glass tube. The two eyes widened.

“Woman?”

“Hey, this is…!”

Strength entered the hand that held it. Inside a glass tube filled with clear liquid, a naked woman stood with her eyes closed.

“Is it dead…?”

she was a beautiful woman Her light brown hair was fluttering like weeds. The air bubbles generated when breathing did not rise from the corner of her mouth, with both hands on her chest.

“Nimi…what the hell is this…”

Roses were piled up in front of the glass coffin. Most of them were wilted or withered, but the flowers on top were as fresh as they were brought today.

About two steps away, there was a worn-out bed, desk, and chair. Suddenly, Ronan’s gaze reached the book spread out on the desk.

A book thick enough to be used as a pillow was done at sunset, and even the act of turning the next page had to be prepared and tried. Ronan carefully picked up the book.

On the cover, which had come off halfway, the words that were supposed to be the titles were written in large letters. Ronan read it along slowly.

“About the Resurrection…?”