Academy’s Genius Swordsman

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Nabirose’s eyes widened. She continued, calming her emotions with a deep breath.

“Tell me everything that happened with that old man. without missing anything.”

The eyes were cold. It seemed to have something to do with Jaifa. There was nothing I couldn’t do, but it wasn’t something I could talk about on the street. After thinking for a while, Ronan opened his mouth.

“It’s a bit difficult to talk about here, but we’re talking about it at my house.”

“Didn’t I say it was quite far from my hometown?”

“yes. I moved in today. I almost became a refugee from the first day because of someone.”

“Hmmm.”

Nabirose coughed in vain. He seemed to have a conscience on the subject that parted the clouds. Ronan guided the two women to their new home. Adeshan, who had suddenly followed suit, hesitated and asked.

“Hey, can I really go?”

“Absolutely. Seniors deserve to hear it too.”

It was the story of Zaifa and no one else. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. They got home in less than three minutes. The car had just opened the front door and entered. Iril wearing an apron came out to meet me.

“Oh, here you are, Ronan! Did you bring guests?”

“ok. I’ll use the basement for a minute. Those children?”

“Asher has just left to find you, and Schlieffen is still eating. Shall I call you?”

“···done. Eat a lot, yes.”

Ronan shook his head as if fed up. Perhaps he was going to eat until the pot is empty or his stomach bursts and he dies. Adeshan, seeing Iril, took a breath.

“···Wow.”

I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life. Ophelia, whom I had seen before, was also a very beautiful woman, but she did not dare to compare it.

Being unnecessarily tall, he felt like a fir tree struck by lightning. Suddenly, a tingly feeling of uneasiness shook his head.

‘What’s the relationship between you two?’

Adeshan looked at Ronan and Iril alternately. Their hair color and appearance were too different to be a family.

no way.

A number of moments she didn’t want to imagine flashed in her mind. Iril, who suddenly saw Adeshan’s attire, clapped her hands and said:

“Ah, I guess you and my brother go to the same academy!”

“Your brother…?”

“yes. My name is Iril, Ronan’s older sister. nice to meet you!”

Adeshan’s face brightened. Realizing that she breathed a sigh of relief too loudly, she covered her mouth.

“hot···! I am Adeshan, a sophomore in the martial arts department. I wish you well.”

“It’s a butterfly rose. I am the senior instructor of the Phileon Academy’s martial arts department.”

Like Adeshan, Nabiro, who had been stunned for a while, shook hands with Iril. Hearing the word “instructor”, Iril caught her hand with her eyes shining.

“Wow, you were a teacher! How about our Ronan? Are you learning well?”

“He is a remarkable student in many ways.”

Nabi Rose made a complicated expression and twisted her lips. Ronan headed to the basement, leaving behind the insistence that he didn’t need anything to drink.

The basement, which can be used as a shelter in case of an emergency, was equipped with various security facilities. As soon as the thick iron door closed, Nabirose opened her mouth.

“Speak now. What happened to Jaifa Turgung?”

“That… this is a really absurd thing…”

Ronan explained what had happened since yesterday. That he met Jaifa while pursuing Nebula Clazier. Killing the Wyverns and preventing the bombing. Even the fact that Jaifa and her men helped her sister move. Nabi Rose opened her mouth with a serious expression.

“It was going to be a big deal. They must have been aiming for Romaira.”

“yes. The damn bastards are getting bolder.”

It was terrifying to think about it again. If a mountain road in Rome is destroyed, the damage is beyond imagination. There was a reason why the Witch of Winter, whose name was not even known to the world, became the worst criminal in the Empire at once.

“Good job. I report to the principal separately. But is that true?”

“What is it?”

“It means that Jaifa helped you with your move.”

Ronan nodded. Nabirose smiled as if it was ridiculous. It was a reaction that would have to come out when the knife he was wearing suddenly had to walk away.

“Looks like you really liked it. How could you do such a favor to a human?”

“Well, he seemed to like me.”

“Don’t warn me in advance. Don’t get too close to Jaifa. That old man is dangerous.”

“Are you going to say that?”

“okay. Maybe more than an organization called Nebula Clazier. You can tell just by looking at the fang night.”

Adeshan shrugged his shoulders at the word “fang night”. Nabirose held her hand slightly and continued speaking.

“At that time, Jaifa killed more than a thousand Imperial soldiers alone. So when they heard that he had become the emperor’s servant, everyone doubted their ears.”

“…I killed a lot.”

Ronan rubbed his chin. He, too, had heard of Zayfa to some extent. Northern Slayer. As it was originally, he was a person who should have disappeared with the dew of death sentences or be pursued by the Empire.

The Suin Alliance, led by Jaifa, occupied Barsa, the frontier white spirit, in three days. Everyone had no doubt that they would advance to the Islands.

But Jaifa made a choice that no one could have imagined. Nabirose, who had been reflecting on her memories for a moment, twisted her lips.

“The cat knew. The fact that if you go to the end, you will eventually be defeated.”

Instead of fighting to the end, Jaifa risked his own neck to negotiate with the border white spirits he had already occupied. The condition was to leave the prisoners in the north alone as they will become subordinates after defeating the military.

The emperor, who appreciated his ability and ambition, accepted the offer. As a result, the northern beasts regained their freedom and land, and the emperor was given the sharpest sword in the empire.

I wasn’t aware of this background. Ronan chuckled.

“He was a smarter kid than I thought. I thought you were only good at fighting.”

“So it’s not that dangerous. I don’t really know what you’re thinking.”

Nabirose re-emphasized that Zayfa never knows what to do when. Ronan neither affirmed nor denied her opinion. He only sighed lightly at the thought that the number of subjects to be observed increased.

‘How come it’s getting more and more work.’

Jaifa, like other powerful players, does not appear on the final battlefield. A person with such an element of anxiety should have been more careful and watched. said Nabirose.

“Go back at once. Classes are scheduled.”

“It is. I also have to write a club activity report. Can I just write everything except the story related to Nebula Clazie?”

“…Professor Baren is also pathetic. You do it yourself.”

After the conversation, the three went straight to Phileon. Illyl smiled and saw them off.

“Goodbye, both of you! Good luck Ronan, see you on the weekend!”

“I am indebted.”

“Everyone, see you next time…!”

Nabirose bowed briefly. Adeshan also bowed his back as if in dismay. It was an attitude that seemed to treat a saint somewhere.

Ronan thought it was a good idea to bring them home. It was said that there were more people to help Iril in case something happened. said Nabirose.

“By the way, did you say that you were able to express your swordsmanship?”

“yes. At least modestly.”

“Jarodine, that pathetic bastard seems to have paid for the meal. Why didn’t you come earlier?”

“Before that, I had a lot of work, so I’m tired, so I’ll go to sleep for a bit.”

“Do that. Looking at it, it doesn’t seem like a small amount.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Nabirose clicked his tongue. Ronan’s tired face was nothing to look at. Ronan, who suddenly remembered what had happened a while ago, asked a question.

“By the way, what have you two been doing since morning? It’s not even a weekend.”

“Ah, that, that…”

Suddenly, Adeshan looked into Nabirose’s eyes. Without answering, she quietly increased her pace. Seeing the vague reaction, Ronan tilted her head.

“If you don’t want to say it, you don’t have to.”

“Nope. Then it’s not fair. I have heard such precious stories too.”

This is the first time Adeshan has learned about Nebula Klajie. There is also information you do not know about Jaifa. She put her mouth to Ronan’s ear and spoke as if in a whisper.

“…I went to a nearby imperial military garrison.”

“Are you stationed? Why are you there?”

“The instructor said he had something to deliver to the executive, so he asked me to listen. In the end, I couldn’t tell you.”

“Is it very heavy?”

Adeshan smiled awkwardly and pulled out an envelope from her inner pocket. No matter how you look at it, it wasn’t something that anyone should listen to instead.

Nabirose said that she and her went around the garrison slowly for two hours because they forgot who to give the envelope to. In the meantime, Adeshan could observe the soldiers training in the morning. Adeshan asked, scratching her cheek.

“I understand?”

“yes. For sure.”

So, he was a good person. The envelope was simply an excuse, and it was supposed to give Adeshan an eye to the soldier’s dream. Nabi Rose was already walking far ahead. Ronan looked at her back and smiled.

‘It was good to come to Phileon.’

They soon crossed the school gate. Ronan, separated from the two women, went straight to the dormitory.

‘By the way, I forgot to ask what the festival of the sword is.’

These were the words of Jaifa. There was a lot of curiosity, but the most urgent thing right now was to get some sleep, not the festival of the sword or the stupid club activity report. Due to a series of incidents, he could not sleep for nearly four days.

I’ll see you tomorrow and ask. With that in mind, I opened the door and saw Lucy wiping the desk with a dishcloth. Ronan said.

“Hello Lucy.”

“Oh. You are busy these days. I haven’t seen you in a few days, but whatever…”

“Hello Lucy…”

sucks. Ronan collapsed and fell to the floor. The dishcloth fell from Lucy’s hand.

“Lo, Ronan-sama?!”

She rushed over and shook Ronan’s shoulder. But he did not open his eyes, only muttering a vulgar sleep talk. Then a snoring sound resounded. Lucy muttered as if in shock.

“What the hell…”

There appeared to be no health problems. Lucy whined and laid Ronan on the bed. She drew the curtains, put a blanket on her, took off her socks, and left the room.

****

It was noon two days later when Ronan returned to Arena 1. It wasn’t that I was really lazy, I just got up, washed and ate, and then came right away, so it was time. Ronan, who yawned loosely, muttered in an annoyed voice.

“Ahhh you don’t grow taller like this…”

However, I slept soundly and my body felt lighter. In various places, students were fighting or practicing swordsmanship. In the distance, I could see Nabirose carrying her back. As she watched the students’ posture, she opened her mouth without turning her gaze.

“Ronan. Are you finally here?”

“Yeah, you waited a long time.”

“I know. Class will start right away, so go and stand there.”

Nabirose reached out and pointed to the area lined with training scarecrows. Ronan did that. As I was waking up from my tired sleep while stretching out, she approached me.

“I have to look at my skills first. Look at the scarecrow’s sword.”

“It’s a bit far.”

Ronan frowned. The distance from the scarecrow seemed to be thirty steps.

“It’s okay if you don’t match, so shoot.”

“If so.”

Ronan concentrated his mind and swung his sword. Nettle! With the feeling of energy being drained, a crescent-shaped sword was shot forward. As expected, the scarecrow did not reach him. Seeing the sword disappearing after flying about nine steps, Nabi Rose nodded.

“Hmm. Not bad.”

“Damn, what is this? It’s not as cool as an old lady’s pee feet.”

“Sometimes People like you who don’t know the word step by step. Keep in mind that you skipped the user stage and reached the sword expert stage right away.”

Nabirose repeatedly emphasized to Ronan not to be impatient. But it couldn’t be. A day was not enough to scrape off the curse that was blocking the blood of mana.

It was a car trying to hire her to quickly teach her how to use the sword. Suddenly, what happened with Balzac at the tomb flashed through my mind.

“Oh yeah. I want to ask you, can you change the shape of the sword?”

“It’s possible. It can be done with just a little mastery of sizing.”

“No, it’s not just the size that changes, it’s just like water spray… So, it doesn’t even look like a sword.”

“Tell me more.”

Geomgi sprayed like a splash of water showed a much stronger power than general swordsmanship. Ronan used his hand gestures to describe the swordsmanship that Balzac had manifested. The fact that the blade of La Mancha suddenly turned red. Nabi Rose heard the story and shrugged her eyebrows.

“Hmm. Doron craftsman must have put a lot of effort into making your weapon.”

“What does it mean?”

“Give me the sword.”

It was a strangely excited voice. Ronan shrugged once and handed the La Mancha.

It was the moment when Nabirose lightly gripped the hilt. 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 Blood-red mana started pouring out of the blade.