Sword Master, Becomes a failed student

The Lumian, who was watching Carl Krone's stage, stumbles upon the memories of his past life.

Before defeating the Demon King's right-hand man, the High Horse, I remember speaking in front of the knights under his command.

At that time, he showed the valor of the lion, armed with rock-like hardness.

All the knights, including themselves, had the courage to show their faithfulness.

‘The power of error. ’

It's not just about loading errors into voices and ejecting them out of the body.

The user recalls and realizes the likeness of the target so it can give the target the desired feeling. This was an advanced technique only the top ranked among the Knights.

The Lumian has also often used this technique.

Rather than writing the way a knight seeks the trust of his comrades, like a knight king, he pressures his enemies. Many demons were frightened to run away, watching themselves exude the energy of a mythical giant.

‘But how can he do that without the help of an error? ’

It was absurd.

The energy surrounding Carl Kroner is not an error.

But it wasn't Manawa. If you had borrowed the power of magic, the Academy's professors wouldn't have noticed.

I did. That was Carl Kroner's great gift.

It is a mysterious energy created by a strong desire for attention.

Again, please. Modern excessive cheerleading is disrupting the competition. We would appreciate it if you would refrain from standing up, shouting and so forth.

“Gaaaahhhh!”

“Show me again, Carl Krone! ”

“Let's finish him off! ”

“Ah, I wish your hands stayed on my cheeks! ”

“Ugh · · · · · · · Ugh · · · · So good · · · · · What · · · · · · · · · · ·! ”

Despite another magical broadcast, the audience showed no sign of calming down.

Rather, even the women who were not fans of Carl Kroner began to look at him with a excited look.

Even some men look unknowingly, swallowing a click and looking at Carl Kroner's appearance.

The demented sight shakes the Lumian's head, and the facilitator shakes his head.

Maybe I should just start the race.

He looked at the two participants and asked.

“Is everyone ready? ”

“Yes.”

“Yes, yes! ”

Unlike the relaxed Carl Kroner, the opposing freshman was trembling.

The facilitator looks at him with a sad look. However, I felt that it would be difficult for me to use my skills in this one-sided cheering.

‘But I don't know what to do, Carl Kroner. ’

Carl Kroner was the best. Talent, popularity, both sides.

The idea of overcoming him would be wrong. You may feel comfortable blaming your own luck.

That was the common idea of most participants, of the general audience.

But Theoro, Boomer and Lumian were different.

And the Roman heart was the hottest of them all.

He looks at Carl Kroner with a hot glance as if the iron was falling.

And the image that he emitted, he put in his best effort to capture the atmosphere.

‘I can't fix your face. ’

Similar to what I used to think. A natural face cannot be fixed.

It was like I couldn't make an effort out of a penis that wasn't there. That's why the Lumian was deeply frustrated to see Theoro's face.

But it wasn't Carl Kroner's.

At least I can replicate it. Not as much as he is, but he's still lacking a lot, but at least the thought of getting close to him is warming his will.

‘Of course, Carl Krone's talents are overwhelming. ’

It was the same for him too.

He has skills that even the Academy's greatest swordsmanship can't keep up with. There is an overwhelming error.

I thought it was possible to mimic Carl Kroner's abilities, even though it was far below the level of my previous life.

Chaen!

Crunch!

"I lost, I lost, I lost! “

“Game over! 2nd Grade A-Class Carl Krone, Victory! ”

“Gaaaah! Take me! ”

“Carl Kroner! Carl Kroner! ”

The outcome of the match came as the Lumian ignited his will. The winner, of course, is Carl Kroner. The freshman picks up his sword and goes off the stage lonely.

However, few paid attention to him.

Most women, even men, looked at Carl Kronerman. The men muttered as they looked at him greeting the ball to the northeast, southwest, and northwest.

“Shit, that's cool. ”

“You're a handsome son of a bitch. ”

“Damn, good swordsmanship, good family, tall. What the hell is missing? ”

“I wish you were gay. ”

“Yeah, I wish I was gay. ”

“Ugh, I'm glad I'm a senior anyway. We don't have to compete with him. ”

“Yes, thank God. If I were you, I would've come down here as soon as I got onstage. ”

‘Absolutely not. ’

You hear their words in the Lumian's sensitive hearing.

He shakes his head.

Keeping an eye on Carl Kroner returning to the standby, he makes a commitment.

‘I will chase as much as I can before the finals. ’

Training is the only answer.

After finishing his thought, the Lumian closes his eyes and quietly begins to run the error.

* * *

‘It's refreshing to be noticed. ’

Carl Kroner sits down and smiles satisfactorily.

He had not stood in front of people for a while since the midterm assessment. It was tiring to be exposed all day to the obsession of fans.

But on a stage like this, it was different to get the attention of both men and women.

That was really nice.

It didn't really matter whether they were affectionate, jealous, malicious or respectful.

He was strong enough to endure it all.

He still thinks he hasn't wiped his smile.

‘4 river opponent price · · · · · · · Theoro. I hope time flies. ’

First graders were too short to cope with him.

It had to be at least Theo. The more you defeat a great opponent, the more splendid you shine.

Thinking about it, I was about to give my eyes to the next match.

On one side of the participant's waiting seat, I suddenly felt a strange energy.

“ · · · · · ·? ”

I turn my head, frowning. Looked closely at the Lumian Kalad. A guy who couldn't pass even his simple test and lost interest.

But something strange was happening in the body of that no-nothing.

"What's the mood like this? ’

I couldn't understand.

Though it feels like a stone, at some point it feels like a bamboo.

Suddenly, it turns into a moist and sinister feeling like the skin of a snake, and after a while, a sharp force like a sword erupts out.

Later, I didn't even have an image. It was just a complex energy that had never been felt before and was confusing him.

“What?”

“What is this? ”

“Lumian, what are you doing right now? ”

“I'm practicing something. Don't talk to me for a second. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The participants around him were also looking at the Lumen with a look of not knowing if they felt a sense of confusion or the English language. Given the situation, it seems that even the Lumian and his friendly boomer, Theoro, do not understand what is going on.

‘Looks like you're working hard on something. · · · · · · · Turn it off. ’

Carl Kroner turns his head as he watches the lumen for a moment longer.

The one below the boomer. There's no reason to pay attention to the target being trampled by the boomer in the 4th river.

Woohoo!

And it was the same with the Lumians. He also couldn't afford to pay any attention to Carl Kroner.

He recalls the image that suits him, and gently raises the error. And I tried to bring that image to life.

"Damn, it's hard! ’

Swords, shields, rocks, giants, beasts, night fog. Things that were meant to suppress the enemy or hide their movements, i.e. help in battle, quickly materialized.

However, the impression that women would like was not well implemented. I never thought of it that way, I never tried.

What kind of knight would attempt to create an atmosphere of roses with an error?

Which sorcerer would use his blood-like error to gain a backlight effect?

No one does that on a battlefield risking their lives for a handful of errors. No, not in training. Training is based on practice.

But the Lumians were different.

There was nothing more important to him than this.

I can do it. Let's not fret! ’

Hehe, the lumen breathed deeply and ran the error again.

I think of my own concept and the impression that best fits my image. And I pay attention to the way it flows out.

I can't be as specific as Carl Krone. He has the best interest talent of all time and has been sharpening it for a long time, realizing it early on.

Eating his product from scratch is better than thieving Sim.

‘But at least, the first step was enough! ’

Whoo-hoo!

The lumen flashes and opens its eyes.

He lowers his head and looks over his body.

A feeling of purity and youthfulness all over my body.

Gekko smiles coolly as he succeeds in creating the atmosphere he wants.

At that moment, I heard the voice of the competitor.

“Next! 2nd Grade Evan Lumian Kalad, and 1st Grade C, Jean-Claire! ”

Bloody hell, the Lumians are on their feet. He picks up the longsword from the shelf underneath the stage and slowly steps onto the stage.

Theoro and Boomer tilt their heads when they see it.

Something's not right. ’

Was that what you were doing in the bleachers?

I don't know exactly, but it certainly didn't feel bad. No, it was good.

It's a fresh energy that is somehow eye-catching, yet not too burdensome.

And the people in the audience felt the same way.

* * *

Miss Barbara Merlin, an historian who followed her friend to see the swordsmanship, looks exhausted.

At first, I watched as I didn't know how much time it would take to make my hands sweat.

But not now. Continuously standing, tense, suffocated by the heat from people around you · · · · · ·.

Middle Theoro and Karl Kronera came out and cheered them up, but now they are limited. Barbara Merlin's mind was filled with the thought of wanting to go home and wash quickly.

Suddenly, a participant slowly stepped onto the stage.

Barbara gives him a look without even knowing it.

It was because I felt a fresh smell of grass in the wind that was blowing through him.

‘No, it doesn't smell like grass. ’

I felt like I was opening a drawer with more beautiful, warm memories from my childhood.

What the hell is this? ’

Barbara turns to look at her friend. A friend was also looking at himself with a similar look.

“You said Lumian Calad, right? ”

“That's right."

“Something doesn't fit with the swordsmanship. It looks gentle.”

“I see. I'm curious. ”

They looked at the stage with livelier eyes than before.

And it wasn't just here.

The moment the attention to the lumen rose like a haze throughout the audience, the facilitator's cry rang out.

“Let the games begin! ”