65 – The Wise One
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The Wise One
“It’s too bad.”
Tolavin, who easily won the first round against his junior, reaps the sword that was aimed at Philia with a bitter smile uncharacteristic of a winner.
Philia, who was sitting on her floor, apologized as she stood up holding his hand.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it because of training.”
“It’s okay. It’s good that I was able to go up comfortably.”
Before Philia fought him, she told her about her situation in advance.
Because of training, I have to fight with swordsmanship that I’m not familiar with yet. Even if I show a clumsy appearance, it’s not because I look down on my seniors, so please understand.
Tolavin, who was unable to say anything to a junior who cared about the other person’s feelings even though he was put in a disadvantageous position, prayed for her luck and came down from the stage.
Philia also descends to the other side of her and recounts her battle.
I don’t know if all advanced swordsmanships that I haven’t learned until now are like this, but the swordsman Selma taught me was very difficult.
Until now, she fought by simply strengthening her body, but Selma’s swordsmanship uses body strengthening techniques for each and every one of her actions. She didn’t ask Rai to learn how to handle her spells for nothing.
Her holding time is short, but she uses body enhancements that give her explosive power one after another.
It is difficult to maintain the body balance between when using reinforcement and when not using it, and the casting timing keeps slipping because I am not used to it.
In a situation where even a moment’s mistake could cost her life, such a mistake was tantamount to asking her opponent to kill me.
Still, I saw the way while competing with Tolavin.
She was completely different from sparring during training or lectures.
It wasn’t just that he didn’t risk his life, but he was doing his best to win the opponent, and he was slowly getting a sense of how to use the sword as everything, such as the atmosphere and concentration of battle, was put in a different situation.
Philia, seeing her empty hands, her empty hands, gave her strength and returned to her waiting room, holding her tightly.
The martial arts competition is not over yet. She had to prepare to advance to the next round.
Martial arts competitions are operated in a tournament style, but there are rules for losers.
One-on-one matches split the winner and the loser in half in one round. So I can’t really rate her skills.
The first-round loser’s group will play each other again and split in half again, and the winners will play against the second-round loser’s group.
If you win there, you advance to the 3rd round, and even if you lose in the 3rd round, the losers will again stick together with the loser’s group in the 4th round, and if you win, you will advance to the 5th round.
So there are academy students who persistently catch up by repeating defeat and victory and go up to the round of 128 without a loser’s match, and there are also cases where they have a rematch with an academy student they have once faced.
In the end, if you want to continue the martial arts competition, you just have to win the next match.
If you lose here, the ranks are determined by ranking the lower ranks, but it is just a league of dropouts that has nothing to do with the martial arts competition.
Thanks to the unique rules of the Martial Arts Tournament, the number of matches is greater than that of regular tournaments, and matches are held several times a day.
Tolavindo is also preparing for the second round, and Philia also took a break in preparation for the first round loser match.
As Selma’s body is resting but seems to have found a way, someone approaches Philia.
“I finally got my grudge back.”
At the word resentment, Philia quietly raises her head. In front of her was Gilbard.
Gilbard, who was in the same marching training group as her during her first semester and was executed by her, smiles and looks down at her Philia.
“Did you go to the academy yet?”
“Of course I go there! Who else would be suitable for Legandia if not this body?!”
“I thought you left embarrassing after being executed. You move around unnoticed.”
Philia laughs at him.
Just as she said, right after he was dishonored for being executed in training, Gilbard avoided people’s eyes and went to the academy.
He always boasted about his absurd achievements in front of people or stepped forward.
Gilbard had a smile full of ridicule and an angry face, but he held back his anger as he noticed the staff in the waiting room.
“It’s still like watching others like a rat.”
“……”
He provokes him once again, but Gilbard holds back his feelings.
“You pretend to be nice in front of other people, but you show your dirty insides well.”
“No. I only treat enough people as they deserve. Whatever I say, I am kind to most people. You are worth less to me than a drunken tramp. When I see them, I feel worried, but when I see you, I can only think of disgust.”
Gilbard’s expression frowns when he sees Philia speaking with her friendly smile.
I feel like I’m about to draw my sword, but I just shake my body and don’t move.
The trembling disappears soon as if he has calmed down, and a sharp sense of life remains.
“You’re weak? You said you were taking private lessons from Instructor Rai, but are you taking something other than a sword? How can you become so weak?”
Even at Gilbard’s words, Philia looks at him without losing her smile.
“I can avenge my grudge anyway, so it doesn’t matter. I’ll piss you off in front of people.”
It seems that the next opponent is Gilbard.
Philia, immersed in her thoughts and unaware of the draw, leaves a message of thanks to Gilbard for kindly informing her.
“Ah, so you’re saying you’re in the loser group too? Your skills are worth it.”
“I was matched with a 3rd grader! It’s different from you, who was matched with a weakling!”
Gilbard, who had shouted loudly, shut his mouth as the eyes of the people in the waiting room focused.
In the waiting room where only the first round dropouts gathered, there are also second-year students, although there are fewer of them. It’s true that Tolabin is weak, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t stand the cheeky first yearr cursing his grader.
Gibbard, unable to open his mouth at the sophomores staring at him coldly, clicks his tongue and goes back to his seat.
He’s pretending to be okay, but he looks nervous.
Philia lets out a small sigh and thinks about what to do next match.
He has a personality problem and is not smart, but Gilbard is strong. In terms of his individual skill alone, he is at least upper middle.
I could win with the old sword, but with Selma’s swordsmanship now, I probably won’t be able to compete with her.
If the timing isn’t right while using explosive body enhancement, Gilbard won’t miss the opportunity.
But Philia, who didn’t want to lose to Gilbard, spent her time picturing the battle with him in her mind.
“You didn’t manage to escape.”
“……”
She goes on stage, and Philia ignores Gill Bard’s words and turns her attention to Cesset and Rai in the audience.
Philia smiles put-together when she catches sight of the three-set cheering her on.
Seeing her ignoring her and doing other things, Gilbard gritted her teeth and vowed to see her.
As soon as the match begins, Gibbard rushes in and swings her sword vigorously, and Philia backs away from her elongation, trying not to cross her sword with him.
“How dare you execute me with that kind of skill? How dare you! You!!”
Guilbard continues his onslaught, shouting loudly to see if there are still remnants of the execution.
Although it was his fault during training, the aftermath was too great.
For academy graduates, grades are important, but as Layla said at the time, what was written on the register was also important.
There were cases in which applications were rejected with only one line written in the register, and there were cases in which applicants were invited first even if grades were bad.
Moreover, the contents written in Gilbard’s record book are executions during training, which is unprecedented in any academy.
Because it was training, most of them could easily pass, but he was executed.
What the hell do I have to do to make this happen?
It was clear that the person in charge would have doubts about Gilbard just for this information written in the register.
In the end, Gilbard was talking about his career going haywire since his freshman year.
He couldn’t think of what he had done, and to relieve his anger, Gibbard pressed Philia hard.
Every time he swung her sword, Philia backed away powerlessly, and small wounds gradually accumulated on her body.
Even if it’s a practice sword, if you swing it like this, you’ll get a lot of shock.
Normally, such a fierce battle does not take place unless the skills are completely at odds.
While the employee watching next to her is contemplating whether to dry herself in the overheating atmosphere, Philia seizes the opportunity and quickly stabs her sword.
Philia puts her foot out and digs into her floor.
With her strong advance, her sword, stabbed by Philia, passed through Gilbard’s defense and aimed at her head.
There is a scar on Gilbard’s cheek, who hastily avoided it by snapping his head, but he doesn’t care and swings his sword hard sideways.
“Down!”
Gilbard’s sword swung toward her empty side, and Philia couldn’t retrieve her sword, so she left it as it was and rolled her to the ground to avoid it.
Dusty, she moves away and repositions herself, but Gilbard remains motionless, smiling across her face.
“Is that all? Did you mess around with your skills like this?”
“……”
Philia ignores him again and looks at her seat.
I see three three worried. She also sees Rai next to her, but she ignores her because she doesn’t want to look like a human being.
Infuriated by the act of averting his gaze during the battle, Gilbard swings his sword, and she keeps stepping back to avoid it.
As if she had no intention of fighting, Filia easily avoided her by standing behind her. She moved around her stage avoiding Gill Bard, who kept running into her, and confronted him with the sword she had dropped earlier.
After several battles, she couldn’t overcome Gilbard’s sword, which she swung strongly, and Philia bounced behind her, and then she regained her stance.
The confrontation between Gilbard, who seems to win, and Philia, who does not seem to lose, continues.
The match has already ended in other places, but because of Philia, she is relentless.
Because the match against the loser’s match in the second round can start only after the first round loser’s match, the academy students who have already finished the match gather to watch the match.
As time goes by and the number of spectators increases, Gilbard smiles.
“How does it feel to lose in front of a lot of people?”
“……”
Filia, who looks exhausted, doesn’t answer and silently tilts her sword, warying Gilbard.
“I’m kind of glad. Now I can tell you who the rat is. Try your best like a cornered rat. The more you do, the greater my joy.”
“Do you know what your pit is?”
Philia, who hadn’t answered until now, opened her mouth.
She said that she had lost before Gilbard, who frowned at her words, spoke first before answering.
“You like to show off, so you showed off your sword skills too much.”
“So?”
Gilbard wants people to keep looking at him.
So she would exaggerate what she had experienced and show off her swordsmanship. This is a fact that Gilbard himself is well aware of.
“Your attack doesn’t work.”
“Ah? Are you saying it like that? It’s not even funny, really. Yes, it’s holding up well. So? Your attack works? I’m okay with that stupid attack? Ah- I scratched my cheek. “It’s great. It’s great.”
Even when Gilbard teased her, Filia didn’t answer and looked at him.
Gilbard, who briefly faced the strong eyes that did not lose their light, ran out and the battle continued again.
“Hmm~”
The academy students watch with excitement at the fiercer competition than anywhere else, but Lai yawns and lies down in the empty seat next to him, probably bored.
“Wake me up when that’s over.”
“What are you doing now? Raicang. The disciple of Raicang is in the middle of a match, but the master falls asleep?”
“You’re not my disciple. And begging for that will last a long time.”
Unable to understand Rai’s words, Sessett tilts her head, and Rin responds with her kind smile.
“Philia is watching a long game.”
“A long war?”
“Yes, with my current skill level, I’m sure I’ll be attacked prematurely, so I’m concentrating on defense.”
Those three who don’t know that much know it.
From the beginning, Philia didn’t even attack properly, she was only evading and defending.
Her only attack was a stab. She attacked hard enough to crush the floor, but unfortunately Gilbard avoided it and Filia barely escaped her counterattack.
This was all three three had seen.
“I met a good opponent, if I should say that Philia was lucky.”
“Even if I say it backwards, I don’t know because I don’t have knowledge. Rin, do you like it when I say it around the corner when I’m explaining magic?”
As she continues to say things she doesn’t understand, she gets pouty and puffs out her cheeks. Lynn apologizes with a smile.
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“Sorry, lady. It’s literally a long game. Filia-nim intends to hold out until Gilbard runs out of health.”
“Philia is the best when it comes to stamina. Anyway, does Philia win?”
“You have to go all the way to know that.”
I didn’t rush to talk about the result, but Lyn wasn’t worried as if she was predicting her Philia’s victory.
As she said, Philia was aiming for her long-term battle.
She checked all the conditions given to her and came up with the strategy with the highest winning rate.
She says she’s clumsy with her swordsmanship, but unlike her attack, her defense isn’t as difficult.
Attacks can be counterattacked, so spells that are difficult to match the timing hold on your ankles, but for defense you just have to look at the opponent and move.
Moreover, her defense method has many similar basics for each swordsmanship, so there is no awkwardness.
So Philia tried to fight with her defense alone.
Fortunately, she was a Gibbard who had a grudge against her, so if she continues to provoke her, she will follow suit.
The reason why she ignored his words and continued to look at the audience was to induce excitement, and even the one-time but strong attack was all to make him continue to attack.
It’s not expected, but the match ended earlier in a different place, and the crowd gathered, and the attack became more and more fierce due to Gilbard’s boastful personality.
“Oh, I don’t know if he’s naive or smart.”
“Because you know the weight of your promise and keep it, your convictions are strong and wise.”
“They usually package stupid kids like that.”
Lay, who is not happy with Sesset’s praise, turns over and goes to sleep.
After a long battle, Philia unleashes her stance with her mangled body.
“Is that all? Did she mess around with her skills like this?”
“……”
Filia repeats Gilbard’s words exactly. This time, Gilbard didn’t say anything.
The first time I felt a sign of something strange was when I lost my leg while attacking and tripped. At the same time, she felt her heart sink.
At the same time, Philia, who had been only defending himself, suddenly launched an onslaught and pressed him, and the cheers of the onlookers were heard.
Unable to embarrass himself in front of people, Gilbard gritted his teeth, cut off her sword, and switched the offensive.
An onslaught unfolds again, and Philia barely endures Gilbard’s attack.
She attacked again and again, thinking that she only needed a little more, but Philia held out until the end, and in the end, she was the only one who stood properly on her stage.
Gilbard, who is breathing heavily due to her lack of mana, glares at Philia who arrogantly looks down.
I try to stand up, but my legs, which have been holding up with body strengthening until now, do not listen.
Philia, who was looking down at her, smiled and went back behind her.
The winner has already been decided.
Filia, the winner of the mess, and Gilbard, the unscathed loser.
Her staff, who received her attention from her philia, said that she was her winner, and her match was over. It was an exciting match, but her academy students, who had been bored with her for too long, got up and left one by one. .