Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 75

75 – Midterm Exam (6)

I didn’t go around saying it proudly.

Tsumei was quite proud of the doll she made.

No creator would say this, but the performance of the acceleration doll she created was even more so because it was beyond her capabilities.

It was also clear that she would be of great help to the students.

Kwakwang! Quagwagwagwang!!

And now, the acceleration doll had lost a total of three of her six arms attached to her body.

Cow!

Oh, I just lost my fourth arm.

“… ….”

Tsumei was silent.

She was just silent.

I didn’t want to open her mouth. If I opened it, I felt like my breath would jump out without my knowledge due to the anger rising at that moment.

And we will burn Dante. It will be reduced to ashes.

To be honest, she was Tsumei who still harbored such desires deep down.

‘…… Let’s be patient.’

She was such a good educator and master of character (at least she thought so herself) that she could avoid doing anything that would melt her students down to a bone.

She just shed tears inside.

The acceleration doll was dying in real time.

Quarrr!

There is probably no creator who remains unscathed even after seeing a masterpiece created decades ago being struck by lightning, cut by a sword, or scorched by heat.

Tsumei thought. She believes that the reason she is not pulling Dante down right now is because her last remaining consciousness as an educator is holding on to the strings of her reason.

Actually, that wasn’t wrong.

“…… What are you doing…….”

With a deep sigh, she sank down into her seat and clutched her head.

The blue eyes darkened and reflected Dante’s image.

…… If only the silver-haired boy had erased his usual playful expression and was showing a serious side that I had only seen a few times.

Tsumei would have grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the floor without hesitating even for a moment.

And he must have been passionate about it. Because the puppet’s grudge is deep.

“… ….”

But to put it another way, the current Dante is so steady that even Tsumei, who is so angry, cannot mess with him carelessly.

“Ha, indeed.”

Tsumei forgot about her boiling emotions and just stared blankly at Dante.

She captured that sword, that thunderbolt, and that movement in her field of vision without losing sight of it at all.

What is it?

What made that guy so serious?

Anyway, this is a guy who always shows a lighthearted attitude and attitude, as if thorns grow out of his mouth if he doesn’t say something arrogant.

Although it was a little different from the desperate feeling I felt when we met in the basement, there was still quite a bit of depth in her eyes.

Obviously he was hoping for something.

‘That guy… ….’

Also, what I immediately noticed was a change. Tsumei soon realized this naturally.

Dante was now changing his fighting style.

Clear yet effective.

Intuitive yet powerful.

The Dante that Tsumei had seen so far did not seem to be able to fully utilize his abilities. I’m not sure, but it’s almost certain.

I felt sorry for not being able to give advice because I was not well versed in this skill…….

‘So you’re saying you found your way on your own?’

Tsumei’s mouth was tightly shut.

The gaze was still focused on Dante…….

Tsumei didn’t know that. What she didn’t know was that at that moment, she smiled proudly without even realizing it.

Watching an outstanding student find his way was, after all, enjoyable, she just thought.

Pajik, Pajijik… ….

Of course.

That unconscious pride didn’t last long, though.

Quarrr! … !!

──Lightning struck.

Soon Tsumei blinked her eyes.

“Huh?”

And she soon corrected her thoughts. It wasn’t lightning.

I thought it would be more accurate to describe it purely as a thunderstorm rather than a thunderbolt.

It is engraved in a straight line. Where?

On the sword.

Her niece, a girl who is currently trapped inside a sword and living as an ego weapon. In the past, it was called Tam’s Demon Sword, but now its origin has also changed.

Flügel’s magic sword.

If I had to name it, I could talk about it that way, but-.

Actually, even that was good no matter what.

At least that’s not what’s important right now.

Pageable…… !!!

The brain energy is swirling. The place where they gathered was the magic sword, precisely the center of the blade.

The straight and straight blade has already completely assimilated the brain blade.

All the lightning flowing out of Dante’s body flows into there.

And that wasn’t everything.

…… Brain energy that cannot be fully controlled due to immature control ability extends outward and soon dissipates. This means that it was originally meant to be dispersed that way.

But what about now?

The naturally occurring waste of energy that was bound to be dispersed was now being absorbed into the sword as is.

It sweeps away even the small amount of current flowing in the atmosphere, even drawing it in as a power source.

Tsumei blurted out her words with a pale complexion.

“Crazy.”

A force field is already being created there.

Patchot, Tsuzusut… ….

Based on the blade, a line of current is formed at the end of each blade.

And there was no error whatsoever in the appearance of such a pair of magnetic force lines.

It is a straight straight line. As it was only the length of the blade, it was not very flashy, but if you knew the power contained within it, you wouldn’t dare say that.

But.

It was at best a track.

It means that it is not the main body.

The ‘real’ power gathered by the sword was located in the shape of a bullet between the two tracks.

“… ….”

Tsu Mei frowned without realizing it.

At the same time, she felt embarrassed.

Are you nervous?

Or did you feel intimidated?

It went either way. The only important thing to consider is that the lightning strike being prepared now will be truly dangerous.

Mana flickered from Tsumei’s fingertips.

The blue energy was gradually transformed by the dragon’s magic, and soon a strange type of mana mixed with red and gold was completed.

Tsumei tore up the space with a frowning expression.

Wow!

That is-.

I had to stop it.

Why does the brain plane take the shape of a track, and why does the force field between them keep accelerating the bullet? I don’t know the exact reason at all.

It was not difficult at all to imagine the tremendous destructive power that such a spear of electric current would create.

Whoop!

Tsumei appeared right in front of Dante through the space that had been forcibly opened.

“Oh.”

Dante must have been embarrassed, but for a moment he made a stupid sound and lost control of his energy.

“What kind of ‘eot’ is ‘eot’?”

Tsumei just grabbed Flügel tightly with a seething heart.

Quaak!

The disconnected space swirling within the slender grasp was infinitely more powerful.

Of course, since it is her specialty.

Quad deuk, quade deuk!

The disconnected space and Dante’s brain energy collided. The noise was quite intense, but the final winner was actually decided.

Woah!

The bullet of Noiki, which was sure to be released soon, naturally died out in Tsumei’s disconnected space.

Although she heard a loud ‘kugung’ sound once, it had no effect on her auditorium.

Eventually, Tsumei clenched her fists, shaking away the disconnected space she had created on her palms.

“…… Are you taking the midterm exam alone?”

She opened her mouth, her mouth flinched briefly and her eyes began to roll.

A cold yet overheated, truly contradictory voice escaped from Tsumei’s lips.

“I have to at least leave the shape so I won’t have to repair it or anything…” … !”

She glared at Dante as if she was going to eat him, and Tsumei tried to say something more, but held it back and screamed one last time.

“The exam is over! “Don’t do anything else and go back to class right away!”

“Yes, yes?”

Dante was hesitant for a moment, but Tsumei was stubborn. She started counting with the movements of her mouth, and Dante, not wanting to see the end of the countdown, quickly left her auditorium.

Tsumei, who was staring at Dante’s back for a moment, soon let out a deep sigh.

“…… Ha.”

Then, she carefully unfolds her right hand, which was hidden behind her back so as not to look unnatural.

What was engraved in Tsumei’s vision was none other than a laceration.

No matter how polymorph it is, a dragon is still a dragon. It’s a body that doesn’t even get a scratch from most damage.

At this moment, her scales were clearly damaged, putting the severity of it to shame.

Even though her disconnected space was wrapped around her hands.

Of course, it will start playing soon…….

Actually, that wasn’t the real problem.

“It’s going to turn.”

Narrowing her brows, Tsumei looked once again in the direction Dante had left.

And I think.

…… That guy, it seems like her output has been adjusted to some extent.