The course of study at the academy is the same for men and women. It’s just that the weight of each subject is different due to social customs.
On the other side of the sandy beach where the male students are having classes. Under the shade of a beautiful oak tree, new female students were having a swordsmanship class.
The dark-skinned female teacher could sense the determined will of the female students in their expressions.
‘I’d rather die than burn my skin.’
There were not many who claimed to be in sparring. In a situation where 80% of the students insisted that they had a stomach ache anyway, it was difficult for the soft-hearted teacher in charge to conduct a coercive class.
However, only one person.
Only this blonde-haired girl had a special look in her eyes.
“Please try again.”
“good night. Let’s try.”
Adrinne held her sword parallel to eye level.
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Not all wooden swords have the same shape.
What she is holding is a wooden model sword made in the shape of a rapier.
She took a short breath and dashed at the swordsman.
Shih, just-
The bodies of the two women passed each other like mirrors. The only difference is that the female teacher’s sword struck Adrine’s waist.
Of course, it wasn’t that he swung to break his back.
What Adrine was hit with was the side of the sword. Soon after, the female teacher turned around and nodded her head in satisfaction.
“I was trying to cover up. It was a good try.”
“You failed.”
“You are still young. There are plenty of opportunities to grow. It might work next time.”
Adrine laughed bitterly.
There is no second time in life. Even though she had a strong guardian knight named Hoan, she always had troubles.
It was the reason she was obsessed with self-defense.
“Excuse me one more time.”
“Excuse me. It is not rude for a student to try to learn from a teacher.”
“no. The question I am going to ask from now on is rude.”
The female teacher tilted her head and said.
“so.”
“Does Mr. Bastia only teach boys?”
This time, the girl’s wry smile moved onto the female teacher.
Olenu Bastia.
He was the one who made a name for himself in the Empire as the ‘Spring Gladiator’.
The mistress understood why the girl used the expression ‘excuse me’.
“You wanted to learn from him.”
“I won’t lie. I believe that those who have peaked in a field learn by their very existence.”
The female teacher said while rubbing her short-cropped hair.
“Certainly he is a good prosecutor. But I don’t think he’ll make a good swordsmanship teacher for you.”
Adrine tilted her head.
A good swordsman can’t be a good swordsman?
“Are the two very different?”
“Well… .”
“Are you the type who can’t explain well?”
“Rather… Should I say it’s a matter of character… .”
“… You seem to be treating the students badly.”
“It’s the other way around.”
Mistress Yuli had no camaraderie with Bastia. she told the truth.
“He tried to flirt with female students throughout class and was banned from female students.”
“Ahh… .”
Adrine did not miss the ‘field’ that Yuli subtly emphasized.
‘Is that the only reason I can’t take his class… .’
Throughout her life, she often felt disillusioned with the nature of men. It was a moment to reaffirm this.
***
Even in novels and movies, the importance of the beginning is needless to say. Because it allows the reader or audience to decide the degree of immersion in the story.
Same goes for games.
Miri and I were acutely aware of its importance.
Excluding optional events like [Academy’s Problem Child], this event [Bastia’s Hazing Ceremony] was the first action to appear.
So that part was processed with full animation.
I thought of the only animation scene in the game. The scene where the student of the academy, ‘Sabaki’, receives Bastia’s sword.
And I’m the one who drew the animation myself.
The key frames of the animation were drawn after my own research on swordsmanship. They were really frames that were drawn after many trials and errors, and they remained vivid in my memory.
‘I’m copying that motion to my body.’
I replay the animation sequences Sabaki took in my head.
The first sword attack was a large horizontal slash coming back.
Sabaki tilts the knife, catches it, and runs it away… .
thump-
The second is a downward strike that rises and then falls.
Lean down, roll back, and then… .
swish-
The last one is a middle stab that extends aiming at the abdomen.
Turn your back wide so that the wooden sword passes in front of your belly.
shhh-
The situation proceeded according to the animation.
I was Johan, not Savaki.
“Huh?”
The children’s eyes widened. The swordsman’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
His wooden sword passed in front of my boat and stopped.
My first aptitude revealed by the blood plate method, [replication].
And the aptitude for [replication] includes the talent of reproducing knowledge already known.
Also, this was the correct answer.
Because he reproduced Sabaki’s movements similarly, he received Bastia’s attack and avoided it again.
In the end, I almost avoided it by a piece of paper, but I pretended to be calm.
“I haven’t told you my wish yet.”
“Uh, uh, ma, ma… .”
Sighs erupted from students who had already been badly beaten.
“… Eh, you blocked and avoided it!?”
I could understand their excitement.
The swordsmanship teacher responsible for the ‘swordsmanship’ of the students of the Imperial Academy.
Without exaggeration, he is the best single-man fighting force in the academy.
In a sword showdown, telling them where to attack couldn’t be a simple penalty. In terms of gambling, this is like playing poker with your hand open.
I am fully aware of the skill of the swordsmanship teacher in this worldview.
“He’s a basic guy.”
Get his gaze straight and reposition yourself. don’t waste time
Sabaki’s animation is to unleash [Ghost Sword] after blocking the first 12 go.
However, replicating Sabaki [Ghost Sword] right now is unreasonable.
I couldn’t raise the danteon to contain that much energy. This is the beginning of the scenario.
“Okay, let’s go again!”
The swordsmanship teacher approached again. I remembered another aptitude given to me and prepared for the swordsman’s sword attack.
Bastia’s sword attack became more brutal.
“head! head! head!”
Ta- Da- Da-
The children were the first to admire my defense. The teacher’s sword slipped down the slope of the sword.
“I blocked you again!”
The swordsmanship teacher’s lips parted slightly.
“Look at him?”
Bastia seemed surprised inside. To my sword, as if it were piercing through his sword. and the subsequent defense.
He couldn’t overcome his curiosity.
“What did you say your name was?”
“You should have listened carefully when I spoke.”
“… great. Beat it up and listen. Neck, chest, instep!”
It was a coordinated attack with great up and down fluctuations. After blocking the second round, I jumped backwards regardless of face. If I hadn’t, I would have been kicked in the foot.
The swordsman’s teacher clicked his tongue.
“You’re like a frog. Are you going to defend yourself?”
“That’s not fair.”
Bastia seemed to guess the dissatisfaction that a kid tall enough to reach her own chest would have.
“Are you embarrassed that your arms are short? Eat some more mother’s milk and go back to school.”
“Not that.”
“then?”
I took a deep breath and reconfirmed Bastia’s settings.
Thirty-five years old.
A type with a sense of pride and a strong desire to win.
And I knew how to get Bastia’s attention.
I continued to speak in a slurred tone.
“Unlike the other students, I haven’t told you my wish yet.”
“under! It’s ridiculous.”
“If I win, will the wish be omitted?”
Bastia withdrew a little. He likes these cheeky kids.
“If you beat me, I will eat your shit. Are you okay?”
“What are you doing by feeding someone else something like that?”
“Do you see him? Then what do you want?”
“Listen after you lose.”
At just the right time, the wind blew from behind John.
When Bastia slightly frowned at the flying sand… .
I spurred on the sand and ran out. The animation sequence that could be [duplicated] was just about to end.
one of the students shouted.
“counterattack?!”
John’s challenge ignited the children’s vengeance. The children, whose parts were sore after being hit by the swordsmanship teacher, exclaimed excitedly.
“Go aaaa!!!”
“Pierce the stomach!”
It was as I expected.
Bastia would want to watch the cheeky student attack.
Bastia quickly appraised my move towards her.
“Compared to defense, offense is a mess. Are you aiming for the bridge?”
I answered in my own way.
“head!”
“Don’t be funny.”
Bastia stepped back, and my sword landed where his foot had been. The heavy sword sank into the soft sand… .
“Still, being an idiot doesn’t change.”
Kwak. Bastia’s foot pressed against the handle of my knife.
The sound of children’s sighs followed.
“uh?!”
“Oh no… place… .”
I couldn’t pull out the wooden sword that was buried deep in the sand.
After confirming that my wooden sword was sealed, Bastia threw away her sword at random and stretched out her empty hand.
A hand approached me and grabbed my neck.
“Ugh.”
It felt like a bone in my neck was being pulled out. My body, caught by the collar, was lifted up easily. Bastia pulled me right up to her nose.
A sigh escaped from the students who were watching.
“ah… , can’t it, after all… .”
“Fuck. How do you beat an adult?”
But I had a different standard for winning and losing.
“I have a question about the rules.”
“Rules? … The weight class doesn’t match.”
“Not that.”
“What.”
“Is it against the law to use twin swords?”
“Puhahahaha-hap!”
Bastia laughed heartily.
Following his laughter, my body, which was grabbed by the collar, also swayed.
“Of course it’s not a foul. why? Do you think you’ll win if you grab two knives and attack again?”
“no.”
“Then why are you asking?”
“I think I won this game.”
Swoop.
I took out what I had hidden in my sleeve. As if it were a trump card hidden by Tazza.
It was a broken wooden sword.
The sword that Evangeles broke while attacking Bastia’s sword.
Took-.
I touched the sword master’s heart with the broken tip.
“Did you ask for my name again?”
In the midst of the quiet audience, I spoke clearly.
“My name is John. I am the youngest of the Espertz family.”
Bastia looked for a moment at the knife fragment that touched her chest.
“Do you see this cute guy?”
“It happens often in gladiator competitions, doesn’t it? The one who comes with a dagger hidden in the armor or shin.”
The way to hold a long sword and the way to hold a dagger are subtly different. Of course, I’m holding the knife in the same way as holding a dagger.
“Since the wooden sword is copying the real sword, does this mean that it is copying the dagger?”
I shrugged. After a while, Bastia put me down with a laugh and said,
“Today’s class ends here. John. Please follow me.”
I nodded.
Walking with him to the restaurant, I quickly gathered my thoughts.
one wish.
However, two problems had to be addressed.
One is a runaway slave staying in his room.
Long tails get trampled on, and you can’t keep hiding something that makes one stay in a dorm room forever.
If I don’t properly solve the problem of her whereabouts, I will one day be involved in a murder case.
And the remaining one is about the whereabouts of the main character who disappeared for no reason.
Right now, the key character of the [First March] event that will start soon, the whereabouts of Sabaki the Sword Demon.
Without him, it is impossible to enter the true ending route itself.