I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 119

119. Desert Giant Ishmir

The woman, who was frowning at the wind blowing sand, stares intently at the ‘chunk of scrap metal’.

The ‘machine’, in the shape of an animal that gurgled and dripped oil, was not staring at her, who was nearby, but at the carriage procession that was passing far behind.

The woman takes a leisurely sip of the cigarette in her mouth, and soon thick smoke comes out of her mouth.

“Whoa… Beast type.”

There were various kinds of scrap metal in front of her eyes.

Alien species were largely classified into two types: beast type and human type.

The beast type is said to have various forms, but a skilled warrior can deal with it alone.

On the other hand, the humanoid belonged to a rather tricky axis that could be dealt with only when several such warriors joined together.

Either way, it may not matter much to this woman, who is smoking a cigarette in front of a terrifying alien species with oil dripping from her mouth.

Ishmir.

In the past, she was also called Ishmir of Greed, and she also joined a famous mercenary group on the continent.

But now, almost 10 years since Ishmir settled in her homeland, Delgrad, she has another nickname.

desert giant.

Although she had a normal body that was difficult to be called a giant, there was a good reason for this.

Ishmir, who flicked the shortened cigarette with his fingers, grabbed the large greatsword on his back.

Coincidentally, Lee Gye-jong was also kicking his legs and running away.

Ishmir’s body disappears in an instant.

A shadow appears over the head of Lee Gye-jong, who ran straight toward the carriage without paying attention to it.

ㅡQuaang!!!

Ishmir’s greatsword landed on the head of the alien species with a roar.

The blade of the greatsword was blunt rather than blunt, so it had to be unable to cut through the hard skin of the alien species.

Clearly it had to be.

ㅡCard Deuk!!!!!

Due to Ishmir’s superpowers beyond common sense, the head of a foreign species is crushed into the sand at once.

Ishmir was not currently strengthening his body with mana. She doesn’t even know how to strengthen her body with mana in the first place.

When she was young, when she was still in the mercenaries, even those who had a knack for handling mana gave up teaching her.

No matter how many times I tried, Ishmir, who couldn’t even move the mana successfully, got annoyed and beat the mercenary who was teaching him and ran away.

Ishmir was quite ignorant.

Ishmir, who was immediately caught by the scruff of the neck by the leader, sneered at me, saying that even if you didn’t learn this, you guys would win.

The result is 42 wins out of 42 matches.

Even though all 42 members of the mercenary corps were famous on the continent, they could not overcome the strength of Ishmir, a fresh teenage girl.

Even though they strengthened their bodies with mana.

A giant of the desert, said to have the strength of a giant.

It was Ishmir who could be said to be strong as a human being.

However, acquaintances who are close to her do not call her by such a fancy nickname.

[Still an ignorant b*tch…]

Sierra, who was watching the battle of Ishmir from the carriage, clicked her tongue and muttered softly.

Her nickname, which her acquaintances like to call, is ‘Strong’ Ishmir.

By the way, it was also a nickname that only those who could survive calling her that.

Soon after, Ishmir, who had his greatsword firmly planted in the ground, was horribly crushed and questioned as he looked at the head of the alien species, whose shape was hard to recognize.

‘Ignored me and headed for the carriage…’

It was strange.

Beast-type foreign species are rough and violent, so there is no such thing as composure. They always had a simple way of behaving, chasing and biting the person closest to them in front of their eyes.

However, it felt like the other species just now were completely ignoring Ishmir.

“Hmm…”

Ishmir, who had been squatting and touching his chin and thinking about it, soon stood up with ‘confidence’.

‘…I guess I was too fast.’

She scratched her eyepatch and finished her short thought, then smiled and then turned her head to look at the train of wagons crossing the desert.

Ishmir had heard Lucia’s voice as she stepped on the carriage earlier.

She had a pretty close relationship with the Windless family.

Lucia’s mother and the lord of Delgrad, Sicily Windris, was Ishmir’s employer.

Ishmir, who smiled happily at the thought of seeing Lucia after a long time, started running towards the carriage.

Her formidable strength was not limited to brute force alone. Leg strength exceeded human standards as well.

Ishmir, who ran barefoot without any equipment and caught up to the carriage’s speed, grabbed hold of the carriage and climbed on to open the door.

ㅡChulkkeok.

She immediately put her face inside the carriage and opened her mouth with a smile.

“Lucia~!”

“…who are you…?”

Ishmir, who opened his eyes at the voice of an unknown cadet full of doubts, carefully inspected the inside of the carriage.

Lucia’s bluish hair was nowhere to be seen.

‘…This is not a wagon.’

Soon after, he said ‘Sorry~’ and jumped off the carriage that was running at high speed.

Ishmir landed flawlessly, ran to the next wagon, and checked the inside of the wagon again.

However, this time I did not open the door and looked inside through the window.

This time, as if he had come to the right place, bluish hair was visible from inside the carriage.

Soon after, Lucia suddenly discovers Ishmir’s sinister smile reflected in the window, wide-eyed and terrified.

“Hee, heeik…! Mr. Ishmir…?!”

The others in the carriage were also surprised. Among them, Sierra discovers an eyepatch covering Ishmir’s left eye and has big doubts.

[Where did this b*tch lose one eyeball…? ]

It was only because Ishmir, whom Sierra had met in her lifetime, was a cheeky little boy with two intact eyes.

What happened over the decades, did he lose one eye?

Soon after, Ishmir opened the door and entered the carriage, his eyes fixed on Lucia, and he began to stride towards her.

Ishmir, who was wearing a sinister smile, opens his mouth.

“Lucia, long time no see?”

“Huh… Heh…”

Ishmir hadn’t done anything yet, but Lucia, as if she had a hunch about what was about to happen, shrunk into the corner of the carriage and wept.

Ishmir, who seemed to like Lucia’s reaction, raised her lips even further and spread her hands in the air as she spoke.

“How much must I have grown since I haven’t seen my Lucia for a while? Let’s touch her milk.”

***

A strange air current was flowing inside the wagon that was crossing the desert.

It was only because of a brown-haired, tanned woman wearing a black eyepatch over her right eye.

“My name is Ishmir. I will help you live in the desert… Yes, like a teacher.”

Ishmir, who was sitting on one side of the carriage and snapped his fingers, said. At Ishmir’s words, the people in the carriage silently nodded.

The seat she was sitting on was originally where Lucia had been.

How wide should the wagon be?

There was no place to enter Ishmir.

Amon’s huge size was also one of the reasons the wagon was cramped.

So where did Lucia go?

Lucia, her face reddened, sat discreetly on Ishmir’s leg, bowing her head.

Amon had to turn his head at Ishmir’s outrageous remark that he would suddenly step into the carriage and touch Lucia’s breast.

…Jeto also tried to turn his head, but he couldn’t turn his head because he feared it would look strange, and he tried his best not to notice it.

Lucia’s moan, which resonated without resistance, dyed everyone’s ears red.

Sierra shook her head, saying that that doesn’t change even with age.

I remember that she was often beaten.

Ishmir liked women’s breasts, and big breasts at that.

This was also in line with the reason she used a greatsword.

This was entirely due to Ishmir’s preference for anything ‘big and heavy’.

Ishmir, who felt that Lucia’s heart was still lacking, glanced at Jeto.

It was a very tall man with white bandages around his eyes.

‘Ah, he’s that…’

There was a blind man at the academy who was good at swordsmanship.

I remember hearing about it while talking with Sicily, who had been to an open class.

The man had dark brown hair.

‘Did you come from the East?’

Ishmir remembered a woman she knew from the East.

Her breasts tasted so good, but it was a pity that I couldn’t touch them anymore.

Sierra, who was watching this, thought that Ishmir’s ‘soggy gaze’ was directed at Jeto, and was wary of her.

[Disciple, even though the original woman knows that woman well… She is close to a madman… I think it would be best not to get involved with her as much as possible. ]

Jetto thought so.

It wasn’t until Sierra’s words were completely wrong.

Giant of the desert, Ishmir.

Jetto thought that the wayward nature of her that he had seen in the game seemed to be the same. He remembered it as something comparable to Edward.

However, Jeto had doubts about why he had already met Ishmir before arriving in the city.

While such questions passed through Jeto’s head, Eisel and Yuri were glancing at Ishmir’s voluptuous breasts.

Due to Ishmir’s chest, which boasted overwhelming majesty, they had to swallow a bitter sense of defeat that they felt somehow incomprehensible.

On the other hand, Amon, who was next to Ishmir, also glances at her.

However, his gaze was directed not at her breasts, but at Ishmir’s highly exposed clothing, showing curiosity at her muscles.

‘What kind of exercise should I do…’

Anyway, Amon was a magician, but he was interested in a strong body, resembling his father, Maxim Caligus.

“Huh…”

Amon decides to ask a question to Ishmir, who was teasing Lucia’s fluttering breasts with a sinister laugh.

Amon swallowed a gulp and cautiously said a word.

“Hey, Ishmir… what should I call you…”

“Hmm? Feel free to call me teacher.”

Ishmir turned his head and looked at Amon.

“Miss Ishmir, I would like to know what kind of training you usually do…”

Ishmir frowned at Amon’s question.

“Training? Why are you doing that?”

“Yeah…?! Then these muscles…”

“It’s been like this since I was a kid.”

“ah…”

Amon, unable to come up with a different answer, scratched his head in disbelief.

Ishmir didn’t take care of his body.

Despite repeating her prodigal daily life of drinking heavily and smoking cigarettes, her muscles were getting harder day by day, and even her skin was maintaining its firmness.

Zeto, who was well aware of this, wondered if it was a body bestowed by God.

Each of them was passing their thoughts about Ishmir, which appeared out of nowhere.

Lucia, who had been staring at the window with her mouth shut, hurriedly stood up from her seat.

This, in her opinion, was the most natural timing to get away from Ishmir.

Soon after, Lucia pointed to the window and shouted brightly.

“I can see Delgrad…!”