I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 45

45. A and B

‘Why aren’t you coming like this?’

Even though a large crowd had gathered, Jeto was not coming.

‘How did you gather the crowd…’

It was a rumor that he secretly spread to them while investigating the light-mouthed cadets, whether they were seniors or freshmen.

Everything was according to my calculations.

Labyrinth practice must be over.

Naturally, the conversation between the cadets was able to come and go actively again, and the senior cadets in particular needed a more stimulating spectacle than the labyrinth they experienced every time.

However, if Jeto did not come, it would be a disaster.

From his point of view, his rising reputation would have fed him, but I also had nothing to gain if he didn’t come.

“When are you coming?”

“Are you sure you caught the lycanthrope?”

“I came out with my head in my hand.”

“I don’t have high expectations because my opponent is Class C…”

Everyone was getting tired of waiting.

It was also a time when I was thirsty because he rarely showed up.

Suddenly, the murmurs of the cadets near the entrance can be heard.

When I looked at the entrance to the arena, he was walking with Yuri.

Zeto fully enters the arena, and people’s eyes are focused on him, not on me.

Even that was a little thrilling, so my body staggered slightly.

I felt as if the eyes and attention that would pour on me after defeating him were already wrapping around my body.

“…Are you all right?”

The academy staff member who will be in charge of this match asked me with a worried face.

“Fine.”

I straightened up and responded to the staff.

“Well, why so many people gathered… I heard that it was Class C, and I’m cheering for it. I was in Class C when I was in Academy. Cadets whose talents bloom…”

“Oh, thank you.”

As I listened to the explanation from the staff, the excitement I had been trying to subside rekindled.

‘Awakening through sparring with the overwhelming weak…’

I don’t think such a scenario would be too bad.

As I was thinking nonchalantly, Jeto was right in front of me before I knew it.

A cheeky smile did not disappear from the corners of his lips.

“This sparring takes place within fantasy magic. You must not possess anything that might interfere with magic, and since it is not an official match, there are no penalties or rewards for winning or losing. …Do you have any objections?”

The employee who checked Jeto and me alternately asked.

I wanted to start fighting right away.

As the atmosphere in the arena escalated, my whole body trembled and trembled.

“You said there was no penalty or compensation, but would it be okay to make a verbal ‘promise’ through a conversation?”

Jetto suddenly opened his mouth to the employee’s question.

“Just for fun.”

I wondered, and I tilted my head, and Jetto added. When I met him yesterday, there was nothing like this.

“…it doesn’t matter. But it won’t have any effect or force.”

The employee looked at me with worried eyes and said softly.

I don’t know what the intention was, but there was nothing wrong with being together.

“…Do you want something, Cadet Jeto? The cake you bought me yesterday was delicious, so let’s try it.”

I no longer had to act like an idiot to him.

I’ve been waiting for this moment to reveal my skills.

“I’ll say it again, the current work has no effect or compulsory force. Please keep this in mind.”

The staff’s urgent guidance continued, but it could not stop the conversation between the two of us.

“How about granting one wish?”

Jeto continues to speak steadfastly even after listening to the staff’s emphasis.

“…a wish?”

What he had hoped for was a wish.

However, if it was his wish, there was one thing that was expected.

‘My body…?’

Because of the absurdity, his face was frowned upon.

Jetto, who might be frowning on my face, opens his mouth.

“A moderately light wish?”

“…Yes, my wishes may be harsh on you.”

Then it would be good for me to respond.

My wish is that he never touches women. I don’t even think you’ll listen.

As for me, following my grandfather’s words that promises must be kept, I was going to grant him any wish he asked for, but it won’t happen that I have to grant his wish.

The crowd is booing.

It was because the sparring did not start sooner.

These boos pouring out now will later turn into vigorous cheers.

This was enough reason to beat him.

“…You seem to have talked enough, so let’s move on. Oh, and the instructors asked us to change the transmission screen to the largest one. Would that be okay?”

“No problem.”

“I have no problem either.”

Jetto and I answered the staff firmly.

“then.”

Then, the staff put their hands on the magic circle on the floor.

The booing died down and the crowd began to swell with anticipation.

To be precise, it would be the anticipation of Zeto’s ability.

‘A class C would be enough to check his swordsmanship… I wonder if there will be reactions like that.’

I was curious about the reaction of the crowd who would confirm his miserable end rather than just checking his swordsmanship.

As I focus on the voices of the crowd hitting my ears, my body starts to heat up.

Soon after, the magic circle emits light, and vision becomes blurry.

Soon, the landscape reflected in the field of vision completely changes.

I slowly turned my head and looked around.

‘Is it a field of reeds?’

Even at a rough estimate, reeds that were as tall as the waist were filling up the surrounding area.

ㅡSasasasak.

The wind blew at the right time, and the reeds were knocking against each other, making a calming sound.

Bad luck or not… Jetto was blind.

It will be sensitive to sound, but with reeds, it will be easy to catch the sound of my movement.

Still, it won’t affect the win or loss.

Soon, the figure of the guy in the distance was caught in his eyes.

His head was already pointed directly at me.

‘yes. It’s not the right time to look into it now that you’ve noticed my tailing.’

You don’t have to hit it hard from the start.

In the beginning, it was appropriate to show the skills of an ordinary C class cadet, but not to collapse.

Contrary to what he thought, I would hardly break down.

If you keep doing that, he will start to show his strength to defeat me, who is only in Class C, with quite a bit of embarrassment.

That was the time to reveal my strength.

The scenario was perfect.

Soon after, I drew my sword.

ㅡSureureung.

I pointed my sword at him and took a stance.

‘It’s balanced, but a little clumsy.’

All of this was building up the stairs. Steps to approach the pleasure of being in a higher position when you reveal your strength.

“ha…”

A rough breath comes out of your mouth.

I shouldn’t be like this, but I keep getting overly excited.

I calmed down the excitement for the spectators watching the Dalian and focused on Jeto’s movements.

It was an ideal picture for Jeto, a class A, to bump into me, a class C, full of confidence.

‘As expected, cutting the head would be cool to finish.’

While waiting for his charge, I was thinking about which finish would be the best.

ㅡSasasasak.

A leisurely wind blows through the reed field once more.

Soon, Jeto pulled out the sword from his waist.

His new sword.

It was the first time I’d seen him draw a sword.

Before long, the exposed blade was red like blood, and the black body was shining so brilliantly that one could mistake it for a black crystal.

‘I still thought that the handle was more luxurious.’

His sword was ‘cool’ to the point of irritating him.

Then what should I do, my grandfather told me that no matter what a famous sword is, in the end, the one who handles the sword is the most important law.

Zeto, visible through the reeds, was holding the sword in reverse hand.

Anyone with even the slightest knowledge of swords would know.

How fatally weak the reciprocal is, how impractical it is.

‘Am I ignoring me, or am I being relaxed?’

Even if you hold it in reverse, you can beat me.

I guess that’s what it meant.

Power went into the hands that were holding the sword.

I once asked my grandfather about reciprocal numbers.

‘Kaen, listen carefully. Those who hold swords in reverse fall into two categories. First of all, he’s just a cool guy. Most of the guys who hold it in reverse are in this category. They’re funny guys. Even if you hit them back just a little, these guys will lose their stance and stumble.’

‘Then what about the second one?’

‘The second is…’

My grandfather, who stroked his beard at my question, said so.

‘…They’re probably the ones who won’t have any problems even if you hold them in reverse. These are the guys with superior skills. So please pay attention.’

Of course, I didn’t think he would fall into the second category.

But his looming smile from afar was needlessly alarming me.

‘Calm down, Kaen. It can’t be.’

Even if it’s a guy like me who hides his power, even if it’s a guy who can dispel with a sword.

There is no way you can beat me with a sword.

I am kaen

The best swordsman on the continent, a disciple of the swordsman.

‘To finish, it would be better to blow off the neck with a sword sword.’

If the cadets of the academy, especially the freshmen, and class C showed their sword skills, how would the audience react?

I took a deep breath.

I felt that it was the right time for him to come in.

‘If they bump into each other hard from the first match, let’s fight back as if it’s a bit difficult.’

Thanks to fantasy magic, sparring was a real sword fight.

An instant critical hit will have a great effect.

However, the calculations in my head had already been completed, but Zeto still did not rush at me.

I thought the audience would be frustrated, so I tried to move first.

It was the moment when my leg squeezed through the reed and took a step.

his arm moves

However, it wasn’t the right arm holding the sword that moved.

Zeto swipe the blade with his raised left hand.

‘What is that again?’

He was preparing something.

‘Let’s not be vigilant.’

If I was careless, the directing could not come out as much as I wanted.

The moment his left hand swept the edge of the blade, he could notice that the energy he had felt from afar had changed.

Although it was not possible to confirm properly due to the distance, it was certain that something had changed.

Then, Zeto’s arm holding the sword moved.

The scene of Zeto’s sword slicing through the air in an oblique line was so fleeting that the scene passed slowly.

There were many decisions going on in my head.

‘Could he be swordsman too?’

However, the sword was absolutely not.

No mana gushed out of his sword.

Not only the sword, but even the mana splashing out of the body was nowhere to be seen.

‘Then why is that meaningless sword attack…?’

Maybe I was overestimating him without even realizing it.

He could have swung his sword meaninglessly.

It was the moment my thinking reached that point.

ㅡssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of the reeds being cut in front of my eyes.

Then, the reeds that were cut off can be seen floating in the air.

I didn’t understand.

Why are the reeds cut?

It was a sight that could not be explained even though I watched it with my own two eyes open.

It didn’t matter if it was a sword or not.

His invisible sword attack was already right in front of me.

My body, which had been trained by my grandfather since I was a swordsman, was able to respond to this.

But is it because something unbelievable happened?

‘In what direction did he cut the sword…?’

My hair is white.

Then my vision tilts.

‘ah…?’

I tried to raise my voice full of questions, but no voice came out.

The sight rotates while floating in the air.

Literally, my head was spinning.

My eyesight went down, and I could see my body, with no head and throbbing with blood.

‘His throat was cut…?’

Soon, my vision darkened.

how many seconds had passed

The darkness lifted and I began to see the light again, and I stood in the arena filled with people again.

After escaping from the fantasy magic, I stumbled and fell to the floor.

throat cut

It wasn’t blackmail.

If it was the swordsman I knew, I should have cut the reed in front of him first.

It was a distance that the sword could not reach.

Even so, Zeto swung his sword, and my throat was cut neatly.

Contrary to my expectations, Zeto showed his strength from the start.

He hides his strength and sleeps, but he casually swings his sword and destroys all the scenarios I have prepared.

From the dispel during the placement test to the unknown swordsmanship of today’s sparring.

My head was spinning because I couldn’t understand it.

Only questions about his swordsmanship were heard from the crowd, not cheers.

They weren’t looking at me.

Their eyes were fixed on Jetto, who was wearing a white bandage around his eyes.

The audience was tinged with astonishment as they watched Jeto.

‘I lost…?’

Also to get people’s attention.

Even as a full-fledged prosecutor.

It was a complete defeat.

What are you doing if you say let’s come back and beat him using your grandfather’s swordsmanship?

As a ‘disciple of the Sword Master’, my defeat only made it worse.

I had to admit it.

It was my fault for judging, judging, and predicting him at will.

That was the main reason for my defeat.

“This isn’t…”

Contrary to my will, tears form and my vision is blurred.

I was upset.

What upset me most was…

…I thought his attack was cool at the moment when his head was cut off.

That fact made me even more miserable.

***

“What just…?”

“Did you die in one blow?”

“It’s Class C.”

“Swordsmanship… it wasn’t.”

“What did he just do…?”

The suspicious voices of the cadets around him hit Edward’s ears.

Edward turned his head away from the screen and looked at Carlyman, who was dumbfounded, and spoke to him.

“I have no idea what I just saw… What do you think, Instructor Kaliman?”

Edward was a wizard after all, and he decided that only Kali, a martial artist, would know better about swords.

In response, Kaliman answers Edward’s question without taking her eyes off the screen.

On the screen, the image of Zeto remaining leisurely in the reed field was included.

“It was neither a sword nor a sword.”

“It wasn’t even magic.”

Reyna, who was holding the soup in her hand but not holding her spoon anymore, answered Kaliman’s words.

It’s not even a sword.

However, Zeto was not a ‘magic swordsman’ who could handle both magic and swordsmanship.

“…It’s the first time I’ve seen such swordsmanship in my life.”

“I hate to agree with Instructor Kaliman, but I do too.”

Edward said that in a mean voice and touched his chin.

Edward’s eyes, which were already thin, narrowed even more.

‘I thought I was growing overwhelmingly… but the sword has changed and the swordsmanship has also changed.’

Edward looked at Zeto’s mana amount, and it was strangely increasing day by day.

As an instructor, there was no need to question the cadet’s hard work.

But this time, the story was different.

“If I’m not mistaken, Cadet Zeto reversed the flow of mana in an instant.”

Reina with a serious face said silently.

“Yes, but as you can see, he’s walking around like nothing.”

Edward, who responded to Rayna’s words, was looking at Zeto, who escaped from the illusion magic and approached Kaen.

If the flow of mana is twisted, hemoptysis is inevitable. In severe cases, it could even lead to death.

That was the basic ‘common sense’ the instructors had.

“…The strange thing is that Kaen reacted. He clearly responded to Cadet Zeto’s attack, which I couldn’t even tell if it was a swordsmanship or not. He was a cadet in my class, but I didn’t know he was that good…”

“Why don’t you pay some attention to the class cadets, Instructor Kaliman?”

Edward said, glancing at Kaliman who was scratching his beard and praising Kaen.

At Edward’s sarcasm, only Kali glares at him.

‘Well, that’s not what I’m saying.’

Edward laughed and thought so.

“At this point, I’m curious about who Cadet Jeto’s teacher is. As expected, I should have mentioned his name during the assignment test, hahahaha.”

“His master must have taught him the rare swordsmanship of reversing a sword.”

Edward applauded loudly after having such a conversation with Kaliman.

“It’s fun, it’s fun.”

Edward wondered what kind of story Jetto’s very interesting move would lead to in the future.

“Soup, I bought it for nothing.”

Meanwhile, Reina, who hadn’t eaten half of the soup, looked at the soup and said quietly.

…The soup was 20 coppers more expensive than its original price, a measly 50 coppers.

***

Dalian ended neatly as I expected.

As soon as I saw the ‘weaknesses’ in Kaen’s awkward posture after entering the fantasy magic, I felt victory.

‘…Still, I did react.’

Because it was a field of reeds, Kaen was able to recognize the sword attack a little earlier.

But I was relieved to see her neck fall off immediately.

Kaen was still Kaen.

Because she is, she must be able to pull off that kind of reaction.

‘If it had been the ‘sword saint’ standing there… it would have been a different story.’

Thanks to sparring with Kaen, I was able to find a small flaw in 1 Reverse Tian.

As soon as I got out of the fantasy magic, I was worried.

‘Rather than that, where should I use Caen?’

It was somewhat improvised, so there was nothing planned.

Still, thanks to that, I had a chance to wield a level 30 swordsman at will.

Besides, it was a woman.

In the game, there were often cases where the quests that could be received or the tasks that could be solved were different depending on the gender of the player character.

For example, it wasn’t a quest, but getting the petals that went into the materials for the urethra was in the female dormitory, so it was overwhelmingly convenient to proceed as a female character.

I think it would be better to take this opportunity to get the rewards for those who need women in quests and work.

‘Woman…was that…’

It wasn’t something I had in mind, but it didn’t bother me for long.

Exactly ‘one young maiden’ was a requirement for the plan to proceed.

Just then, there was an object that met the conditions in front of my eyes.

In front of me, I could see the figure of Kaen sitting on the floor.

I approached Kaen with cautious steps.

Sierra, who approached Kaen before me and checked her face, opens her mouth.

[Your heart is broken… I thought it was amazing that you reacted to the reverse…]

Sierra didn’t know that she was a disciple of the Sword Saint, so it was only natural to make such an evaluation.

This must have been Kaen’s first defeat and first failure.

As she got closer to Kaen, she lifted her heavy head.

Her eyes were red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

I reached out my hand to her and opened my mouth.

“It was a good sparring.”

It was a very formal greeting.

“…”

However, Kaen stared at my outstretched hand and only whimpered, but did not respond.

“…Since I won Dalian, can I tell you my wish as promised?”

Embarrassedly, I held out my outstretched hand and continued talking.

She had to keep her promise.

It was the teaching of the Sword Master, no one else.

To Kaen, it had a terrifying compulsive power.

“Turn it off…”

Kaen, who had not responded for so long, felt as if she would burst into tears that she had been holding back.

I continued talking without paying attention to this.

“Can we meet tonight, just the two of us? Miss Kaen’s body is needed for something.”

He said that in a voice so loud that other people in the arena couldn’t hear it.

It was a statement that could have caused quite a bit of misunderstanding.

But it wasn’t a lie.

We had to meet at night and leave the academy together.

Anyway, on the day, all misunderstandings will be cleared up.

“…”

After hearing the contents of the wish, Kaen lowered her head as if something had come.

I waited silently for her, who had her head down.

Sierra was glaring at me with puzzled eyes.

Even at the time, it must be a misunderstanding.

But now, he wanted to play tricks on Kaen.

It’s just that it bothered me a little that she thought of me as a mere tool for pleasure.

Kaen finally looked up after wiping her eyes, as if the tears had stopped.

Even the faint streaks of light that remained in her eyes were gone.

Soon, Kaen, who was out of focus, answered me with a rather calm voice, stuttering.

“Hey, a promise is… a promise… Joe, do as you like…”