I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 75

75. Public Classes and Sword Saints

The tears of the dead were in mind.

If it had only been a short touch, she wouldn’t have had time to feel any energy.

But…

‘…since I’ve been sitting for a while, my legs must have loosened up. Can I stay like this for a little longer…?’

…I couldn’t shake off Eisel who was uttering such words.

I could feel the faint trembling of her body in my arms.

Eisel was a regressor.

No one in the world can understand her.

I couldn’t understand

But I was different.

At least I could understand her.

At least I had to be someone she could rely on.

So even though it was such a short time that Eisel couldn’t accurately recognize the ‘tears of the dead’, he stayed still as she asked.

I squeezed in as much time as possible.

Eventually, by the time she was digging deeper into my arms, I had to stop.

‘…I must have noticed.’

If it was Eisel, he would have sensed the level of energy, albeit vaguely.

Naturally, there was a look of bewilderment in her eyes as she fell from my arms.

I thought it was fortunate that there was no hostility.

‘…I’ll just go.’

Eisel left the seat after those words.

I was left alone in such a quiet garden.

I felt it while smelling the scent of flowers blooming everywhere, but maybe, as Sierra said, I also needed time to be alone.

I stood alone in the garden, holding my eyes at the mysteriously colored flowers mixed with many colors.

It was a flower called ‘Obsion’.

Unless it was a special item, I didn’t know anything about flowers, so the story of Obsion that Aisel told me was quite interesting because it was information that I couldn’t know in the game… at least I didn’t know.

‘It’s a happy ending…’

It may be that they expressed what they hoped for again and again at the end, even in the language of flowers.

On the one hand, I could understand Julian who was trying to save Obsion.

Even as a person who wants to be sure to save Eisel, if I can somehow put her in a safe place, I have a strong desire to do so.

Eisel was strong.

It should be possible to fight alongside her, but I was afraid that she would lose her life in the process.

The Eisel I experienced in the game… it was close to impossible to save, to the point that I wondered if her return was some kind of curse.

I stared blankly at Obsion, which exuded such a subtle scent, for a long time.

Will I be able to make Eisel happy?

It wasn’t just Aizel.

A happy ending for ‘everyone’.

It was of the utmost importance to me.

***

The weekend passed quickly and the weekdays came again.

I had a good rest over the weekend.

My body kept itching to take a break after working hard all the time, but I think it was necessary mentally.

After Edward’s class, the cadets were chatting with their respective friends.

There was talk of an upcoming ‘open class’.

Lucia shouted to us as we exited the classroom in a state of excitement.

“I said my younger brother is coming this time too…!”

“If it’s a younger sister… Rikua?”

Yuri asked Lucia.

“Yes! I must have missed you!”

Watching Lucia smile brightly, Amon shakes his head.

“It’s not like that… It’s an event he has to attend as the heir to the Windris family, so he had no choice but to come.”

“I-I wanted to see you…but there’s no way…”

Lucia breaks down in tears at Amon’s succinct refutation.

Liqua Windless.

Lucia’s younger sister and heir to the Windris family.

Contrary to Lucia, she was a cool-headed child.

Hopefully I can meet her this time.

As such, during the ‘open class’ period, as many people as Innocence Academy, which can be said to be closed, were open to outsiders, it was planned to gather at the academy.

It wasn’t because even people who had nothing to do with the academy were allowed to enter.

Starting with the families of the cadets, graduates of the academy, celebrities from all over the continent, knights who came to look for talented people, towers of magic, guilds, and so on, the categories of people involved were very wide.

Especially this year, the scale will be bigger than usual as all four elemental families gathered in the first year.

During the open class, various people come to the academy, and many things happen, but nothing dangerous happens.

There was no foolish villain trying to cause trouble at the place where the continent’s powerful people gathered.

‘There’s one petty thief… but I think I can handle that somehow…’

There were other things I had to be careful about.

I put my eyes on Sierra, who was floating in the air, thinking about what to do.

Her enemy and enemy in this open class.

And that is my final goal…

…The swordsman will come to the academy.

***

Chris was lying in the shade in a shady place, avoiding the scorching sun, humming leisurely.

“It’s peaceful… calm.”

He was helping out in a small village and being provided with lodging and lodging.

The main occupation was farming.

Lying in the shade after work and enjoying the silence was the small happiness he could feel in this village.

A bird flies by his side.

“Hmm…?”

A letter was tied to the bird’s leg, and the black palm pattern engraved on the bird’s stomach was a familiar pattern to him as well.

It was the pattern of the ‘Black Hand’, the best information guild on the continent.

Sword Saint Chris enjoyed wandering.

But the Black Hand knew where he was going.

So, when people looking for Chris contacted him, they would go to the black hand.

However, when someone was looking for a ‘sword saint’, it often brought troublesome things.

When Chris takes one look at the bird and says he doesn’t know me and doesn’t take the letter, the bird tilts its head, stares at him, and then peckishes him with its beak.

“Tsk…”

Chris, who couldn’t win, clicked his tongue and took out the letter that was tied to the guy’s leg.

Soon after, as if the bird had finished its task, it flew off somewhere with a popping sound.

“Hmm… I’m sure they aren’t the ones who talk about rounds again…”

Chris carefully opened the letter, hoping it wouldn’t be a nuisance.

The letter began with the word ‘Grandpa’.

As soon as he saw the word, the corners of his mouth went up.

“It’s Kaen…”

The one who sent the letter was none other than Kaen, his disciple. Although not related by blood, she was a child raised thinking of her as her granddaughter.

“After entering the academy, there was no contact…”

Did something happen to send the letter?

Chris would have been a bit disappointed if Kaen’s letter was not a simple contact, but a contact because something happened.

He read the letter with a slightly serious face.

Something happened.

It seems that Kaen suffered her first defeat, and that to the guy holding the sword in reverse.

It seems that Kaen didn’t bring out the swordsmanship he learned, but even if it wasn’t like that, he would be overwhelmingly stronger than the average cadet.

Judging by the contents of the letter, it seemed that she had given up on her sincerity.

It felt very strange that Kaen, the disciple of the Sword Saint and no one else, lost with the sword, but if there was something even more strange than that…

“…I lost, so why do you like me so much?”

Kaen admitted that he had lost cleanly and was praising the guy hard.

As if explaining the person she had a crush on, useless information about the guy was written in the letter at length.

What on earth does the sentence ‘I want to get stabbed by him someday’ mean?

“Touhou… a blind swordsman…”

The blind man who handles the sword had met him once or twice. However, he did not have outstanding skills to be memorable.

Anyway… Caen seemed to be in good health except for the blind swordsman.

As he was reading the last line of the letter, he understood the purpose of Kaen’s letter.

‘Grandpa, I think you know that there is an open class at the academy this time. I’m telling you just in case, but you don’t have to rush to see me. First of all, I’m still hiding the fact that I’m my grandfather’s disciple… My grandfather didn’t like crowded places from before, didn’t he?’

That’s how it was written in the letter.

Kaen added one last thing, saying that if he did come, it would be possible to talk without people around.

“Should I say hello to this…”

After reading through the letter, Chris fell into a moment of trouble.

It is a question of whether or not to go.

Since Innocence Academy was open, it was obvious that many people who bothered him would come.

If I had to ask, I wouldn’t have wanted to go.

‘But they told me not to come, so I want to go again.’

In the end, Chris decided to go to the academy to see Kaen’s face after a long time.

I wonder what kind of guy the guy who beat his pupil is.

I wanted to visit secretly, but the academy was not the place to do that.

Still, there were plenty of justifications for him to visit the academy.

Chris was a swordsman.

If he says he’s going, the academy will welcome him with open arms.

Shortly after, Chris put the precious letter from Kaen in his arms and stood up.

“I need to contact him after a long time.”

Before going there, he contacted his old friend, Julius Klaus, first.

Kaen was enrolled through Julius, who was the principal of the academy.

He was also the only person in the academy who knew that Kaen was his student.

“But how do I contact you…”

When he tried to contact him, Chris didn’t know the name or location of this town.

It was because he wandered around the road, recklessly boarding a carriage that had no idea where it was going.

Chris, thinking about where to go to talk to Juliut, decided to chase after the bird that had just flown away.

It was a bird owned by the ‘black hand’, so I thought I would be able to meet them if I chased them.

If you go through the Black Hand, you’ll be able to get in touch with Juliut right away.

Eventually, Chris, who was looking in the direction the bird flew, hopped lightly, and his new model disappeared in the blink of an eye.

***

‘what…? What’s going on…?’

The black hand guild member who was managing the bird that delivered the letter was very embarrassed.

A man was walking towards this small tower where birds used to gather.

The guild members, of course, knew who that man was.

The continent’s strongest swordsman.

It was a swordsman.

There was a letter that reached him, and it hadn’t been long since I sent it.

A guild member’s bird was caught in the Sword Master’s hand, and the bird was flapping its wings and trying hard to return to the tower.

Could it be that the bird made a mistake with him?

Was the content of the letter delivered wrong?

If this wasn’t the case, did the guild feel bad about probing his location?

The guild members gulped down their saliva, keeping their eyes on the Sword Master as it slowly approached the tower.

Eventually, the swordsman found him at the top of the tower and waved his hand.

He had never visited the main god in his entire life, but this time he had no choice but to put his hands together and pray.

‘Heneris who gave me… please… take care of me…’