I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 83

83. open classes (6)

Second day of open classes, early morning.

Before entering the Colosseum, I took some time to meet someone.

Inside the room where there was still silence.

On the other side, the Sword Saint, Chris, was looking at me with a light smile.

In the game, if you draw the interest of the swordsman and become ‘attention of the swordsman’, the swordsman would come and talk to you during open classes.

However, it was to the extent that the skill level went up while talking to him and hinting at tips on swordsmanship.

I didn’t have a separate seat like this.

Still, considering the ripple effect of the reverse, it had to be seen as a natural result.

Sierra, as I expected…

…I couldn’t bear to live.

Sierra’s eyes, which were glaring at the Sword Saint, showed a murderous intent as if they were going to rush in and bite him at any moment.

The Sword Saint also seemed to sense this dark murder.

I couldn’t blame Sierra for that.

Because I know very well what she’s talking about.

‘I thought it would turn out like this…’

I was just thinking about how to break through this situation.

I expected to meet him face-to-face, but I didn’t expect what he would say.

In the end, it was the Sword Saint, Chris, who broke the cold silence that continued without a formal greeting.

“Have you and I ever met? We’re spouting death as if we’re enemies… but I can’t really remember.”

He didn’t bother talking back.

That was the first thing I said without even saying hello.

I didn’t have any ill feelings toward him, but he, unable to notice Sierra’s presence, must have mistakenly thought that I was trying to kill him.

Will it become a deep bad relationship with him?

No, maybe it should have been taken for granted.

As a disciple of Sierra, I could never have a good relationship with him.

If there’s one thing I’m curious about, it’s that for some reason the smile didn’t disappear from the corner of Chris’ mouth when he said that to me.

[You’re quite relaxed, Chris. …Is it funny? ]

Then Sierra’s bloody voice echoes.

“hahahaha, to live. We’ve never met separately. I just want to surpass the swordsman… I’d appreciate it if you could see it as an excessive ‘motivation’.”

It was an absurd excuse even for me.

But Chris didn’t care too much about it.

What Chris said next was that it didn’t matter.

“Hmm… I want to surpass the sword castle…”

“…”

“I called you like this because I wanted to make a proposal to you.”

“A proposal…?”

To my question, the Sword Saint answered with a smile, showing his teeth.

“Hey, how would you like to be my disciple?”

“Yes?”

I couldn’t hide my embarrassment at Chris’ suggestion that followed.

‘Disciple…’

If you say you want to surpass him, then what kind of nonsense are you asking him to become his disciple?

In the first place, even in the game, the swordsman couldn’t learn the swordsmanship no matter what he did. He did not accept more disciples because of the presence of Kaen.

[Disciple… pull out your sword right now… right now…!! ]

Sierra could not hold back her anger at this and shouted to fight the swordsman.

Despite her urging, I didn’t draw my sword.

Anyway, that was a bunch.

[Dare to take the original woman’s disciple… the original woman’s offering…]

Sierra growled.

She was completely emotionally charged.

“When I saw your swordsmanship this time, I suddenly thought of it. Your swordsmanship, mine… If these two swordsmanship are combined, I wonder if the strongest swordsmanship that has never existed in history will be used.”

However, whether or not Sierra spewed death, Chris calmly continued.

“I don’t know why, but it seems like he has a deep grudge against me… Then I’ve been thinking about becoming my disciple in order to surpass me. What do you think?”

Chris’ solemn voice echoed in the room.

He had a very serious look.

Geomseong was a very unique character, but it was clear that he wasn’t joking just now.

‘If I learn the swordsmanship of the swordsman, I will definitely become stronger than I am now.’

I don’t know if the Sword Master’s swordsmanship and Sierra’s reversal could be combined, but judging from how he said that, it seemed like he had an idea.

Certainly, the strongest swordsmanship might be born by combining the two swordsmanship.

‘But…’

It didn’t work.

It meant nothing to Sierra to go beyond the swordsman like that.

To follow the Sword Saint would be to lose Sierra.

So, my answer was fixed.

“I already have one teacher. So even if you say that, I think it would be unreasonable to accept the offer.”

I drew the line firmly.

[ …… ]

Sierra listened to my answer and soon became quiet.

He seemed to be controlling his emotions.

“Ohhh… yes, that’s right. I didn’t know there was a teacher. I thought it must be a swordsmanship you created because it’s the first time I’ve seen a swordsmanship in my life…”

There was a lot of regret in Chris’ voice.

“It can’t be. My swordsmanship is all swordsmanship made by Master.”

“…Then I ask you one last thing. Who is your teacher? I have met many swordsmen while wandering around my continent, but I have never seen anyone who uses such swordsmanship. Gengar related.”

he was asking

who is my master

There was no reason to hide it until now.

The story with Sierra was over.

“My master…”

***

Zeto announced the teacher’s name and immediately left, saying that he would be late for an open class.

So Chris, who was left alone in the room, could hardly get up from his seat.

Shortly after, Chris, who had been blankly opening his mouth, suddenly starts laughing.

“hahahaha… I see, it was like that. Someone said it was ‘her’ disciple…”

With Jeto’s last words, he was able to find out who his teacher was.

“Ja-wol… were you alive? No, if you were alive… you would have come to find me yourself.”

Even for Chris, Sierra was an unforgettable presence even after decades passed.

‘Sword Saint, sparring.’

‘Keuhup… I’ll let you eat, but.’

‘…Pull out the sword.’

Chris recalled his past with Sierra, who would pull out his sword and ask for a sparring without even trying.

“Heh heh… I didn’t know he had a disciple…”

Chris grinned and murmured.

He also questioned the whereabouts of Sierra, who had suddenly disappeared, but he wondered if her long-term illness was holding her back.

…and it seems that it actually was.

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Perhaps by the time Sierra perfected her swordsmanship, her body was already incomplete.

“Mmm, yes…”

Then it made sense.

Since Jetto is a disciple of ‘Sierra’, the whole situation was understandable.

the life he felt.

A powerful swordsmanship he had never seen before.

Even the resolute refusal to become the Sword Saint’s disciple.

‘Has her will led to the disciple?’

Chris swallowed bitterness at the thought of Sierra’s passing, but couldn’t help but admire her ridiculous tenacity.

‘It’s strange to feel that life is in the air…’

Is there a reason why Zeto is blind?

Until that point, even Chris couldn’t understand it, and the ghost had to weep.

Chris, who rested his chin on the sofa and reflected on the situation just before, shook his head slightly.

“By the way… I guess it was because she made a sword to defeat me…”

Now that this had happened, there was something he had to give up.

Chris couldn’t hide his regret.

Chris’ sword in one hand.

Sierra’s swordsmanship in the other hand.

“I was wondering if I could see the strongest swordsmanship being made that could be called flawless.”

Chris sighed and clicked his tongue.

‘It was something that attracted me to the extent that I tried to make a disciple somehow…’

Originally, Chris had no intention of having any other students besides Kaen. That is until I met Jeto.

Faced with Jeto and taking into account the murderous feeling he felt, he made a condition of surpassing himself… It was something he could not have imagined that Sierra would have been his teacher.

“Is there really no way…”

He was mad about the sword.

Sierra was not the only one with strong tenacity.

“for a moment.”

Chris, who was deeply troubled, reached an idea and took out something he was carrying in his arms.

It was a letter from Kaen, her pupil whom she had raised like her granddaughter.

It was because he remembered how Kaen, whom he had met during lunch yesterday, recited excitedly about Zeto.

Chris reads the letter again.

I looked a little more carefully this time.

Especially the part where Kaen mentioned the blind swordsman Zeto.

Kaen seemed quite friendly with Jeto.

No, it wasn’t just that they seemed friendly, Kaen seemed to like Jetto quite a bit.

After reading through the letter, Chris thought.

‘It doesn’t have to be connected to Jeto.’

Wouldn’t it be very natural for mother and father’s swordsmanship to be passed on to their children?

Even Kaen was hiding that she was his disciple.

Having reached such an idea, he slowly draws a picture in his head.

Sword Saint’s apprentice and Jawol’s apprentice meet eyes.

A man and a woman make love.

Soon, a child is born between the two.

When the child grows up, he will inherit his parents’ swordsmanship.

“…Can they fit together like this?!”

Chris admired the idea he came up with.

Then he thought

I thought I’d ask Kaen if it wasn’t time to find a mate.

Maybe he didn’t have to completely give up the strongest swordsmanship he had hoped for.

‘It may be a little late until it’s completed, but…’

When Chris thought about it, he smiled brightly as if he was quite satisfied.

Could it be that Chris, who has lived his whole life only looking at the sword, did not know anything about love between a man and a woman?

He didn’t even have Kaen’s or Zeto’s intentions in mind.

Whether it was when I was sparring with Sierra or now.

Chris still only knew the sword.