I Became The Academy’s Narrow-Eyes chapter 32

32 – Academy Entrance Exam Sword Mastery (2)

“Excuse me for a minute.”

Herion immediately told Ceylon to accept Agion’s challenge to a duel, and led him to the separate room.

-click.

After locking the door, he immediately opened his mouth.

“Ceylon, I’m not in a hurry, so I’ll be straight. I heard about your assassination talent from Instructor Cynia.”

“hmm?”

It was sudden.

But I wasn’t too upset.

Hessaem.

It was the title that players call Herion Deadler.

Ceylon didn’t know much about Herion Dedler, but he did know that he was liked by players.

He’s a male character, but he’s treated as a likable character by players?

‘It is not easy.’

Ceylon intuitively felt that the current event with Herion was a good thing, not a bad thing.

“Are you okay? Can we continue talking?”

“Oh, yes. Please.”

“Instructor Cynia recognized your talent early on in the 2nd exam and advised you to hide your talent, fearing that you would get into a complicated situation if it came to light in the exam. But, in the 3rd exam, you I ignored the invitation and showed my talent.”

“Hey~ This is how I came across-“

“I understand.”

“hmm?”

“To be treated with contempt and discrimination instead of the recognition you deserve. I wouldn’t have been able to stand it.”

Ceylon unknowingly averted his gaze from him.

‘Nu, dazzling…!’

Total trust, understanding and respect in his eyes.

All of that felt like too much, to the point of being burdensome.

I felt like I knew why the players were [hesitating ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ] whenever they had a chance.

“So Instructor Cynia and I have decided to respect your will.”

“What do you mean by my will?”

“I know you want to prove yourself in front of others and be respected.”

You want to prove yourself in front of others and be respected.

It seemed oddly different, so Ceylon didn’t bother pointing it out.

As he said, it was true that he wanted to secure his own position and position within the academy, even for the sake of everyday life without inconvenience in the future.

More than anything.

Now Herion- no, Hessen seemed to be trying to give him what he wanted.

Ceylon responded to him with high expectations.

“hahahaha, this. Are you embarrassed to say that?”

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“It’s only natural that you want to be recognized by others your age. So- accept Agion’s offer. Go into a duel with him, and show off your talents. In doing so, prove yourself in front of the other contestants- and respect them.” to get it.”

“Assassin’s talent to the fullest-… will it be all right?”

“Participants will not be able to distinguish the talents of an assassin from the Bower’s sword you wield.”

“but-“

“I know what you’re worried about. It might be fine right now, but post-processing after this – aftermath.”

Ceylon nodded, and Herion nodded along.

“Don’t worry, I and Instructor Sinia- no, I’ll take care of that.”

For a moment, Herion, whose face was filled with extreme fatigue, declared.

“So, you don’t mind the complicated stuff, just focus on your talents. That’s what an academy cadet is supposed to do.”

“Hessem…!”

“Hesssaem? Well, anyway. Do you understand?”

Ceylon nodded.

“Okay. Last question. Are you confident?”

“You?”

“As I said beforehand, Aegion Morsi is very talented. He could be compared to Drin Rebringer and Kasha Hanahan. From now on, you must defeat Aegion Morsi. It’s not enough to win.”

landslide victory.

Harion emphasized that.

“In order to bring the current situation to an end, we must achieve a landslide victory that no one will dare to dispute. Are you confident?”

“Now, I’m confident…!”

A foolish answer as if being pushed away.

At first glance, it seemed unreliable, but Herion nodded in satisfaction after reading the overwhelming composure in it.

***

Hundreds of participants built a stadium around Agion and Ceylon.

“Sir Agion, do your best!”

“Show me the lowly thing!”

Herion opened his mouth in the atmosphere that reached its peak.

“As the Academy Swordsmanship Department Admission Test Officer and Academy Swordsmanship Instructor, I, Herion Dedler, will observe and proceed with this duel as a witness. I will regard it as a challenge to my authority. Do you both agree?”

Herion spoke with a powerful voice, as if everyone in the venue, as well as Agion and Ceylon, who were dueling, wanted to hear.

nod

nod

“Okay. I’ll explain the rules of the duel from now on.”

– perfect

When Herion snapped his fingers, a pattern was drawn on their chests.

It was a damage absorption magic commonly used in duels.

“The symbol will be destroyed if it absorbs more than a certain amount of damage. The one who destroys the opponent’s symbol first is the winner of the duel. Do you understand?”

“understand.”

“understand.”

Herion picked up something.

It was the handkerchief with the Morsi family pattern that Agion presented when he requested a duel.

“The moment this handkerchief touches the floor, the duel begins. Let’s start the countdown. 3.2.1-“

flutter.

flutter.

The handkerchief that was slowly swimming through the air landed on the floor.

At the same time, silence fell over the place.

Everyone held their breath and focused on the duel.

Agion, holding a spear, took a stance.

and-

“huh?”

Ceylon stood still without drawing his sword.

He made the first move.

“what?”

“what are you doing?”

Ceylon approached Aegion.

Recklessly, defenselessly, as it is without a posture.

“…What are we going to do?”

Agion, who was on the mend, said with a puzzled rather than puzzled face.

“The strength of the strong, the handicap. What is it?

Agion’s body absorbed a strong elasticity for an instant.

The tip of the spear, which contained the will to end the duel in one blow, rushed furiously toward Ceylon.

What is it that ends so absurdly?

It was the moment everyone thought so.

“…uh?”

Ceylon’s body accelerated as if sliding, and narrowly avoided the tip of the spear.

Agion hurriedly drew his spear and ran backwards to distance himself from him.

“What, what is it…! That movement!?”

A voice from the crowd then.

“Ah! That’s the footwork that forms the basis of Bower’s sword!~”

The owner of the emotionless and awkward voice, as if reading a play script, was none other than Ms. Bower.

Aidrin, who was next to him, asked with a stunned face.

“Miz… what are you doing…?”

“I’m going to take this opportunity to appeal to people about the greatness of Bauer’s sword.”

“Ah, that, yes…”

Then Aegion smiled awkwardly.

“You seem to be using a rather strange-step. I hear that it’s the footsteps of Bower’s sword. Is that true?”

“hahahaha, it would be an honor to look like that. It’s still a body that lacks a lot.”

“This is a huge disappointment. The number of secrets you’ve hidden is only so-…”

“It’s just like that- Sir Agion seems to have been quite flustered.”

“Yes, I can’t help but be embarrassed. The sword that the person who beat me wields is such a disgraceful sword…!”

Once again, Aegion’s body held strong elasticity.

The tip of the spear with stronger will, stronger power, and faster speed rushes towards him.

Only this time!

It was the moment Aegion thought so.

“uh…?”

Ceylon and his face came into Aegion’s field of vision.

As Ceylon avoided the spear, he quickly closed the distance and came close.

finished!

Agion thought so, but hurriedly swung his spear at him.

Fortunately, Agion responded faster than Ceylon’s attack.

Again, the distance between Ceylon and Agion widened.

‘no-‘

But when I think about it, something is strange.

‘That’s just-…’

Was it really that his response was faster than Ceylon’s attack?

Wasn’t it enough time for him to make an effective attack on himself if he put his mind to it?

What then?

Why didn’t he attack?

Have you ever looked at yourself?

“Keugh-!”

The humiliating possibility cracked Aegion’s mask.

he gritted his teeth and said.

“Now, what are we going to do…!?”

Ceylon replies with a smiley face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Ha, yes- that’s how it will come out!?”

Kwak.

The blood drained from Aegion’s hand holding the spearhead.

“Then, why don’t you look through this with a footstep that’s not like that!”

The Morsi family’s arcane spearmanship, wind spear.

Due to the nature of the weapon, even though the form of the spear is rigid, it is as fickle as the wind, free and fast.

Agion captured the skill of the wind spear and continued the onslaught like a gust of wind.

Exactly, I wanted to continue.

stop.

“…!”

stop.

“…This, bastard…!!!”

For an attack to be reborn as an onslaught, the attack—the movement—must be continuous.

However, every time Aegion finished one movement and tried to move on to the next, the same situation as before was created.

Ceylon, slipping through the tip of the spear, came within a short distance of Agion, and was looking at him right in front of him with that wry face.

It was a strategy to exploit the weakness of the spear as it is.

strategy?

no

It was a joke.

Ceylon, he was clearly playing with Aegion.

Just as a bullfighter in a gladiatorial arena plays with a bull blinded by red cloth.

He could thrust his sword into Aegion’s neck any time he wanted.

“How dare such a son of a b*tch—!”

It was the time when Agion, who couldn’t stand it, pushed his spear out wide to make a move that poured out all of himself.

-visor!

– Chaeng-Geurang!

“What-!”

When the spear that was pushed out backwards bounced back against the sudden resistance, Agion missed it.

‘What happened!?’

Aghion was stunned and checked the back where he threw away his spear.

“uh…?”

wall.

Before he knew it, he was pushed out of the arena created by the spectators and pushed to the wall of the waiting room.

-Uh, uh uh!

-damage!

– Back off!

– Give me a way!

He was so carried away by Ceylon’s movements that he did not notice that he was being pushed back again and again, and that the onlookers who had surrounded him were making way for him.

“…”

Aegion stared at the wall with a bewildered expression, then at his own window scattered on the floor.

Took.

Someone picked up the spear and handed it to Agion.

“…”

Ceylon was still smiling.

“There’s a sudden interruption. Spearmanship is at a disadvantage in a confined space, isn’t it?”

The stadium created by the spectators was never narrow.

The place where they are now, the waiting room that can accommodate hundreds of participants, was even less cramped.

Ceylon picked up the spear as it was and put it in Agion’s hand, who was stunned.

Then, as if telling me not to let it go again, I patted it with my fist.

Aegion looked at Ceylon.

Seeing him foolishly babbling as always.

he said with a grin.

“So, shall we continue?”

“…”

– With Chaeng.

The spear held in Aegion’s hand tumbled across the floor again.

Aegion looked at Herion and said in a trembling voice.

“Mo, I can’t…”

Ceylon exclaimed in bewilderment.

“Eh? Yes!? Can’t do it!? Sir Agion, why are you doing that all of a sudden!?”

It was a frivolous and stupid look, no different from usual.

“…”

“…”

However, the faces of the onlookers looking at the usual Ceylon were quite different.

Herion looked around, nodded, and opened his mouth.

“A duel between participant Ceylon and participant Aegion Morsi. With the surrender of Aegion Morsi, Ceylon’s victory.”