I Will Take a Break at Academy chapter 7

007. Placement (1)

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The shadows wriggled like little devils living under my feet. No, is it an earthworm?

What is certain is that I don’t feel his presence at all.

It seems to be a creature or a spiritual being. I couldn’t touch it, and I couldn’t feel any sound, magic, or smell.

It wasn’t even a spirit. However, it is not a demon or a monster.

Exists but does not exist.

You may ask if there are all these guys, but as far as I know, there is only one guy like this in this game.

“Dimensional Matter.”

The thoughts of a sorcerer crossing dimensions through the medium of shadows.

It was most appropriate to see it as a familiar belonging to another dimension.

However, no one other than a sorcerer can recognize its existence.

Except for one, demonic Daimon of the dimension who passed on the knowledge of this black magic.

In the first place, this dimensional substance is Daimon’s unique ability.

The fact that he passed this on to humans was the most surprising thing, and I admired the fact that the Blackfire family were more insane than I thought.

Even so, this is not an ability borrowed from the power of demons. It’s definitely because he’s the one I made a contract with my magical power and body. It’s true that I borrowed knowledge, but no one can catch the pod unless I blow it.

This ‘shadow’ is my black magic.

No matter what you think, one thing is for sure, it’s the fact that you’ve picked up something cool.

* * *

There was a desolate atmosphere in the first-year combat class room.

In case someone wasn’t fighting, from the first day of class, it reminded me of some kind of battlefield.

As much as today is an important day, it is inevitable that the mindset will be even more different.

“Okay, everyone is here! No one was late from day one. I like it very much.”

Gilliot’s arm muscles are particularly tight in his dance outfit.

To the left and right of Gilliot nodding his head in satisfaction, combat instructors and professors from other classes were waiting for a few observers.

Class assignment is an important event to check the talent needed for future external missions.

Because external assignments are assigned to each class, professors from other classes must also participate.

‘To receive an important mission, I must be in the eyes of those professors now.’

When you solve important missions, you accumulate performance and it is directly related to your grades. In that sense, class assignment is a very important schedule.

Especially, if you think of the private education craze that was burning in this game, it goes without saying how much the parents of these students roasted their children.

Of course, it has nothing to do with me. When they struggle to get noticed, I just want to live a normal life. Sexuality and personal connections are all useless to me.

“Practical Betagoras.”

“This is Professor Julius of the priesthood. May the God of Light bless you.”

“hello. I’m Dianne, a magic professor. I wish you well. Whoops.”

Other class professors greeted briefly. A short-legged, bald-headed pragmatist, a priest over 2m tall, and a witch with black-green two-tone hair and glasses. Each one is full of personality.

My gaze was fixed on Deianne among them.

That’s because that woman with black and green two-tone hair and red glasses is the boss of Act 1 of this game.

After a while, he is a character who collides with the main character and his friends.

‘Well, it has nothing to do with me.’

Even so, he had no intention of punishing or stopping that woman in advance.

This is because the story runs smoothly only when Deianne acts as a villain. I just observe from a distance to see if things are going well.

‘I should remember the face.’

It’s exactly what it looked like in the game. A professor who is popular with fellow professors and students because of his FM-like feel and playfulness. However, the inside is dark.

Sensation ends here.

“ruler! Then there will be nothing more to draw. Let’s start class assignment sparring right away.”

It was because Instructor Gilliot’s harsh voice rang through the gymnasium.

“Class assignments are A, B, and C. Class assignments are held only twice in the first semester. One is today, and the next is the semester. Anyone with questions?”

Gilliot waits for a question in two seconds. It is not enough for students to come up with questions and raise their hands.

Either way, Gilliot dipped his hand and flipped through the student list. Chwiik – Only the sound of paper hovered in the air.

As it is the first sparring, the pressure must be extreme. No one would want to be the first to step out.

But I’m not worried. The main character of the first couple has already been decided.

“Ackerman Breed! Cain Abella! Forward.”

Because the main character and the named character were scheduled to fight from the beginning.

In the game, this is the first combat tutorial. However, since the opponent is Cain from the beginning, the difficulty is quite high.

The tutorial doesn’t end until Cain is defeated.

Ackerman, our protagonist, walked out bravely. His red hair was burning red like his passion.

He will one day become the best swordsman in the world, but now he is just an unknown student from commoners.

He is also the one who beat Cain and rises to the ranks of the named ranks just today.

Anyway, when he stepped forward, no one paid any attention. Everyone’s attention was on the girl walking right behind him. Everyone, whether students or professors.

‘Cain Abella…’

The best knight family in the kingdom of Aeonia.

It has produced countless knights, and its achievements are superior to those of other families.

A noble among nobles, a knight among knights.

Since he is a promising prospect even in such a family, it is only natural that Cain draws attention.

– Wow, look at that girl. so pretty.

-Looking at the famous Abella family. This is a successful life.

– Guys… what should I do? I think I’m already in love.

– It sucks. Shut up and look.

All kinds of envious gazes and expectations poured into Cain.

But she’s too used to it. These are the things I have been interested in since I was young. I don’t even listen to the words of guys I don’t know their names or faces.

Cain, as if he didn’t care at all about those gazes, calmly tied up his blonde hair. The sight of him made the male classmates sleep.

Cain’s current interest is the opponent in front of him. Even the atmosphere of being a child of a renowned knight family was like a noble sword.

‘By the way, what was it?’

Instantly our eyes met. It’s not the fault of the mood. Because her gaze stayed on me for two seconds.

‘Because of that then?’

what did you say Would you like to sexualize me?

No… You, who grabbed the sword as soon as you were a toddler, are of course better than me, aren’t you?

It’s a topic I’m not interested in at all, but Cain doesn’t seem to be that.

she’s excited! He shook his head and fixed his eyes on Ackerman.

Gilliot’s chest swelled. It’s a start, so I’m going to put in a good spirit.

“Seeaaa!”

With Laert’s roaring sound, the two started fighting.

Everyone can’t keep their mouths shut in a fight that is on a different level than with their classmates. I did too. Indeed, the protagonist and his rival.

At first, Cain’s offensive was fierce. It was difficult for Ackerman to dodge the sharp attack that rushed like a swallow.

However, our protagonist did not give up easily. Thanks to one of its specialties, [Strife], it becomes more persistent the more it encounters strong opponents.

As it is a tutorial for him, the more he fights, the stronger he becomes. Slowly reading Cain’s movements, a counterattack becomes possible. That’s how the victory was cemented.

As the main character, he is a natural swordsman.

The result was Ackerman’s victory.

The fight was really close. Of course, I would have won much easier if I had played.

Faculty and students are in shock.

Again, the weight of the name ‘Abela’ in this world is considerable.

It is unimaginable for a child born in a family that lives and dies by the sword to be defeated by a student from a commoner family.

The image of Cain chewing his lips in anger is impressive.

“Ackerman wins! go back to your seat It was a great match!”

Giliot put the surprise behind him and finished the first match. The faculty members on the left and right were still buzzing.

Although weak, applause broke out.

Cain clenched his fists and returned to his seat. Then my eyes met slightly, and I was startled and lowered my head. The face was blush.

‘I feel sorry for nothing.’

are you okay. The opponent is the main character, so there’s nothing to be too disappointed about.

No other student could beat Cain here except Ackerman or Ponte. Cain, who did not know that, was just swallowing tears in anger.

Unfortunately, the main character’s story went smoothly anyway. I nodded in satisfaction.

The sparring of other students continued.

The new students showed off their honed skills without hesitation. It is to build future missions, grades, and networking.

One by one, the named characters were called out.

‘Hoyada!’

Even the cowardly Hoya let out an arrow while crying. The result is out of 100. The opponent was knocked down as it was. After all, it’s a shrine…!

‘It’s amazing.’

It was fun to see the game characters in action. It’s like playing a surreal VR game.

Is it because I was stunned with the corners of my mouth raised without even realizing it?

Some students glance at me. When our eyes met, I hurriedly turned my head.

What would it have been like to watch Dalian with a smile on this gloomy face… Hmm.

‘Didn’t he know that he was chanting a curse?’

Now, the remaining name is Fonte.

The strongest newcomer at the moment. Fool Fonte.

He was naturally boneless, and the spearmanship he wielded was unmatched among first-year students. It’s not for nothing that Yeopo is the motif.

“Ponte Cristo! Forward!”

Just in time, the guy was called. Purple hair color and narrow eyes. However, the muscular body is an overwhelming reversal.

When he came out, the students were nervous. He’s an unusual looking guy. Everyone begged me not to stick with that guy.

I don’t know who it is, but the guy who sticks with that guy is unlucky.

“Aren, Aren! oh wren. Blackfire!”

“…?”

Uh, did you just call my name?

The students are buzzing.

I am an aspiring student in a very bad sense. The other class professors next to Gilliott also frowned and chatted.

On the other hand, Deianne’s eyes were very strange…

When my name was called, everyone shunned me. I can feel the scornful look of the guy who slapped me on the shoulder during the class assignment ceremony. Was it Euron Taylor-Joy? I have a feeling that someday they will quarrel with me.

“Aren! Are you out of your mind? The instructor called several times.”

“······sorry.”

I’m going crazy, what should I do if I pull aggro like this from the start.

“From the first day, it’s very simple… just be mindful. Come out!”

I pretended to hit me with a bear-like fist. He didn’t seem particularly impressed with the fact that I was Blackfire. Wow, that’s downright threatening.

As I stepped forward, Yeoponte, also known as Yeuponte, stood in front of me.

‘······sh*t. This is why words become seeds.’

The unfortunate child I was talking about was me.

* * *

It’s funny, but there was no chance that I would win anyway. Is your opponent a phonete?

In the beginning, even the main character can’t beat Ponte, so what can a rookie extra like me do?

Rather, it can be comforted that it is an honorable death.

If the opponent is phone, even if I lose, I might get a good evaluation.

Anyway, at this point, I have no hope of defeating this guy. So my goal was only one.

‘Good job.’

Let’s try “I lost but fought well!”

As far as I remember, in the very beginning, Ponte’s stats averaged 15. There was no way I could be an adversary as I was less than 10 even with all my strength. It will be difficult to withstand even the sum of the work.

I have no intention of winning anyway. Because the goal is to get into class B because I lost well.

So, at the most important moment, use ‘Shadow’ to endure only once. That should be enough to leave an impression worthy of being assigned to class B.

‘Ponte would use that skill unconditionally at the last hit.’

aka ‘cramming’. It is a powerful skill that even smashes rocks for freshmen.

If only that skill can be blocked, it is possible to lose.

OK, let’s do it!

“Now, get ready.”

said Gilliot. Ponte took the spear, of course. Boongbung, the motion of turning the window was nimble. The wind pressure is felt all the way here.

I couldn’t read his emotions in his eyes as he looked at me. I don’t like it or what.

Considering Ponte’s usual calm personality, he would feel good about it.

I am of course a sword. Didn’t the class card explain it as a natural ‘swordsman’ in the first place? Furthermore, the attribute is [Descendant of the Sword Saint]. There is nothing to worry about.

Holding the sword feels comfortable, like a part of my body.

The students’ whispers tickled his ears. It’s obvious even if you don’t hear what he’s saying.

‘What would a skinny guy like that do, a sword like Blackfire!? oops! I’ll bet 10 gold if Ponte gets catnip.’

Well, it must be something like this. I just dug my ears and stood in front of Fonte.

“Hello each other.”

Here in the kingdom of Ionia, the way to greet is to roll up your right hand and place it on your left chest.

“I’m counting on you.”

“······me too.”

I responded because I couldn’t ignore it. The preparations are complete. Gilliot raised his hand.

“If you seriously hurt yourself, that’s a point deduction. Got it? Hey hey!”

Gilliot’s hand fell. At the same time, Ponte kicked the ground. Cheers were heard among the crowd.

Unlike his muscular body, he was very agile. Wherever they hit the ground, only dust and afterimages were left behind.

Almost lightning-fast speed. Ordinary people cannot catch up with their eyes.

By the way-

‘see······!’

Fonte’s movement reads like a slow screen. He zigzags as he kicks off the ground.

I know that move well.

It’s the ‘cramming’ that Ponte uses only when he hits the last blow.

Yes.

In that guy’s eyes, I don’t even need the process of exchanging sums, measuring, and appreciating my skills…!

For Ponte, it meant sparring with me would be a waste of time.

‘Are you pissed off?’

Even earthworms wriggle if you step on them!

Dig!

Fonte leapt like lightning. At the tip of his spear was the magic of the ‘lightning’ attribute.

It is a difficult stage to dare to show at the freshman level.

······Changed my mind. Ponte isn’t ignoring me right now, he’s trying to destroy me.

It seems that the judgment was made that if you want to show off your skills against a weak opponent like me, you have to show that much. Or just because I’m a ‘blackfire’? I do not know. Not interested.

pounding.

However, I won’t give it to you easily.

The bastard’s slash goes down.

I open my eyes and focus on the tip of the spear, and call the ‘shadow’ from the dimension to reality.

Power: [1/20]

As if the shadow had waited, it ate away my mana.

In exchange for the deal, in a very short time, the ‘shadow’ granted me the same amount of power as the magical energy it ate. A shadow wrapped around my arm and sword.

[Strength: 3]

[Strength: 22]

1 sec. Enough time to counter Ponte’s ‘cramming’.