008. Placement (2)
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Kwajijik!
The tip of Ponte’s spear fell with a frightening spark.
I’m still not very good at handling swords. I’ve never caught one in my life.
However, in order to block Ponte’s spear, he instinctively knew at what moment to raise his sword.
now!
He raised his sword at the critical moment.
It was a clumsy move, but the body moved on its own.
Power erupted from the shadows.
–!
A tremendous shock was delivered with an explosion.
The shadows shook violently. As much as he ate mana, he became more intense.
Close by!
Ponte’s ‘cramming’ did not reach me. His spear stopped on my shoulder. Fonte’s arm muscles are bulging. But there is no change.
The spear couldn’t go any further. Fonte’s blow of conversion was blocked by me.
‘done… … !’
Fonte’s eyes water with embarrassment. It sounds like you’re trying to figure out what the situation is.
The locker room held its breath. no one would have expected Blackfire had to withstand Ponte’s spear.
“uh… … ”
Fonte was perplexed and questioned. It’s a fonte that never looks like this. It was such a catastrophe.
Apart from the suffocating silence, the situation is not over yet.
The spear and sword were still engaged, and the public awaited our next meeting.
In an instant, the instinct inside me shook off the spear and shouted to slit the empty boat over there.
It seemed possible enough because Ponte had not yet come out of the shock and the gap was overflowing.
‘It’s definitely possible now. However… … .’
If you break Ponte here, you’re in trouble. Because I could be Class A.
My goal is to remain unnoticed and to remain quiet. He has no intention of becoming a Class A member, taking on dangerous missions, and living as a warrior who is willing to sacrifice himself for the kingdom.
Besides, if you become Class A right away, you will receive all kinds of attention and jealousy. If the target was Black Fire, it would be a great party.
For me, whose goal is to live comfortably at the academy, it becomes the worst situation.
‘That’s absolutely not possible.’
Even after thinking like this, honestly, I didn’t have the strength to move any more.
Power: [1/20]
I poured my all into casting my shadow, so now this is my limit. I can’t even wield a sword anymore. body loses strength
thump!
I just dropped one knee to the ground.
‘Let’s surrender before we get beaten up again.’
I acted like I was incapacitated. His strength was exhausted and he was so weak that he even dropped his sword.
The shadow quietly disappeared as it was.
It went back into the dimension. There were no signs or traces of anything. Even if I suspect that I have used any special powers, there is no evidence at all.
No one here can detect it. It’s perfect security. Only Diamon can cross the dimensional world.
What’s even more surprising is-
‘It’s definitely crazy performance.’
It was close to a miracle that I, who had a strength of 3, withstood Ponte’s ‘cramming’ and remained unscathed.
Ponte’s current strength stat is 20. If it’s an attack with the lightning attribute added to it, even if his shoulder blades and collarbones are smashed, there’s nothing to say.
The ability of the shadow that helped overcome that is ridiculous. Because it boasted more efficiency than the magical power I bestowed upon it.
Grants strength equal to the amount of magical power consumed by the sorcerer. The risk was great, but the return was just as strong. The more magic I have, the greater the power.
It was truly black magic.
In addition, there are so many areas that have not yet been studied, so the possibilities are endless.
I clenched my fists with my hands resting on the floor. It may look like anger to others, but it’s actually because I’m happy.
My antis, who were briefly surprised by my surprise show, immediately began to ridicule with relief after I collapsed.
– Yes, then it is.
– He died standing up!
-Ah, I was scared for nothing. There’s no way that monstrous guy can lose.
You can see the corners of the mouth curled up meanly. But the guys laughing at me are all extras whose names I don’t know.
The reactions of the named characters, including the professors, were completely opposite. His expression hardened. You will feel many emotions.
Surprise, doubt, envy and jealousy, etc.
‘But it’s too hard… … ?’
Is it that surprising?
Or should I have held out for a while and collapsed right away?
Was it a problem that I was too fine than I thought? Keuheum, my acting skills are only this much… … .
Whatever it was, I ended up with the most suitable line in my opinion. Dalian was successful.
“Aren? Is it abstention?”
Gilliot walked over and asked. It was a face that was half worried and half surprised. It’s not because I had used up all my strength and was sitting on the floor.
I immediately asked what kind of rice cake it was.
“I want to fight more, but my body won’t move.”
I have the will, but my body won’t follow me. While earning moderate points, he also sprinkled rice cakes for being weak. great!
I want to have a nosebleed, but unfortunately it doesn’t. I pretended to be shocked as much as possible in the line of maintaining the dignity of a nobleman.
Pretend your head is dizzy, pretend your arms are numb.
“Hmm. okay? really? Can’t we fight more?”
“… … .”
pretend to be angry one last time. He clenched his fist without saying a word.
Gilliot looked at me silently and nodded.
“I can’t help it. Good job. Fonte? take the window you won.”
“… … Yes, Instructor.”
Success!
Fonte made a strange face and withdrew the spear. He continued to shake his head. Repeatedly caressing the window and looking back at me.
‘It’s strange.’
Because that blow was sincere. Unless you were determined to destroy me at all, there was too much power.
‘Rather, it was to the point where I felt fortunate to have learned shadows.’
I barely got up and stood in front of Fonte. Like the first time, I put a fist on my chest and said goodbye.
It was the moment when I was about to turn around so powerlessly.
“Hey.”
“… … ?”
Fonte spoke to me. I just turned my head slightly and looked at him.
“What are you?”
Narrow eyes, between those narrow gaps, you can see the pupils shining fiercely. I gulped. Did you find out anything?
But it can’t be. This guy isn’t good at detecting magic yet. He must be questioning my ‘skills’ in purely blocking the attack of his own conversion.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I replied as if I didn’t know anything.
“You just… … !”
Fonte took a step towards me. Gilliot quickly blocked the front.
“Ponte. Small talk is forbidden. go down The next students are waiting.”
“Kuh… … sorry.”
Ponte bowed to Gilliot. In the meantime, I went back to my seat.
From the back of his head, the strange gazes of Ponte and the professors poured out, and from the front, gazes of blatant obscenity poured out.
In addition, Ackerman’s curious eyes and Cain’s face, whether it was envy or anger, were bonuses.
‘Please turn off your attention.’
This is the moment when I really feel that I am a black fire.
Even if you stand out even a little, it’s a mess, a mess.
‘… … still. This is a great success.’
I did just as well as I intended.
If the opponent is strong, do it moderately and lose. Probably not, but if the opponent is weaker than me, I fight moderately and win.
I did the former of them.
Since the opponent is Fontaine, blocking an attack once will add a lot of bonus points.
‘However? It won’t be enough to put you in Class A.’
It just falls right into the calculation. I barely restrained the corners of my mouth from rising.
I was even more happy that I had completed all of this within a day of entering the body of ‘Black Fire’, a trash with less than 10 strength.
Once the crisis is over, it is safe.
“Okay, next! Euron Taylor-Joy!”
Now, all you have to do is wait for the class assignment results.
* * *
Hahahoho, the unlucky guy from the Blackfire family was knocked out in one blow. The students secretly laughed and chatted with bated breath.
– Hey. did you just see those dark circles? really dismal
-No, how did you come to the combat world in the first place? Does that make sense?
-It’s a strange family that studies black magic. can’t be a rival
Those who don’t know anything laughed at Aren like that. To put it simply, ‘because I’m weak’, I didn’t understand what Aren showed me.
On the other hand, high-level students, including Ackerman, did not.
So did Gilliot.
The Dalian just now was a shock itself in a good way.
‘The absurd freshmen have entered.’
This is an impression of veteran instructor Gilliott’s first match.
Ponte’s speed is such that even Gilliot needs concentration to keep up with his eyes.
What else is that absurd attack?
strength.
speed.
accuracy.
technology.
none of them were missing.
The point of the fire dragon is that the lightning attribute was given to the spear. The second semester of the first year is the ‘Magic Attribute’ course that tells the basics, but Ponte was doing it perfectly.
Who would believe that this is first grade? It was safe to say that Ponte was already a finished warrior.
… … So it was even more disconcerting.
Aren doesn’t take his eyes off Fonte even for a fleeting moment. The dim pupils were terrifyingly precise.
Like a wild beast chasing its prey, Aren did not miss Ponte’s movements for a single moment.
And he blocked that great attack. Judging by those thin forearms, even the reaction is miraculous.
It’s a weak body that makes you wonder how it entered the combat world. The first time I saw Aren, I was so full of energy.
No, why the hell did Blackfire come to the combat class? That’s what Gilliot thought when he first saw Aren.
I wanted to finally see the class card make a mistake.
But no. Rather, it was accurately captured.
‘There’s no law that can be annoyingly wrong.’
The black fire guy must be a combat type.
It also has great potential.
However, at first glance, he is someone who has never held a sword in his entire life.
… … Like that family, they must have closed the blackout curtains and studied black magic.
It must be so, but I couldn’t understand the counterattack he just showed.
It seemed physically and physically difficult. Those bony forearms couldn’t stop Ponte’s spear.
How should I accept this? The moment I was thinking-
‘Black magic?’
Suddenly, I had such a question.
I wondered if he had just withstood the attack by using black magic.
It’s nothing else, because he’s the son of the famous ‘Blackfire’.
The moment he was attacked, he might have used some kind of black magic. Maybe he borrowed the power of the demons… … .
However, he soon shook his head.
‘There was no trace of black magic at all. If I had used magic in the first place, I would have felt it.’
Even if you are not a magician, if you are a veteran instructor, magic detection is possible. Since it’s a combat system that fights wizards in the first place, there’s even a separate subject called ‘magic detection’.
Rather, it is the combat system that reacts more sensitively to magical power. It must be a matter of survival.
No matter how much I thought about it, the moment I blocked the attack, I didn’t use magic. As a veteran instructor, there’s no way he would miss that. In the end, there is only one possibility left.
‘Is it innate?’
It wasn’t through black magic or trickery, but through pure talent.
As soon as he blocked it, he lost all his strength and fell to his knees as proof.
I somehow managed to block it once with my innate instinct, but then I put all my strength into it.
After that, the body has reached its limit to exert more force.
‘It’s not even impossible.’
Depending on how you hold the sword, depending on how you channel your power. Even with such a weak body, he might be able to withstand that formidable attack.
There is no need to worry about the evidence right in front of your eyes.
If he had used black magic or some kind of trick in the first place, he would have beaten Ponte. I couldn’t think of any reason to lose using magic.
Nobles know better than anyone what it means to stand out in class.
Gilliot decided not to doubt it any longer.
Above all, his long experience and his discernment are telling.
That guy named Aren is a ‘real exhaust’ lumber.
‘That child must be taught from the basics. I have great talent, but I have to develop my physical abilities step by step.’
He is a pearl buried in mud.
Gilliot is the one who finds the pearl and brings it to light.
Gilliot drew a B with a pen.
Aren’s profile document has a large B engraved on it.
“Okay, next! Euron Taylor-Joy!”
* * *
The half assignment sparring is over.
After the students waited for a while, the instructors gathered to coordinate their opinions and started a discussion.
Instructors and professors who watched all the matches would agree.
This time, freshmen are the best ever.
The average level is higher than ever. Some of the students were so outstanding that I wondered if they were really freshmen.
It’s hard to predict the outcome even if you confront the 3rd grader right away… … .
That’s why the concerns of the instructors who were in charge of class assignments grew.
There are a lot of students who want to be in class A, but there will be a limit to the number of students.
Each of them had different thoughts, but the more they shared their opinions, the more the class assignments became more or less coordinated.
Except for one person, the ‘Blackfire’ in question.
What Gilliott feared had just exploded.
“It doesn’t make sense that you could withstand that attack with that skinny body!”
“Then what? Please speak.”
“Everyone doesn’t talk, but I don’t doubt it.”
“… … .”
“Obvious. Isn’t that Blackfire? It must be black magic.”
“You don’t know the school rules, but isn’t black magic illegal?”
“Hmph, the Blackfire family is different. do you know Still the power of demons… … .”
“stop! Words go too far. professor. Stop guessing.”
The workshops came and went.
There are professors who feel each other, but try to remain neutral. There were also people who openly branded and attacked.
It’s an endless fight.
In the end, all eyes turned to Gilead, who had the final say.
“Instructor Gilliott. Let me tell you something. only! As the target is Black Fire, please consider the seriousness of the situation. Who knows if he borrowed the power of the demons?”
The priest-type Professor Julius opened his eyes and said. Because it was none other than the priest class, it was inevitable that it would be more sensitive to Black Fire.
‘Hmm. Let me make a decision here… … That naive Julius won’t go overboard.’
If he makes a decision he doesn’t like, he will definitely call an executive meeting.
Moreover, the target is Blackfire.
If you leave it alone, it’s obvious that you will continue to have problems.
‘We must definitely end here.’
It seemed necessary to go through the executive meeting and be sure that he did not use the power of the demons. In order for Aren to train comfortably in the future.
Anyway, Gilliot was confident. Because Aren is convinced that he did not use black magic or the power of demons.
It’s enough to be verified through the ‘Orb’ and proudly take it as a disciple. Then you won’t have to interfere with that annoying cleric.
He decided to tackle the situation head-on.
Gilliot untied his arms. Then he walked over and said. People paid attention to him.
“This… … I don’t think it’s a matter for us to judge.”
“then?”
“Let’s ask for an executive meeting.”
Julius laughed softly. As if to say, ‘You’ve been properly caught!’