10 – routine
It is said that the most important things in the academy are combat and heroism. That’s why I heard that classes on combat-related skills are intense.
So, the professor of the combat basics lecture threatened to fill up the time even though it was the first day.
“I’m Jermyn Mirgul. I’ll skip the small talk and get into the evaluation of your combat skills. Let each of you stand in front of me with a weapon you’re confident in.”
“Are you seeing each one?”
“No, look at it at once. Stand with a spare distance.”
I picked up one of the weapons scattered on the floor. ‘Cause it doesn’t matter anyway
That’s how I stood awkwardly, holding a dagger whose blade was worn out and rusted and whose blade was about to break.
“It’s okay to show off moves you learned in the past. It’s okay to show off your own moves. It’s okay to just swing. Try to appeal yourself somehow.”
As he said, he gently swung his sword. Feeling longing for the first time in a long time, recalling old memories little by little, I started sparring by imagining enemies as I did before.
The target is Odrox. The warrior, possessing the power to hold a greatsword with one hand, held up a shield with the other hand to gain destructive and defensive power at the same time.
And I stopped imagining that I couldn’t get over 5 go to Odrox, who was just imagining.
The result of the sparring ended with my body splitting vertically.
Zermune Mirgul took a quick look at the movements of the cadets and called out their names.
“..and.. bandages, you.”
I didn’t write my name, so he roughly called it a bandage. He glanced at me and pointed in one direction with his index finger.
I glanced through it with my own eyes, but it was a group of cadets with roughly mid-level skills.
Still, how do you get to the middle level?
Seeing that he received such reviews even though it was not my main fighting style, it seemed that Zermune was more generous than I thought.
The group split up like that, and each started sparring according to Zermune’s words.
Thorman was assigned to the middle of the strongest four, and now in front of my eyes…
“hahahaha. I never thought the moment to change my mind would come this soon.”
A prion was standing.
“You weren’t second? I guess you’re not good at fighting?”
“..My specialty is magic. Cheeky commoner.”
“Ah. Really? Anyway, let’s do sparring. A priest from outside has also come, so it doesn’t matter if we hit and harass each other.”
“Yes, come first. I’m stronger, so I’ll hand over the first strike.”
“Thank you,” I replied internally, and immediately stomped my feet toward him. And with that rusty dagger, he aimed and stabbed his heart.
However, Prion avoided my stab with a graceful gesture saying that he was second in the academy in his own way..
“First, I’ll take off that bandage!”
Saying an explicit goal, he swung the spear sword at me.
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No, who gets caught in such a bluff.
Turn your body slightly to avoid the knife and counterattack. Wrapping his outstretched arm tightly, he moved the dagger to his other hand and stabbed him again.
and avoidance of prions. The battle between the prion, which moves quite well, and my resignation from active duty continues for a long time.
Such a battle ended in my defeat. Prion’s sword was stuck in his shoulder as a result of his poor posture due to wrong footing.
Prion spoke to me with his mouth tight for a moment at the dull pain he felt for the first time in a while.
“As expected, he was the one who tried to look unusual on the outside. To lose to me who didn’t even use magic.”
There was no blade and the tip was blunt, so I didn’t get a penetrating wound, but I stabbed it with a hard stick, and it couldn’t help but hurt. But, well, not to the point of just screaming and rolling on the floor.
It was more fun to do sparring after a long time. I glanced at the prion arrogantly looking down at me, then stood up and grabbed the knife.
“Hey, let’s do it again. It’s fun.”
“..Fun? This is sparring. Be serious.”
He doesn’t like what I said.
But,
“If your body is tired, but your mind is also tired, isn’t it tiring? Let’s enjoy it.”
Words you say to yourself when fighting. But he looks at me with a disgusted face, as if he can’t understand.
“You don’t have talent, but your mental state is also rotten. I’ll fix it.”
Prion memorizes an incantation. ‘Flame,’ ‘Come out of your fingertips,’ ‘Ride on the sword body,’ ‘Majestic,’ ‘Burn up.’
It wasn’t a magic composed of many sentences, but the flames that were exerted were burning quite strongly, as if the magic power of the person himself was considerable.
The red light emanating from the sword body was enough to see even with my blind eyesight.
“..Prion Coulson.”
Zermune approached and held Prion by the shoulder to dissuade him. It meant that it was still too early to use magic.
“sorry.”
Prion nodded obediently and turned off the light. But even after that, the anger was not resolved, so I had a sparring with quite violent and sharp swords.
The combat basics class is over. Prion didn’t even look at me, and as if he was annoyed, he turned his knife and left the classroom.
I got up, brushed off the sand, and left the classroom. Zermune was watching me without moving from the spot, probably intending to leave the lecture hall after confirming that I was leaving.
“It’s big.”
Returning to my room, I called only Thor.
“Why.”
“It’s fun because it’s moving. Can I do it with you when you exercise?”
“..hahahaha! Did you finally find fun in moving your body? But you’re not taking it out in the middle?”
I nodded at his bold words. I also do not kneel with persistence anywhere.
Rather, you’d better be careful.
Don’t daisy with my passion.
..
“help me.”
“Let’s do one more! One zero-cha-“
“Save me please.”
“Don’t talk! Hold your breath! Hold your abdominal pressure tight! Now go down-! I’m helping you! Your back is bent! Don’t talk! Be careful!”
“Help me, really.”
I’m dying.
“Okay~ You’re up? Look. You can just do it. There’s nothing you can’t do? Now take a break~”
I want to live.
“Have you rested? Let’s begin.”
“Wait a minute. Stop squatting..”
“Good posture comes from a good lower body! Next we go to lunges!”
what is lunge He said something strange like a squat before, and he’s torturing me.
I don’t think it was that hard even when we fought.
Wait a minute, muscle monster, don’t come close to me..!!
“Heavy man, I might really die, are you okay?”
“You know how busy you get to breathe right before you really dig?”
“Oh…thank you for the good information.”
“Right? Let’s start now.”
“help me.”
An attempt to escape failed.
The only time I got away from him after that was when my legs started to falter just from standing there like a newborn calf.