Chapter 142 – True Education (1)
The second semester final exams have begun.
The final exam of the school year that is taken before the end of the year.
Since it is an important test to measure how one has grown over the year, a new test subject was added that was not available during the midterm exam.
Both interpersonal and group competitions.
As you may know just by hearing the name, it is a test that scores points by putting one-on-one and team-to-team fights.
Skip the team match because it is a showdown between teams that have now been formed.
The interpersonal competition is a test in which students with similar grades form a group and compete one-on-one with a randomly designated opponent in the group…
“If the opponent is wrong, it will be the end.”
I think there is a bit of luck involved in this.
For example, what if I, whose position is classified as a wizard, meet an opponent with an assassin position?
In general, wizards and assassins are known for their superlative jobs.
Assassins who quickly catch up with opponents, and wizards who need time to manifest their magic.
Can’t you just look at the picture?
“They say winning or losing has no effect on the score, but…”
The school also recognized that the compatibility of each position was clearly different, so it was nailed down that winning or losing had no effect on scoring.
The evaluation will depend on the content of the game.
In other words, if the wizard holds up well against the assassin, he will get a high score, and if the assassin has an advantage in terms of compatibility and does not finish the match quickly, he will get a low score.
But even this is ambiguous.
Because that example is literally an example of when a wizard easily endured against an assassin.
What if you give your head to the assassin without being able to activate the proper magic once?
There’s nothing to evaluate, so you’ll only get a minimum score.
If you think about it like this, the scale itself is already tilted slightly to one side.
“Well, that has nothing to do with me.”
Whether it’s a sloped playground or a flat playground, it doesn’t matter to me.
Why?
‘Cause I’m flying
The slope of the playground affects only those who have to run hard there.
Wouldn’t it be a matter of no concern to a person who is flying without setting his feet on the ground?
It is said that the opponent of the match will be notified three days before the start of the match, and that day is today.
“If you wait, it will come.”
I thought it would come when the time came, and today, as always, I visited the private practice room.
Normally, I would have gone straight to the practice room.
“880,000 won was charged.”
“Ah, yes.”
… Before entering, I paid for the practice sword I blew the other day.
I tried to repair it if possible, but it was so perfectly broken that they said that the only answer was to replace it.
Since it was 100% my fault, I paid the bill on the spot without saying anything.
“Oh, and this…”
After paying, the practice room equipment manager handed me an item wrapped in a white cloth.
I tried to lift the fabric…
The sword handle is placed in a lump.
“I sent it in for repair, and the only thing that was revived was the handle…”
“Ah.”
So… , Since I paid for the practice sword, are you saying that I should bring the spare handle at least?
After all, the ownership of the broken sword is no different from me who paid the price, so I have the authority to handle it, so it’s right to take it over.
Why do I feel strangely bad?
Until a little while ago, I felt like I was being compensated for what I broke, but now that I receive this, it feels like I paid 880,000 won for a useless item.
“If you don’t need it, we will take care of it…”
He looked down at the handle resting on his palm, then shook his head.
“No, I’ll just take care of it.”
It’s a useless handle, but it has only one use for me.
If we are super omnivorous slimes, we will eat even this because it is delicious.
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After finishing practice in time for the evening, I went back to my room after having dinner with Shin Yoo-jung and Jung-hee.
I’ve filled my stomach, so now I have to fill my stomach too.
“Let’s have dinner, sweetie!”
Jump jump jump!
As if he had waited, he jumped and jumped in place.
I took the handle of my sword out of my bag and set it down in front of him.
“Hehe! This is 880,000 won worth of food, you know.”
Of course, I can’t guarantee that the taste is 880,000 won.
Geumseulyi trembled in front of the handle.
“Eat quickly.”
As soon as my words fall, the guy jumps up and lands on the handle.
I tried to get rid of it by eating this and that, so I trained it harshly, and from then on, I stopped eating anything until I gave an order.
The way she holds back her instincts in front of her prey and waits for my command is admirable and cute, but… , Honestly questionable.
“Isn’t this a slime only in shape?”
Slime is known as a monster that moves only by relying on instinct, but no matter how you look at it, it seems that its intelligence is far beyond normal.
Even that digestive ability is like that.
Jump!
On the subject of slime, does it make sense to melt the handle of a sword in just 30 seconds?
Even the acidic slime from the B-class dungeon wouldn’t be able to melt the sword that fast.
“I’ll have to check it out sometime…”
Right now, they are small and cute, so I keep them as pets, but if you dig deep, there are not just one or two things that I don’t like.
I wonder if it’s time to catch me and do some research.
The moment I pay close attention to Kkiseul who runs around with his stomach full.
Gying-
A message has arrived.
The sender… , School.
“Ah, that’s it.”
It seems that the opponent for the interpersonal match has been confirmed.
“Let’s see…”
Open the message and check the other person’s basic information contained in the attached file.
“What.”
It’s a familiar face
[PvP Opponent Information]
Name: Jihoon Baek
Age: 20 years old
Position: Assassin
Jihoon Baek.
An assassin who once had a party with Shin Yoo-jung at the beginning of the second semester.
At first glance, he was a guy who disapproved of me while showing off his likes for Shin Yoo-jung.
“Hey, this is intertwined like this again.”
I hadn’t run into him for a while because there were no overlapping classes, so I had forgotten about him.
“Well, life is fun after all.”
I didn’t really like the look in your eyes last time, but I’ll take this opportunity to suppress it.
* * *
Baek Ji-hoon was one of countless people.
At the time of orientation for first year freshmen.
“Nice to meet you guys! I am Shin Yoo-jung. Good luck in the future!”
One of her many classmates, one of her seniors, who was bewitched by her as she proudly introduced herself with her bright blond hair.
If there is only one difference between him and them, it is that he did not participate in the baptism of confessions pouring in every day.
And, unlike the guys who ran away from her wild side of beating up her senior without hesitation, on the contrary, it is that she has a deeper heart for her appearance.
Also, he was different from the fire moths who could not hide their feelings and jumped into the fire.
“Shin Yu-jeong wins. Good job, you can go down now.”
Shin Yoo-jeong won an overwhelming victory against a warrior career group with similar results.
As if he had waited for her, he approached her, holding her towel and cold water in each of her hands.
“Congrats.”
“Oh, thank you.”
He smiled as she watched her casually take her water and her towel.
Baek Ji-hoon decided that he would rather be friends than confess in an immature atmosphere.
So, as if he had no interest in her, he distanced herself from her as if she were just her same-sex friend… , The operation was successful.
By the time the first semester was almost over, he had become close enough to the point of laughing and chatting while sitting next to each other in the same class.
I thought it wouldn’t be unreasonable to cross the line of being friends after a while.
The second semester was greeted with such a hopeful future.
He ran into a crisis as soon as he started.
The sudden appearance of a special admissions student in the magic department was a problem.
Shin Yoo-jung, who quenched her throat with the water Baek Ji-hoon handed over, asked.
“Your opponent was Kim Do-jin, right?”
To this, he replied with a bright smile.
“That’s right.”
Then Shin Yoo-jung made a slightly dark expression and recited in a low voice.
“It’s getting difficult…”
The smile drawn on Baek Ji-hoon’s lips twisted slightly.
He thought she was worried about her Kim Do-jin.
Her own position is an assassin.
To the sorcerer Kim Do-jin, he was nothing short of a natural enemy.
Soon, as if she had never done that, Shin Yoo-jung slapped Baek Ji-hoon on the shoulder and said.
“Well, cheer up.”
Contrary to expectations, the target Shin Yoo-jung felt sorry for was Baek Ji-hoon, not Kim Do-jin.
She knows now
‘That bastard is not an ordinary wizard.’
It means that Kim Do-jin is not an ordinary wizard.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what’s different, but at least it’s clear that they’re hiding more than they reveal.
Otherwise, there would be no way for a wizard to go into a dungeon by himself and come out cleanly without even a small wound.
Shin Yoo-jung was concerned about him and left her one last request.
“Do it in moderation.”
If you can’t do it in moderation, you say to abstain.
However, Baek Ji-hoon took it differently.
It means to not bother Kim Do-jin too much and to end it well at the right time.
“Okay, I’ll try carefully.”
He said that to Shin Yoo-jung, who passed by, but her heart was not at all like that.
Just in time, the speaker called the next opponent.
[Baek Ji-hoon and Kim Do-jin entered the training ground.]
Finally, in his turn to return, Baek Ji-hoon entered the arena with a dignified security guard.
By the time he reached the center of the arena.
On the other side, Kim Do-jin was coming up at a slow pace.
Looking at him, the heart that calmed down calmly began to bloom again.
Baek Ji-hoon’s view of Kim Do-jin was ‘the guy who sprinkled ashes on the finished rice’.
He never wanted to return the man who had taken the position he deserved.
‘I’ll be sure to let her go out on a stretcher.’
Nonsensical words flowed through his ears, full of thoughts of destroying him.
As it is a sparring to find out the growth trend, there are ceremonial words not to use too many numbers.
[Coupling begins.]
Finally, the sparring began.
Having already incapacitated wizards several times, he knows how to deal with the tribe of wizards so that he can cook easily.
After occupying the back with ultra-high-speed movements that they can never follow, they push so that they can’t even breathe, let alone manifest magic.
Baek Ji-hoon immediately grabbed his dagger in both hands and threw himself.
His Agility is a whopping 45.
Looking at the agility level alone, it is not enough to compare with the 2nd and 3rd graders as well as the 1st graders.
Baek Ji-hoon, who dominated the back of Kim Do-jin, who was standing at a distance with his swift movements containing the essence, was confident of victory with a grim smile.
‘Die!’
He threw down his dagger.
It was a dagger that crushed the blade so as not to seriously injure the opponent, but it didn’t matter.
A sword blade is of no use in breaking limbs.
That moment when I was expecting the feeling of crushing the opponent’s bones that I would feel soon.
A thick wall rose in front of Baek Ji-hoon’s eyes.
「Stone Wall.」
At the same time, Dojin Kim’s voice was heard.
“I’ve felt this since long ago, assassins are… , Creativity or novelty? I think that’s a bit lacking.”
“What… ?”
While Baek Ji-hoon asked back with a puzzled expression, the wall blocking him collapsed.
Kim Do-jin slowly turned his back toward him.
And he continued with a sly smile.
“You know they will win if they hold back.”
Isn’t it proof that simply aiming at the back of a fictional day is insufficient in many ways?
Baek Ji-hoon’s face twisted into a grim face at Kim Do-jin’s taunting tone.
