Chapter 381 – Secret Sword (3)
The gymnasium of the Armials family.
When the leader of the Nordga family’s knights misunderstood and was dumbfounded after only receiving quick training, Poetoslit, who was being dragged out and training even on holidays, muttered to his classmates.
〈… Hey, don’t you like that bastard?〉
His classmate, whose head was shaved to focus on his self-discipline, followed Poeto’s direction out of curiosity, and noticed the family guest standing there like a scarecrow, his eyes widening to protrude.
“Poeto. Unless I’m blind, the only person here other than us who can say ‘that bastard’ is the customer over there?]
“Yeah, that bastard. Aren’t you unlucky?〉
Another classmate growled lowly at Poetto. A child who was deprived of even the weekend, saying that his skills were not enough, said such an arrogant thing to a guest of the family? If they were unlucky, they might even receive a pay cut or punishment due to joint responsibility.
No, that’s good enough. If he was kicked out of the Secret Sword Knights for rudeness to guests, his future would be bleak.
A family that would welcome a low-ranking knight who was kicked out for rudeness to a customer? There is only one place where the back is rotten. If you don’t want to die while being used as an arrowhead, you’ll have to live your life as an adventurer-like ephemera.
That was a common phrase for third-rate knights like them. It was the entrance gate, but I couldn’t end up as a low-ranking article. I used to be a knight at the adventurer’s guild’s pub when I was younger~ Isn’t life too miserable to say the same thing!
But Poeto beat him in the chest as if they were cramped.
“No, you stupid bastards. Can’t you just look at it? That bastard, even if you look at what he says, he’s a pure cheater!〉
The comrades’ complexions were now pale, and they even looked around, wondering what to do if there were people listening.
Fortunately, however, the dark-haired Kitai guest did not seem to have heard, and it was right after the knight commander had rigorous training because he felt guilty for not being able to prevent the master’s death. Other than them, there were no other knights out on the weekend training.
Poeto kept making fun of what he thought of the silence of his classmates.
Poet’s motive, who had been saying that, shut his mouth. You were invited as a guest, but you came out to train yourself? I never saw him sighing blankly at the ceiling like that. As suspicion flashed in the eyes of his classmates, Poett said triumphantly. ‘If he was a swindler, he would have refused to the end, and if he was a good enough bastard to be patronized by a real family, why would he do that? That’s the typical reaction of a bastard who didn’t go the way he wanted. That guy was forcibly dragged out.>
Poett, who had been educated in a rather wealthy family, had a strange persuasive power in his words. His motives hesitantly objected.
〈Sweeping out the filthy strong monsters, Sir Diavolo… It wasn’t anymore. He said he also defeated the Warlock of Immortalis?〉
〈… If the captain wanted to check that bastard’s skills, why did he leave without watching?〉
─Exactly! Poette snapped his fingers.
〈What if you are really talented?〉
Poett, who was feverish at the continued questioning, stopped swearing.
‘What’s so wrong with you? Even if that bastard is really a master, wouldn’t it be fine if he said “Thank you” For teaching in moderation?〉
The other motives also began to be a little tempted by the meticulous plan they had prepared for the retreat—that’s how they looked. It was also true that Poet looked at them as if they were stupid, and he was furious.
It was good to become a knight dreaming of gaining fame, but some of the other classmates were promoted to intermediate knights long ago, so they were still low-ranking knights. It is a position that thirsts for the good evaluation of the boss.
Besides, they were not jealous of the treatment of the beneficiaries of the huge amount of support.
What if an adventurer who is less talented than themselves and lives a dissolute life without effort gets the benefits with a lie?
As a family knight, this is something that can never be overlooked. It was a problem that I couldn’t get over even if I put aside my ugly jealousy.
Poett’s classmates made excuses like that, and giggled behind Poett’s back, who did not doubt that he believed in his thoughts.
… And, it didn’t take 10 minutes for them to regret their poor judgment.
***
‘Are you really okay? This sword is made of iron even though it is not sharpened?〉
As if it was a lie to harden his face at my provocation, the blue-eyed sweet potato spoke proudly. They were making fun of me, pretending to be concerned about throwing my knife away and stepping into the arena.
Is it because he has become accustomed to flying provocative machines in his spare time? When I instinctively inserted the provocation command, the blue sweet potato turned red and blue up and down like the Taegeuk pattern.
〈… Have no regrets.〉
─Suck. A sweet potato that straightens the blade that killed the blade. Why is Siphalum opening his eyes so much? I raised my finger
“Before that, I’ll put some handicaps on me.”
Pajijijik-!!
A 〈 Lightning Missile 〉 appeared above my finger. It was almost the size of a catapult rather than an arrow, but it was a little bigger than I thought, so even I who used magic was a bit surprised.
‘Sparrow, I can’t control the power after using it for the first time in a while.’
I was so flustered, but to appear calm on the outside, I rotated the
The blue sweet potato opened its eyes wide and opened its mouth. Mister, the tip of the knife is shaking.
‘So, I am both a warrior and a wizard. But if I keep my distance and fight, the knight won’t be able to train me.〉
Making excuses, I pulled out the mana pipeline from my wrist. It is the Great Absorption Method that the black magician Corutus used to teach.
─Chuck! The extended green mana connected me and the blue sweet potato’s wrists like a rope.
“What is this?”
In other words, it was a declaration that we would only move within 3 meters even when we kept our distance.
3 meters. It seems long, but it is a short distance. Modern people know how short a 1-meter phone charger cable is.
Although three meters was three times that, it was by no means long or far. It was the distance between the arm and the sword that could be reached with just one step, and it was the most unfavorable distance for me without a weapon.
─Kidduk!
When I set the handicap, the blue sweet potato, scared by the
“You seem to be underestimating us too much?”
I was going to give it more credit, but I changed my mind because it seemed like it would be bothersome to become a problem later.
‘I’ve been skipping over how to use the aura for a while, but it’s rare to find a punching bag that I can throw around so casually.’
There are only 3 or 4 martial arts that I acquired while carrying out the Tyrsi rescue operation, but I have not yet fully mastered this. Right now, I’m in a situation where I can’t even use the second half of 【Gerture】.
‘Let’s try and digest them one by one.’
– Knock, knock.
I put my hand behind my back with one hand and wiggled my hand. It was a provocative posture worthy of a master.
Beast Return did not activate. If the mana coating is overwritten, even if these bastards wield a hundred-blade sword, I won’t get a single scratch, and then our Kyobojae friends will lose their motivation.
〈… I’ll learn a lesson!!〉
The blue sweet potato raised his sword high as he raised his veins.
