Chapter 14 – Episode 14. Astrid Fought
The most worrying moment has arrived.
As Astrid von Mitterien, the most embarrassing thing after waking up was none other than the powerlessness in her body.
If it wasn’t enough that a person living as a modern person was suddenly dragged into this fantasy, if the owner of that body was originally a fighter who was called the leopard of the snowy field.
What should I do if I suddenly have to fight with a greatsword?
Colossal physical strength combined with the power of a giant called divine power.
A sense of battle close to instinct called divine martial arts.
Astrid, who had no hesitation in slashing the throats of her foreign people along with her father, Wolfgang, while combining these two with her warlike nature. But not anymore.
She quickly got used to handling a greatsword. There was nothing difficult about her weight, since she had power anyway.
The problem is technology.
The power that Astrid learned and accumulated throughout her life is not present in Astrid. So there was a high possibility that she could do nothing at the point where she was supposed to show off her powerlessness.
Variant flicked his fingers lightly, and a fence suddenly began to form in the wide space between his desk and the cadets’ desks.
Its shape was hexagonal, and the space with all the fences erected looked like a ring.
“Come on in.”
Variant had a smile on his face.
It wasn’t the kind of laugh you would see an outstanding student. She was like the smile of a warrior welcoming an opponent he could fight, and Astrid finally knew.
This author deliberately named himself.
He wanted to defeat Astrid von Mitterien, not the cadet Astrid.
Realizing the truth, a sudden tension began to wrap around her body.
A shudder ran through my body, excitement passed through my mind, and an unknown pleasure began to soar.
“Hey, can you laugh? You can afford it.”
Variant looked a bit surprised.
Astrid then realized that she was laughing.
She didn’t mean to, and she didn’t even notice. She was laughing instinctively.
Goddess is moving.
Inside her ring stood Astrid, holding a wooden greatsword in one hand.
And on the other side of it, a Variant holding a similarly wooden ax stood facing him.
“Now, is there anyone among you who prides themselves on being stronger than the Astrid cadet here?”
Silence reigned in the training hall.
Even Leopold couldn’t answer.
The name of the Mitterien family is like that.
A family that protects the north and does not allow foreigners to invade the territory of the empire even one step.
Immortal Messenger, Wolfgang.
The snowy leopard, Astrid.
The black bear of the snowfield, Ashley.
Astrid von Mitterien, the eldest daughter of the Mitterien family, who symbolizes nothingness in the Empire, is now standing in this ring.
And you can deal with her.
In Variant’s chest, the spirit of victory burns black.
“Yes, then Cadet Astrid. If you know your skills, you can roughly know the skills of the jockey cadets, right?”
“… I think you are guessing.”
‘There’s no way there’s no one stronger than me.’
Whether or not he knew Astrid’s thoughts, Variant swung his one-handed ax and warmed up lightly.
“Don’t worry, Astrid. I just want to see your skills.”
For such a thing, Variant’s expression was full of joy.
It must be because he is a warrior. The person in Astrid right now isn’t a warrior, but I thought maybe it was.
“It’s light, Astrid. Got it?”
“Did you ever need my consent?”
Astrid is also not in a good mood.
Even if you came in knowing that you were in the military, it was not very pleasant to treat cadets at random like this.
“You have a good spirit, yes. So let’s get started There, Cadet Leopold. Come here.”
That confidence of speaking plainly even though he knew he was the crown prince. I don’t know if it’s because he’s a warrior or an instructor, but Leopold, whose name was called, got up from his seat and approached the ring without a very unpleasant face.
“Count to three, and say start.”
It looked like it was going to start in earnest.
Give strength to the hand holding the greatsword.
An unfamiliar sensation burrowing into your hand.
I could feel Leopold’s gaze approaching the ring without even turning his head.
An unfamiliar sensation enveloped his entire body.
I can feel the eyes of the cadets reaching out.
Leopold’s gaze standing next to the ring is somewhat concerned.
You can feel the instructor’s gaze passing through his hand, through his forearm, and towards his shoulder.
The instructor’s ax was slowly lifted, and eventually he got into his stance.
“Start!”
I heard Leopold’s voice announcing the start, and the ax cut from left to right.
Your body is faster than you think.
I feel the ax hit the side of the greatsword, flying splinters of wood and soaring up the face of the greatsword.
I lay down the greatsword that was standing next to him and stab the instructor with the handle.
Didn’t reach
It is far.
I swung the greatsword horizontally and deeply with the momentum to pierce his handle.
The greatsword is longer than the axe. Richie is up here.
However, the instructor was no longer there.
Up
I could feel the ax hitting me from above, and it was too late to raise my greatsword to block it.
Backed away
Even if it was a little late, it would have been right.
The ax was struck in the place where he retreated.
‘He said he would treat his hands.’
I shouldn’t have believed it in the first place. Astrid thought and drew her greatsword.
It’s slow instead of long, strong instead of slow, but you have to match that strength to show it off.
“Why, are you tired already?”
“It’s not like that, but it seems like you’re more sincere than I thought.”
A strange sensation enveloped her body.
All five senses are straightened up, and I can feel what the other person is doing more quickly than I can directly see.
Thinking is slow.
Movement is faster
“I will go.”
Holding the greatsword upright, I dug in with his left foot. Stepping on your left foot, raise the greatsword from the upper right to the lower left.
Step on your right foot and rotate your entire body. The greatsword aims at the lower end as if it rotates from left to right, and as expected, the instructor jumps slightly to avoid it.
Then, the body that was spinning only slightly twists the direction–
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‘The instructor clearly has the upper hand in technology.’
Akemilla Ureid muttered quietly in the training hall, filled with the sound of trees colliding.
From her point of view, her skills were clearly above the instructors.
It is a greatsword that is slow instead of possessing outstanding destructive power, but it is so powerful that it flies in a path that normal greatswords cannot move.
However, Astrid’s greatsword was frequently blocked by the instructor’s axe, and the instructor’s one-handed ax penetrated every gap and hindered Astrid’s movement.
Whispers were heard from the surroundings, whispering that Astrid might not be as strong as she thought.
However, they are overlooking the fact that the battle has already been going on for nearly 20 minutes, and unless you have decent stamina, you can’t continue such a close-quarters battle for 20 minutes.
‘Technology definitely has an edge, but… Why… ‘
Astrid doesn’t look nervous at all.
After thinking about it, Akemilla was able to understand where Astrid was leading this fight.
And at the same time as she was thinking about it, the sound of breaking trees crackled.
The ax head flew off and hit the fence before rolling to the ground.
‘As expected.’
Akemilla smiled faintly.
As you thought
Astrid’s greatsword used its superior reach to cut off the tree bit by bit, blocking the instructor’s escape route.
In comparison, Astrid himself was avoiding the flying ax and reducing the damage of his weapon. Here is the result.
The instructor’s ax is broken, and Astrid’s greatsword remains.
“Is it over?”
Astrid smiled faintly as she raised her greatsword at the instructor, her opponent.
Towards her, the instructor—
“No way.”
And in an instant, the instructor attempts a deep tackle towards Astrid’s waist.
Astrid, as if expecting even that, threw away the greatsword at the same time that the instructor dug in, and let the instructor’s tackle slip away.
“It’s quite right.”
The tackle of conversion failed, but the instructor’s expression was not bad.
“Now you too are empty-handed, Cadet Astrid.”
“Piccha is empty-handed. Then there is only one left, right?”
“Yes. I know you well, Astrid.”
Even the word cadet disappeared before anyone knew it.
When the instructor raised both arms and ran, Astrid also raised both arms and clashed with him.
A primitive fight in which each other grabs each other’s hands as if two bears were fighting for strength.
Astrid, who appears to be an extremely slender woman, and Variant, who is as tall as a brown bear, are engaged in a power struggle to the point where, at first glance, words cannot be established.
However, the result is completely different.
“Geuhup… !”
Astrid, with her pure white face, holding down the Variant without even changing her expression.
In contrast, Variant, who gritted his teeth, made a grotesque sound while sweating continuously.
Little by little, Variant’s arms begin to bend, and even Variant’s knees, which couldn’t overcome Astrid’s power to press down, bent—-
– Tung.
With a sound echoing through the ring floor, Variant dropped to one knee.
– Turton.
Finally, both knees were touching the ground, and if Astrid pressed down a little more, even his arms would be completely bent.
“Good fight, thank you. Instructor. I wish you all the best in the future.”
Suddenly Astrid loosened her hands and straightened her posture.
As if the battle was over, as if the battle was over.
Without waiting for her reply, Astrid bowed deeply to her kneeling instructor, Variant, bowed her head, then picked up her greatsword and returned to her seat.
And Akhemilla was looking at her like that with her curious eyes.
‘… How did you win?’
Astrid, who returned to her seat and sat down, she couldn’t understand what she was saying.
As soon as Astrid sat down, the restrained tension was released, and his body trembled lightly.
The tremors spread throughout his body, and finally, the tips of his hands began to tremble.
Then, suddenly, someone’s hand on the shoulder from behind.
“Hick.”
Astrid was startled by that sudden touch and shrunk his body—-
“Astrid. Are you okay? I am shaking a lot.”
It was Leopold.
