novelraw Chapter 141 : Chapter 141
Chapter 141 : Chapter 141
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From morning, numerous carriages entered the academy.
Even normally, countless carriages carrying materials came and went due to the academy's expansion and reconstruction, but today's carriages seemed five times more numerous than usual.
The composition of the carriages was also unique. While freight wagons usually predominated, today there were far more stagecoaches (Wagons) for transporting people.
The carriages lined up neatly in the open space at the newly constructed dormitory site.
Students began loading their luggage onto them as if they had been waiting.
It is as orderly as soldiers, really.
Gwen sighed as she watched the scene.
It means they are well trained.
We are not a military academy. I sometimes think they are too well trained for just ordinary academy students.
Oh, come on, Dean. That is the way to save even one more student in the future!
Rozalin grumbled beside her as if frustrated.
Gwen also just sighed since she was not unaware of the situation.
I knew well what part she was worried about.
I was not much different from her feelings either.
Let us think of it as giving the students a new experience. No students of any academy have ever had the experience of directly organizing and building an academy themselves.
We are doing what we have only heard of in legends.
A very long time ago.
Someone realized the necessity of education and decided to establish an academy.
However, an academy was not the kind of building that could be created by just one person's determination.
The site had to be large, and instructors were needed to conduct lectures.
People were needed to handle administrative tasks, and above all, students were needed.
Therefore, the earliest academies had an establishment process that was like pioneering in every aspect.
Students would rush out after class to lend a hand in building the school buildings, or when money was short, students would work part-time jobs to donate funds.
There was an era when such romantic tales were passed down like legends.
However, such stories were from at least several hundred years ago.
Now that academies had become commonplace, students stepping forward to assist with academy administration was nothing short of exploitation.
And yet the academy was doing such exploitation itself.
It is not because the academy is lacking, is it? We need someone to deceive the government department, so do not be too discouraged.
Ugh... I will become a better chairman.
I looked at Gwen and smiled.
She would certainly become a good chairman.
It was not simply a sentimental statement.
Once the academy city was ultimately completed, her status would rise to a level incomparable to now.
She would not just be simply the dean of the academy, but would have a status approximately equivalent to a vice-lord of the Akarind territory.
No, she might have an even higher status than that.
The identity of the academy city is the academy. Not the lord.
The lord of the Akarind Academy was the person in charge of the administration, public order, law and criminal punishment, and military power of the Akarind territory.
And the dean was the person in charge of everything else.
Simply looking at power alone, the lord would be stronger, but Gwen's influence within the territory would become far higher.
Having finished preparations to some extent, I went to Shasha.
She was noticeably nervous.
Can I really do this?
I am entrusting this to you because I believe in you.
Someone like me, what am I...
Shasha shook her head as if it made no sense.
However, I trusted Shasha quite a bit.
Shasha took charge of Bridget and Eleveth and did her best to educate them.
Eleveth's expression, which had been filled with venom, became a bit gentler, and Bridget also lost some of her usual sharpness.
She got along well with the students, and watching her, she was quick-witted.
Moreover, she was even learning sword aura, making her good at responding in dangerous situations with the students.
Even compared to others, she was the most optimal talent.
Go on.
Yes.
I finished greeting the students, teachers, and teaching assistant and boarded the carriage.
The total number of people in this carriage was six.
Hati, Rozalin, me, Serris, Pan.
And the Spear God.
Abrahal's sense must be dead. Sending us the Spear God grandpa who almost died to us. Grandpa, did you get hated by Abrahal? It is right that he dumped you on us asking to be discarded after use, is it not?
As soon as she saw the Spear God, Rozalin growled like a hunting dog.
Hati's gaze was also not kind, as if emotions had risen.
Serris also had an intense reaction. Unlike the usual Serris, he was frowning a little.
It was slight, but since the usually pale-complexioned and always-smiling merchant Serris had hardened his face, the difference was considerable.
They said the Spear God was hated by the Holy Kingdom.
However, the Spear God passed over all those gazes as if they were nothing.
Rather, his gaze only scanned various parts of my body.
You have built up your body quite well in the meantime.
Hati worked hard. She had to help someone who had never trained his body in his life.
That muscle idiot believes that if she rests from exercise even for a day, her muscles will be lost. Not bad for building up a body. Heh heh.
Is that a compliment or an insult? And muscle loss really does exist!
Hati was truly someone who worshipped muscles like the Spear God's sarcasm.
Should I say she was someone for whom muscle training and muscle maintenance had become a kind of religion?
Freutche was also someone who knew well about the human body and organized a system, but Hati was different in nature.
If Freutche pursued repetitive exercise and gradual improvement, Hati pursued compressed exercise in a short period.
From squats to short-distance intervals, she tormented people to the point of making them vomit everything in their bodies in just a few minutes.
However, thanks to that, I was able to gain truly systematic knowledge about my body.
It also helped a lot in training to teach the students.
Above all, my body became truly healthy.
Swinging the sword also became easier.
It did not seem to be because I had trained and built up my body well.
Certainly after I collapsed last time, my body seemed to have improved.
Since Ulf, Yuria, and Ganemia were not here, I could not ask.
I felt a bit uncomfortable asking Serris about it.
After examining my body, he seemed like he would say strange things like this is not a human body or something.
I wonder if Yuria is doing well.
I heard news of her through Serris.
After Yuria came to her senses in the Holy Kingdom, she was said to be devoted to classes to become a saintess.
Apparently she was quite diligent in her classes, and it seemed her mind had become quite stable after returning to her hometown after a long time.
You seem worth fighting.
Old man. You have not forgotten who we are going to face, have you? It is Perdius, you know? We are going to have a match with those Lionheart bastards, so let us go nicely, nicely, okay?
Tsk tsk, I do not understand how you can be afraid with a fight ahead. Young people these days have no spirit.
Do old people have no common sense?
Even if I were facing a demon, do you think my fighting spirit would disappear?
Is that something to brag about?
Rozalin.
At my low call, Rozalin clicked her tongue with a tch, crossed her arms, and leaned back deeply.
It will be a long journey ahead. A sparring match... is fine. Let us do it this evening.
Teacher!
Teacher?
Heh heh. Yes. That is how you should be. As expected, the only one with spirit here is you, Teacher!
Everyone reproached me as if it made no sense.
However, I quietly closed my eyes and recalled in my head the attack I had seen from him before.
The Spear God's spear covered the world, drawing a long arc.
...But it is okay.
Was it because I saw General's wing attack?
I was no longer afraid of the Spear God's spear.
When the spear is broken like that.
What kind of movement would the Spear God show?
I became curious.
When the day grew dark, we stopped the carriages in a fairly wide clearing.
If we stopped the carriages in a shoddy forest area or canyon, it would be advantageous to the Spear God.
Last time, the match between Hati and the Spear God was also greatly affected by the terrain features, was it not?
The place where we stopped was wide open in all directions with nowhere to maneuver.
It was a place where if wild animals or monsters attacked, we would have to face them directly.
It was the worst place for an ordinary campsite, but when strong people of this caliber gathered, it was meaningless.
Just having each person stand night watch would be enough to block out most enemies.
Until getting off the carriage, Rozalin pouted and grumbled.
Teacher. Would it not be better for me to fight instead? Huh? While avenging Hati, I will cut off one of the Spear God's arms this time. Let that hunchback old man experience life without one arm this time too.
Like you?
Gah!
Back then, we were so close because we both had disabilities.
That crazy old man!
I patted Rozalin's shoulder to calm her down, then stepped forward.
Elder. If I win in this sparring match, I have two requests to make.
Oh? Two things, you say?
At my words, the Spear God's eyebrows twitched.
Yes. Since I was not the one who requested this sparring match, there should be something received as compensation for doing the match, should there not?
Huh, that makes sense. So. What do you want?
One is a weapon.
From now on, I would fight increasingly powerful enemies.
In such a situation, I could not keep fighting with the current ordinary sword forever.
You travel around the world. Please bring me a good sword.
For free?
If you bring it, I will fight you once more with an even stronger appearance.
The Spear God bared his yellow fangs and cackled.
He seemed satisfied with my answer.
How very interesting. Then what is the second request?
I want to learn a bit about how the Spear God elder moves his body.
You mean my movement technique?
Yes. I learned how to move while holding a spear, but I have not properly witnessed the Spear God elder's way of moving his body. So I want to properly observe and learn that method.
...Heh. You are making grandiose statements about stealing my secrets and making me work for you.
I knew I was being greedy.
However, for some reason, I felt like the Spear God would do it all.
As expected.
Good! Just know that this is all talk assuming you beat me, will you?
Yes.
Any more conversation would be a luxury.
I slowly raised my sword.
Rozalin, Hati, Serris, and Pan stepped back a considerable distance.
The hunchbacked old man stood holding a long spear.
He aimed at me with the spear tilted at an angle.
I still felt that pressure I had felt in the previous sparring match.
Let us begin!
The Spear God immediately began swinging his spear as if excited.
A technique unfolded where he controlled the long pole using only arm strength with his body as the center.
The spear blade drew points, while the spear shaft drew lines and planes, filling my vision.
It is empty.
The Spear God's attacks were ultimately fan-shaped attacks expanding around an axis.
Due to the nature of a fan shape, the attack inevitably narrowed as I went inward.
I am going in.
I no longer avoided the attacks and went inside.
Oh ho!
The Spear God moved his hands with a spirited shout as if delighted.
The hand that had been holding the end of the spear shaft instantly climbed up the shaft and positioned itself at the center.
The spear, pulled in using rotational force, thrust at me consecutively.
I must not dodge.
The moment I dodge, the spear will draw planes again and pressure me.
So I bind and press down as is.
I moved my sword in the way I had drawn in my head in the carriage earlier.
I brought my sword to the spear.
The spear had a weak rotation on it.
It was a movement to maximize penetrating power.
I slid the sword along with that movement.
The sword smoothly went to the upper part of the spear shaft, and using that rotational force, I naturally pressed the spear shaft downward.
I felt the spear shaft extinguish with a whoosh.
Oh!
The Spear God immediately applied force to the spear.
I felt his will to drive out my strength and seize control of the spear.
So I let it flow away as is.
Hmph.
I had no intention of playing tug-of-war with the Spear God's spear.
What I needed was just once.
A gap where I could approach the Spear God would be enough.
I reached.
At some point, I was standing facing the Spear God.
I lowered my body toward his surprised expression and thrust out my sword.
Cassian's Swordsmanship, First Form.
Proper Cut.