< 148. Intensive Training (2) >
#148
A month has passed. Even though it was just dawning the training ground of the special adventure club was burning with enthusiasm. Ronan covered in wounds threw down her sword and cried out.
“Faster!”
“Kaaaaak!”
Wow! The tip of Ronan’s sword passed through Itargand’s chest making a shallow cut. Her red blood spurted along her wounds.
His body was also completely destroyed no different from Ronan’s. Enraged Itargand’s pupils narrowed vertically.
“You damn human!”
“Hehe… The most important thing in hand-to-hand combat is judgment… Heo predict what your opponent will do and act accordingly.”
“Die!”
Ithar Gand extended his arm aiming at Ronan. His long bracelets clinked around his wrist. A magic circle was drawn in front of his hand and scarlet flames poured out like an explosion.
Kuaaaa! A scarlet torrent engulfed Ronan’s form. Ade Shan who was wearing sunglasses and watching the two sparring put his hands together and brought them to his mouth.
“Itargand. You need to know how to control your anger. “There are still a lot of gaps in my movements!”
“Shut up bitch. “Don’t meddle with me!”
Itargand scolded. Sparks flew from the corners of his mouth. At that time the pouring flames split in half. Itargand’s eyes widened.
“shit…! “Didn’t you get hit?”
“You bastard. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk to that person?”
Ronan’s voice came from ahead. But Itargand could not see him. The crescent-shaped sword that flew through the flames had already reached right in front of his eyes.
“Ugh!”
Itar Gand stopped the spell by clenching his fist and hurriedly pulled his body back. He knew better than anyone else that that sword energy could not be blocked with a shield.
Sigh! The sword energy passed by his shoulder. At the same time wings unfolded from Itargand’s back. There was little chance of victory in hand-to-hand combat. He was just about to take off.
“I got caught.”
thud! Ronan who was running ahead hit the ground with his right foot. Itargand’s feet glowed brightly. Suddenly unable to move his body he lowered his gaze.
“What the fuck?”
Shiny roots wrapped tightly around his legs. A dagger shining white was stuck about three steps away. It was Ymir a dagger that could copy auras. Itargand gritted his teeth.
“this…!”
“It was a waste. “If I had flown I wouldn’t have known.”
Ronan’s voice came from right in front. Itar Gand hurriedly turned his head.
Ronan was already one step closer. This was the moment when La Mancha’s blade was about to touch his neck. Ugh! Itargand’s form distorted and disappeared from sight.
“It’s getting stronger as the days go by.”
Ronan sighed after confirming his victory. His arm was also covered with a black bracelet.
It was a space-type magic tool that was useful when training with members of the Haeju team and was able to detect fatal wounds and move the user. Ronan said turning to Adeshan.
“Huh…what’s my record with this?”
“133 wins in 152 fights. “Itargand’s win rate is increasing.”
“A dragon is a dragon. “I wasn’t wrong after all.”
Ronan laughed. While catching his breath he took off his jacket and threw it away. After playing ssambak for an hour sweat was pouring down from my whole body. Adeshan sighed.
“Ro Ronan….”
“Whoa…it’s hot. “What’s wrong senior?”
“…no. “I feel a lot better.”
Ade Shan turned his head and glanced at Ronan. At that level it seemed rude to ignore it. The body trained during training was reminiscent of a statue carved by a master.
The shoulders which were originally wide were spread out at right angles to the neck and the veins on the forearms were noticeably thicker. Is this similar to the days when we were treated as punitive forces? Ronan tilted his head.
“is it so? “I don’t know.”
“It got better. I definitely think it’s okay. “Your training method.”
“It’s thanks to you and that dragon. “Did you have anything to point out this time?”
Ronan asked. Ade Shan who fell asleep for a moment opened his mouth.
“Hmm… I’m already on track with some of the basic skills and techniques. I think I just need to pay a little more attention to that newly discovered sword technique. “Would you mind relaxing his left shoulder a little on the fifth thrust?”
“aha. Like this?”
Ronan immediately cast the Savior’s Sword in 2 seconds. Seven comet-like thrusts pierced the air and returned to the scabbard. Paang! A belated sound was heard. Ronan laughed as he felt that his movements were much smoother than before.
“Senior is a genius. “How on earth can you see this?”
“Hehe I just have slightly better eyes than others.”
Adeshan smiled. She gladly accepted her request to become her coach and took care of Ronan and Itar Gand every morning.
She was busy with being the student council president so she wasn’t as attached as she used to be but she was still very helpful. She clapped her hands as if she remembered something and held out one of her water bottles to Ronan.
“You really should drink this.”
“Ah…damn. “You can’t drink it right?”
“huh. “I told you that you have to drink it consistently for it to be effective.”
The liquid in the bottle was not water. Looking at Adeshan’s tightly closed lips it seemed like compromise would be impossible. It reminded her of her older sister who had always pushed her to drink tea saying it was good for her body.
“eww….”
Ronan reluctantly took the bottle and gulped down the liquid inside. As soon as the slightly bitter liquid passed down the esophagus it turned into formless energy and spread throughout the body.
My energy increased quickly and wounds all over my body began to heal. It was a potion received from the Dancing Mule Workshop as a reward for restoring spring.
“Use it.”
“It definitely seems to be effective right? “The amount of mana flowing in her body has noticeably increased.”
“It has no taste like this so of course it has to be effective.”
At that time an angry shout rang out. Ronan and Ade Shan simultaneously turned their heads to her. bang! The door to the club building burst open.
“shit!”
It was a place set as a resurrection point. Itargand covered in wounds walked out with a sigh. As he looked around he looked at Ronan and shouted.
“You swindler! “What kind of trick have you pulled this time?”
“It’s too harsh to say you’re a fraud. “It is clearly a human strategy to use the given tools to catch someone off guard.”
“This time I will destroy your mean trick once and for all. Come on!”
“Let’s leave it at that for today. “I have to go to class soon.”
“…Damn it!”
After hearing the word class Itargand reluctantly stepped down. Ronan’s class was a sacred time that should not be violated no matter what so it was thanks to her brainwashing.
He drank the same potion that Ronan drank and left the training ground. bang! bang! bang! The sound of going up the stairs echoed loudly. Ronan who was looking at his back opened his mouth.
“I’ll leave it at that and come this evening too.”
“huh.”
It was obvious even without looking. Ade Shan also nodded his head as if he was used to it now. That spirit of victory was Itargand’s greatest strength.
Ronan’s special training method was simple. We fight a lot. Eat a lot of good things. Maintain correct posture.
The reward he received from defeating the witch was enough to eat. Among the gifts from merchants and the alchemy industry there were many expensive potions and elixirs.
After his hard work Ronan succeeded in reducing their amount by about half. Every time he opened his mouth the smell of herbal medicine wafted into me.
It was entirely Ade Shan’s help to get him into the right posture. She assisted Ronan with a sense that was incomparably superior to that of two years ago.
The members and Itargande took turns taking charge of the sparring opponent. Everyone’s skills improved so much that they learned something every time they sparred.
In particular Asher has become really strong and has reached a level where he will be defeated in an instant if he does not do it sincerely. It seemed like he was receiving the Winter Witch’s teachings well.
‘But dragons are the best.’
However the best sparring opponent was Itargand. He was basically strong had a desire to become stronger and above all he was a damn fast learner.
“That bastard. “You’ve already passed the sword expert level right?”
“huh. “I shot the sword the first day I held the hilt of the sword.”
Ronan grinned. Seducing Itargand on a sunset street a month ago was a truly great choice.
A magic sword for hand-to-hand combat… This arrogant red dragon was absorbing the knowledge taught and was becoming Ronan’s rival comparable to Schlieffen.
The fact that the dragon was still fairly young and at the right level was also an advantage. If it had been an adult red dragon it would have been training and damned it would have been reduced to ashes and blown away by the spring breeze.
Since Ronan was learning the strength of a dragon and Itargand was learning the fighting methods of humans both sides benefited in many ways. Ronan who suddenly remembered Schlieffen’s face opened his mouth to her.
“Is that kid doing well?”
“maybe. “Because he is the minor duke of Grancia.”
“You didn’t even come to my house right?”
“huh. As far as I know yes.”
“The training is so great that your face isn’t even visible.”
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. He hadn’t seen Schlieffen in a month. Although she inquired she only vaguely heard a rumor that he had explained the situation to Kratir and left Phileon.
“I’m worried but also excited. “It’s already tomorrow.”
“Oh it’s already happened like that.”
Ronan widened his eyes at her. I was so busy living that I even forgot that tomorrow was the final day. Adeshan said.
“How about taking a good rest today? Training is good but it’s better to condition yourself the day before. “You’ve been running non-stop until now.”
“Hmm… I guess that’s true right?”
Ronan nodded his head. He had a point. Well there is nothing more unfair than working too hard the day before and getting sick. He put on his jacket again and looked back at Adeshan and said.
“Who do you think will win?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh don’t do that just guess. “You’re good at these things.”
“I really don’t know. Because both of them are geniuses who will leave a mark on the times. however….”
Suddenly Ade Shan turned around. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Ronan’s head. This was quite embarrassing. Adeshan who was staring into Ronan’s eyes opened his mouth.
“I hope you win.”
Ronan didn’t answer. It would have been more correct to say that I couldn’t do it because I was speechless. Suddenly Adeshan’s face became as hot as an apple. After spitting it out he seemed to realize too late that he had done something very shameful.
“Then you have a hard time. “I’ll go…!”
She walked out of her training room covering her face with her hands. Ronan laughed. It seemed like the reason my heart was beating so fast wasn’t just because I was fighting fiercely with Itargand.
“…her.”
He stood in place for a while and then returned to the dormitory. The last day passed quickly.
It was finally tomorrow. Honestly it didn’t really matter whether it was a sword festival or not.
‘Now that I think about it this is our first time together since Hae-hae. Damn you son of a bitch.’
Just as the bastard said he was pulsating rapidly with only the feeling of not wanting to lose even if he died. Ronan lying on the bed looked at the ceiling and muttered.
“Wait. “You unlucky bastard.”
His heart was pounding and he couldn’t sleep. Ronan swung his sword in each direction a thousand more times before he could sleep. The fatigue that came later led him into a deep dive.
It was the next morning that news came that half of the Dawn Force that had been tracking Nebula Clazier had been destroyed.
