27. First class
#27
Other secrets that Akalusia Castle contained were stimulating him. Ronan who had figured out his future plans smoothed his chin.
‘First of all… I’ll have to get a knife from that blacksmith shop.’
Acalusia’s invitation was truly unimaginable luck. He thought that even if he did receive it it would be a long time before he could receive it.
Ronan recalled his conversation with Adeshan. The only things needed to pass the Akalusia family test were an invitation and skills.
I was confident in my skills but there was one problem.
‘It was a rough ride.’
Ronan drew the black iron sword. He was noticeably more serious than when he had previously met Schlieffen.
Continuous sparring while already damaged was fatal. If he had known how to speak he would have screamed to be thrown into the furnace right away.
No matter how picky he was with his equipment he couldn’t do anything big with it. Ronan recalled the metal plaque sleeping in his inner pocket. Schlieffen who was in love with Iril gave it to her while he was suffering from episodic dementia.
‘Still if it’s the blacksmith that made Grancia’s weapons he’ll be able to get something quite sturdy.’
Ronan remembered the location of the Grancia family’s secret blacksmith shop. And the fact that they took a few days off.
‘Because today is Wednesday… I guess I’ll have to wait until the weekend anyway.’
Anyway according to the rules of Phileon Academy it was not possible to leave the premises on weekdays. Ronan decided to try his hand at academy life first until the weekend came.
The banquet did not end until nightfall. Freshmen moved around following the guidance of each dormitory manager.
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Phileon Academy placed more emphasis on skills than any other educational institution. Scholarships and various special benefits given to those with excellent grades were evidence of this.
Free transportation was provided wherever you were within the top 30% of imperial territories. It was possible to read banned books of level 3 or lower for academic research purposes.
You could also receive an official invitation to the magic tower or knightly order you wanted to join after graduation. In addition numerous benefits were provided throughout school.
However if the carrots are fresh the whip is also sharp. The dormitory system divided into three tiers was a representative example.
The first night of admission. The screams of freshmen nobles were always echoing in the dormitories of inferior students. For the first time in their lives they were realizing that creaking sounds could come from the floor or ceiling.
“Are you telling me to stay in a place like this? “I the second son of the Count Balbrus…?”
“If this is my quarters what are these people?”
The Kratyr Pavilion (suggested by me) provided to the bottom 10% was a building modeled after the farmhouses of ordinary people.
Inside the simple wooden building four noble boys took turns looking at each other’s faces as if they were ghosts.
The guide said calmly.
“Four people share one room in Kratir Pavilion.”
“Then where is the attendant? “The maid who will help you organize your luggage and do the housework…!”
“There are no separate maids or managers in Kratir Pavilion. Please check it out as it contains rules for living and useful information to know. Then I’ll leave.
“Wait a minute!”
The guide left the room ignoring the noble boys’ words. The status of the students was not taken into consideration in this measure.
No matter how wealthy and powerful a child he was if his grades were low he had to live the life of a commoner. This was a possible measure because the entity that runs Phileon is the imperial family.
On the other hand the dormitories of the top ranked students were so extravagant that one wondered if they could be like this. The Navardose building the dormitory where the top 10% lived boasted an elegance that belied its elegance even though it was an annex to the imperial palace.
“…What are you doing lady?”
Ronan frowned at the maid standing in front of his door. The maid with her tied hair gently folded her hands and bowed her back.
“Welcome Ronan. “Congratulations on your admission.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am the exclusive maid in charge of Ronan’s lyrics. “You can leave all household chores such as cooking laundry and cleaning to me.”
At that moment dozens of crude jokes related to maids ran through my mind. Ronan who barely suppressed his desire opened his mouth.
“Can’t you just prepare a nice meal? “I have all my arms and legs attached.”
“According to school rules you can’t do that.”
“So even if I poop on the wall they’ll clean it up? “Even if you pee in the sink instead of the toilet.”
“Yes.”
“It’s not easy young lady. Let’s get along.”
Ronan shook hands with the maid and opened the door. The room which was twice as large as Nimburton’s house was filled with luxurious furniture.
The bed was large enough for three people to roll around in and the dinosaur-like bookshelf was filled with expensive books. Ronan whistled.
“It’s killing me.”
Asher was probably assigned a room like this too. It was nice to see him with his mouth open like an imbecile. While I was slowly looking around the room a booklet on the desk caught my eye.
“What is this?”
The first page of the booklet had ‘Course Application Form’ written on it.
Now that I think about it I remembered what my seniors told me. Phileon students were able to choose the classes they wanted to take.
Ronan slowly read the words written on the paper.
[Students are free to take any course they want. However in the case of new students there are courses that must be taken during the first semester so please take this into consideration when applying for courses.]
[Required subjects: physical training / mana training / basic fighting skills / imperial swordsmanship]
“at las.”
Ronan saw the words ‘Mana Practice’ and clenched his fist. No matter how hard I tried to teach myself the things I couldn’t do were mana sensitivity and practice.
Recently the need to deal with mana has become more acute. In front of writers who were sensitive to mana like Asher she felt like she was blind even though her eyes were blue.
‘Nimi I learn even though I am dirty.’
Imperial swordsmanship was also interesting. Proper swordsmanship was also a subject of interest for Ronan who had never learned how to use a sword properly. Wouldn’t it be useful just to look at the spinning sword right now?
Learn and become stronger. Ronan strengthened his resolve and turned the next page. There was a dense list of subjects with interesting names.
“Herbology horseback riding combat archery basics…why the fuck does it all look so fun?”
Maybe it was because I was resentful of not being able to learn but somehow it all seemed interesting. Among them the ones that caught the most attention were [Basic Elemental Science] and [Communication and Understanding of Phantasmal Species].
Spirits were a concept I had been curious about for a long time and the latter was a subject taught by Wearelion Professor Baren. Ronan remembered Varen’s words that he would make sure to create a place for himself and Asher.
“If you meet Varen you will be able to find out what Sita is doing.”
Sita was absent due to Iril’s escort duties. He would not return until the morning after tomorrow.
A monster that drinks blood from an egg shell harder than mithril. It didn’t really matter because he was cute and talented but it was still true that I was curious about his identity.
“But this looks fun too?”
The format was to fill in the subjects you wanted on a blank timetable. Ronan added an additional subject called ‘Practical Field Cooking’ on Friday afternoon.
He crammed in most of the lectures dealing with martial arts and lectures that were even slightly interesting.
“Well that’s great.”
Before long Ronan finished filling it out and headed to the lobby with the course application form. Marya whom I met by chance said hello.
“Oh you’re here too. “I guess it’s only natural since I’m the second chair.”
“ok.”
“Are you here to submit a course application form? “Take a look.”
Ronan handed out the application. Marya’s eyes widened as she read the application form. She exclaimed as if she had read some kind of prophecy about the destruction of the world.
“Hey are you crazy?! “If you hear this you’ll die!”
“…Why do I die when I do what I want to do?”
Marja frowned and looked back and forth between her application and Ronan. Ronan’s application says from sunrise to sunset. He had no breaks except for lunch.
“No is this physically possible? Most of them are subjects that require a lot of physical work… And do you know how large the Phileon site is?”
“You’re so noisy get out of the way.”
“You’d have to have wings or know how to run on all fours to move the classroom in time like this right? Even now…”
Ronan put the sealed course application into the reception box. Marya who saw this grabbed her head and screamed. Ronan said shaking his head.
“I also want to stop listening to those who are uneducated. “I will learn everything I can.”
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The next morning dawned. My first class at Phileon was imperial swordsmanship.
“Nice to meet you freshmen. “I am Avar the instructor in charge of fighting skills and imperial swordsmanship.”
Avar was a tall dark man. She had previously worked as an instructor in the Imperial Knights and the aura she gave off was quite different.
Ronan muttered. A dark shadow was cast around his eyes as he could not sleep due to anticipation.
“It’s imperial swordsmanship. “This is my first time learning properly.”
Imperial swordsmanship consisted of a total of nine basic swordsmanship and was literally the basic swordsmanship that everyone in the imperial army learned. The movement itself is simple but it took several years of consistent training to properly learn the technique.
Ronan who was a punisher was also tired of imperial swordsmanship but at the time he had no intention or will to learn and was less interested in it than the sound of a monkey cracking a bean. This was the first time I knew that herbivores were divided in the first place. He always swung his sword arbitrarily.
Avar continued.
“Because it is a very common swordsmanship many people already know it but the basics are more important than anything else. “Please don’t take it easy and continue your training.”
“yes!”
Most of the new students of the martial arts department were gathered at the training site. Except Schlieffen. The reason was that there was nothing to teach since they had already passed the point.
Ronan clicked his tongue.
“Ah you bastard. I fell into the trap of knowing everything. “This kind of thing has to be done consistently.”
“First let’s watch the instructor’s demonstration.”
Avar demonstrated the first techniques of imperial swordsmanship one after another. It was a perfect movement with no unnecessary elements.
Exclamations flowed from the mouths of the freshmen. Avar who had repeatedly shown Choshik three times struck the floor with his wooden sword and shouted:
“Then we will implement it. First 1 second meal! “Slash down from the top!”
Everyone picked up their wooden training swords. The new students took turns casting imperial swordsmanship targeting the scarecrow in front of them.
Abar was walking among the new students correcting their poor posture. Avar looked around at the new students and smiled meaningfully.
“If you show off the Nine Chosik perfectly I’ll give you an early completion certificate any time.”
“Wow!”
“Of course the grades are the highest.”
“Wow!”
The freshmen cheered. Imperial swordsmanship was a long class that took up three hours every day. Being able to complete early means that you can make that long period of time your own.
The freshmen full of enthusiasm swung their swords excitedly. The sound of the scarecrow hitting echoed everywhere.
Avar smiled contentedly and nodded his head. He knew how to deal with people. Of course except for Schlieffen no such genius has emerged for several years.
At that time Ronan ambled over to me from a corner of the training ground.
“Uh um. “Instructor.”
“What’s going on?”
“I…I think I can do it. “Up to 9 seconds.”
Ronan scratched her head sheepishly. Avar’s expression hardened. It hadn’t even been five minutes since training started.
“…Have you ever learned imperial swordsmanship before?”
“no. “Not once properly.”
“…Aren’t you being too conceited just because you’re the second chair? Of course I also saw your entrance ceremony sparring. But this is a completely different case.”
Avar said his voice low. He also saw Ronan using Nabirose’s spinning sword during the entrance ceremony.
The sword path itself was accurate but it lacked speed. Of course it could not be denied that he was a genius just by imitating the sword technique but it made no sense to ignore the imperial sword technique which was the basis for many derived sword techniques.
“Schlieffen picked up a sword at the age of five. He practiced imperial swordsmanship every single day for nearly ten years. That’s why you can’t take my class. Are you ignoring the basics of respecting even the morning star of the empire?”
“No I know. I know…damn it. “Please take a look first.”
Ronan shook his head as if it were unfair. He also didn’t want to be seen as a helpless guy. Avar sighed and nodded.
“Heh…I can’t help it. Yes give it a try. But if you fail you have to be prepared. “I will increase the training intensity several times.”
“yes.”
Ronan took a stance. Avar opened his eyes wide. Mana flocked to the corners of his eyes strengthening her body vision. If there was even the slightest deviation from the sword I planned to strike it down mercilessly.
“Then it’s my first meal. practice!”
Ronan swung his wooden sword. There was not a single tremor in the perfect sword path. Avar who had been silent for a moment opened his mouth again.
“…Second second meal. practice!”
Ronan swung his wooden sword again. Avar laughed.
“Hehe I really like this. 3rd herbal food. practice!”
Since when did I stop hearing the sound of hitting the scarecrow? All the new students were frozen and staring at Ronan.
Finally Ronan who performed the 9-second attack lowered his wooden sword. Abar who had been silent for a while opened his mouth with a confused expression.
“…I enjoyed it.”
“Yeah whatever.”
Abhar wordlessly took out a silver piece of paper from his inner pocket. It was an early completion certificate. Ronan accepted it bitterly as if it were a tissue with his nose stuck in it.
“You don’t have to take that class for the rest of the year. “I’ll give you a perfect grade.”
“Uh…thank you.”
“okay. Please don’t be overconfident and use the remaining time meaningfully.”
After receiving his certificate of completion Ronan left the training ground. Avar who was looking at the back muttered as if it were absurd.
“It exceeded my expectations and was almost scary.”
Ronan’s vegetarian diet was perfect. There was almost no difference compared to Schlieffen and himself who had been swinging a sword for over twenty years.
If it is true that he never learned imperial swordsmanship even if he had learned it it was an immeasurable talent. Avar who was letting out a low laugh turned his head towards his new students.
“What are you doing chicks!! “Can’t you swing as fast as you want!”
“Yes yes!!”
“If you do that your elbows will get moss! Faster and more accurate!!”
Avar’s tone was reminiscent of his demonic days as a military assistant. The scared freshmen started hitting the scarecrow again.
Perfect! Perfect! The sound of the scarecrow hitting continued for an unusually long time.
****
‘What the fuck…what?’
Ronan sat down on the bench in front of the lake. He had nothing to do because his schedule was suddenly empty.
Ronan who was staring blankly at the lake drew his sword. He demonstrated the imperial sword techniques he had learned earlier one after another in the air. A total of nine herbivores were perfectly reproduced.
“Why is it so easy…?”
Ronan tilted his head. Unlike Nabirose’s spinning sword there was no need to swing it multiple times and interpret it.
Although there were some differences in the sword strokes and posture it was no different from just watching him and imitating him. Of course it wasn’t meaningless. As I did as I was told I could definitely feel that the route and route had become more efficient.
He was confident that he would never lose even if he fought a swordsman who only used imperial swordsmanship. However it was more vain than I thought.
“Umm…this wasn’t the class I was thinking of.”
Ronan who was rummaging through his inner pocket took out a cigarette and asked. The time he should have had to sweat was wasted.
Should I at least do some physical training? As he was looking at the sky with his arms crossed on his bench he heard a voice from behind him.
“What are you doing here?”
“ok?”
“It must be time for Avar’s imperial swordsmanship class. “Wasn’t it a required subject for freshmen?”
It was a strong yet dignified voice that I had clearly heard before. Ronan threw his head back. The dark green uniform worn by his senior instructors caught my eye.
Ronan’s eyes widened.
“Butterfly Rose?”
“Attach the instructor. And smoking is prohibited on campus.”
Bronze skin and light gray hair. The Sentai Sword Saint Nabirose was standing there. Ronan shook off his cigarette but stood up.
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