Lazy Prince Becomes a Genius Chapter 15

Early morning.

Krono Swordsmanship School hall was crowded with many people.

And the reason was the midterm evaluation.

Since the test would basically depend on the luck of the prospective trainees a couple swordsmen were hired for personnel help with the process.

One of them was a bald mercenary who spoke.

“Well. I’m going to be an assistant for the physical test of little kids.”

“Yeah. Well it’s a fine pastime. It’s safe and the pay isn’t that bad.”

The person receiving the words had a similar thought.

He had experience as a test assistant for a mercenary agency but all the participants then were adults.

On the other hand this time they were supervising children between 12 to 13.

No matter how well trained they were in the school they had no expectations from the kids.

‘Of course I don’t plan on saying it out loud but if there is nothing interesting I’ll be bored.’

‘Aren’t these ones better than normal kids? I hope they are.’

It was when those two and the rest of the mercenaries were thinking the same.

One by one the trainees began to gather.

“Woah.”

“I can do it. I can do it.”

“Unwind my body…”

Trainees kept arriving trying to self-hypnosis themselves while the others seemed relaxed.

However their actions felt so insignificant to the outsiders.

The bald mercenary who watched the kids gulped.

‘… is this the growth of kids who are 13?’

He was confused.

They were at an unbelievable level.

Aside from their faces and short height the trainees seemed to show credible appearances even as adults.

Some children were moving so quickly that even mercenaries would have trouble reaching them.

A colleague who was beside him mumbled under his breath.

“… is this a gathering of all the monsters in one place?”

“… looks like it.”

No one looked like trainees.

Trained bodies which they never saw before and a heavy expression as if they were waiting for a war to break out.

This was by no means a child’s test.

The mercenaries who felt the greatness of Krono held their breath.

In the midst of that the trainees warmed up.

However not all the trainees were focused on themselves.

“…”

“Why isn’t that one here yet?”

Top rank.

The trainee who should have been in the top ranks for his effort.

The really talented people who could easily pass the midterm evaluation which is known to be impossible to complete were all concentrating on something other than the test.

It was because the people who should have been there Ahmed and Karaka who were in charge of the test weren’t present.

Besides

‘He isn’t here.’

‘… what the hell is he doing? The evaluation will start soon.’

At first no one was expecting him.

However with every passing day he turned into a strange guy who was capable enough to hone his skills through training.

Irene Pareira that kid hadn’t shown up.

That fact made Bratt Lloyd Judith and even Ilya Lindsay troubled.

It was then.

Commotion broke out at one corner.

The prospective trainees who sensed that the instructors had arrived turned their heads only to be shocked.

“…”

“What? He didn’t even change his clothes.”

“No way…”

“All night… Did he workout?”

The children couldn’t get rid of the suspicious look.

They had no choice but to do so.

Wasn’t it out of the ordinary?

There were idiots in the world who would work all night knowing that there was a physical ability test the next day!

Some thought that Irene would make them laugh during the test.

But that wasn’t it. Everyone realized it.

Even if the soaked clothes on him were fake the salt which stuck to his face couldn’t be faked.

What that meant was clear.

Irene Pareira really didn’t stop training all night long.

And given the circumstances the instructors who discovered this belatedly stopped him and brought him to the test.

It was time for trainees to get ready.

The old man who was quietly standing next to Ahmed moved.

Week!

Tat!

Most kids who saw him took ten steps back in one step.

The quick-witted ones who knew his identity and the hired mercenaries nodded their heads silently.

After a while Ian the school master of Krono stood on the podium and opened his mouth.

“Well how should I introduce myself? Hmm what should I say? As many of you know this old man is the school master of Krono.”

“…!”

“…!”

“Let’s see time… five minutes left. The rules I know you have the rules committed to memory so there is nothing else I need to say right? The rest of the time you have prepare yourselves. And don’t have any regrets. That’s all I want to say I don’t want to get in your way so I’ll stop here.”

Clap!

When Ian finished he clapped his hands.

Soon the kids came to their senses.

Right what was important was their midterm not the other things. Once again they regained their composure.

4 minutes.

3 minutes.

2 minutes and one minute.

Finally a few seconds before the time Ahmed opened his mouth.

“The midterm evaluation starts now!”

With that the midterm evaluation began.

“Woah! Woah.”

With the mercenary supervising them Irene exhaled briefly. Then he quickly moved to grab a barbell with a heavy disk.

Then one of the evaluation movements the Push Press started.

“Hmph! Hmph!”

Unlike the general press movements that use the strength of the upper body this required the strength of the lower body flexibility and agility. Of course there was no awkwardness as he had done it countless times in the past four months.

But that wasn’t the only emotion Irene was feeling.

‘Light!’

His body felt light. The barbell was light too to the extent where the weights on both ends seemed to be halved.

Even now he was repeating the same movements faster than his usual speed. And with no strain on his body.

He pondered for a moment. He had been training all night. Could he end up making a mistake?

No.

Thinking that Irene increased his speed.

A look appeared on the supervisor’s face.

“Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!

He quickly finished the reps and put down the barbell. And approached the rectangular box in front of him.

Box Jump. A simple task but it wasn’t easy considering the height and time limit.

However he didn’t feel burdened.

Irene put strength into his lower body and jumped up lightly and then came down to the floor.

He repeated that at an unbelievable speed.

“That bastard?”

“Crazy! He won’t be able to complete it.”

The sarcasm of the other trainees stuck in his ears but he didn’t care.

Rather after finishing the set at a faster pace he moved to the next movement and finished it then approached the barbell.

And he started repeating.

Even faster. More stable.

The supervisor’s expression changed.

Irene could understand him.

‘Even I am shocked at myself.’

Last night he was aware that something had changed in his body.

But he didn’t know that it changed by this much. Even though his pace had changed more than normal he didn’t know.

On the contrary it seemed like if he put in a little more effort he could finish it.

No he had to finish it faster.

A stronger thought than before.

Confidence was guiding him.

Irene increased his speed again and performed repetitive movements at a frightening speed.

And the noise grew louder.

“What is he doing?”

“Does he want to get exhausted or something?”

“Hu…

“One crazy bastard he is! Maniac!”

More and more kids began to curse him. And he went back to ignoring them.

He focused on his task and let the sounds not bother him.

However he couldn’t.

It dawned on him.

It was because something changed and he knew.

‘When I was immersed in other things was I always able to hear the voices around me?’

No.

Unlike before when he enlisted in the school Irene’s mentality had changed.

In order to not be hurt or ridiculed Irene continued his loneliness and blocked any external influences on him.

It was as if he hid from the world through sleep and raised his sword to escape from the rumors around him.

But not now.

“Damn it are you kidding me?”

“He’s going to fall anyway. Let’s not worry. Enough of this.”

His ears were bringing him the voices of the others.

“Phew. Phew.”

“…!”

Clear vision captured the trainees’ faces who stared at him and the supervisors who looked stiff.

Irene was able to handle those reactions.

He didn’t care about their reactions anymore.

So there was no need for him to close his eyes and ears.

For the first time in his life the eldest son of Pareira felt nice.

“Hmph Hmph hmph…”

More a little more and a little faster.

Incomparable to any other child.

Even the other top-ranked ones like Bratt couldn’t keep up with him.

After a short time the noise began to subside.

Only gazes full of jealousy and astonishment radiated more intensely.

One minute later.

Irene finished all the reps and passed the first course.

He looked straight ahead running on the sandy road.

There was only one person who was running there Ilya Lindsay.

Nodding to himself he slammed the ground.

A harsh ungirly voice came out of Judith’s mouth as she watched it.

“UGHHHHH!”