Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 14
14. Practical Test(2)
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Derian, called, turned away. Ronan, looking at him all the time, pulled at the hilt. A few strands of silvery lines were gathered from the thin air.
The lines passed through Darian's sheath and pants. No one except Ronan saw his test. It was at this moment that Dearian stepped out..
Tuk···
“Well?”
Dearian's sheath was broken. The longsword, which had lost its place to lean, crashed to the floor. The test that came into contact with the floor was broken in half..
Clang.!
It seemed like glass and ceramics were breaking. A sharp metal sound echoed. Derian, who turned his head belatedly, called in his eyes..
“This, what is this!!”
The work of the Daruan Workshop is made of two iron blocks, and the floor is turned around. There was. But Dareian's misfortune did not end there. As soon as he turned his body, his pants exploded.
In an instant, Dearian, who was in his underwear, screamed.
“Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.!”
“What the hell are you trying to show me??”
Ronan clapped from his seat. The pieces of the pants that were cut were like fallen leaves on an autumn day. Fell to the floor. Again, the usher's voice rang out.
“Dear Marschol de Mirodin. You're not there.~?”
“Jeez, damn it.!”
It was a plate that would disqualify him from seeing the test. Dearian took a rough breath and clutched his head..
I couldn't tell what happened. What happened? My knife! My Pants!
Turning like a madman, he pointed to Ronan's waist and exclaimed, " Oh, my god!".
“Gonna, there! Give me the knife! Right now.!”
“I hate it.?”
“Darn it! You don't know the subject of being a commoner, even if you pretend to be a commoner! I'm a Dearian baron···!”
“I don't know if he's a baron or a bitch, but why can't he keep his stuff? Do you want my thing? Abby was born because she couldn't keep things right.?”
“Well, what.···!”
Ronan stood up, spitting on the floor. Surprised by the ferocious momentum, Darian hurriedly backed away. Ronan picked up the handkerchief over Marya's head.
“Moo, back off, darn! My, who do you think I am?!”
“I'm not interested. I'll take the tips I give you..”
Ronan stuck a handkerchief into Derian's panties.. Marya closed her mouth with both hands. The cloth that sprawled out of the hip bone was like a tail..
“It looks great..”
“This, Ino-ohm!”
It was originally a paper with a note on it for a lady dressed in a shabby suit I did it, but what about it?.
As soon as the Derian,who has lost his reason, is about to run into the monster, I heard the sound of guidance again..
“If you don't come in until three counts, we will disqualify you. One * * * Two···.”
“I'm calling it, uh, let's go in..”
“Jeez, damn it.!”
Derian jumped inside the door, almost crying. Back in his seat, Ronan picked up a knife..
“He's one of them now. I'm gonna sing a song.?”
“Are you crazy···? No matter how much you have to lose, what if you do that?···!”
“I'm saying thank you when this happens, man..”
“No matter how much you put on a pseudonym, this is·**! This is···!”
Marya, white, pounced on Ronan's forearm. Her eyes were shaking with one hand as she covered her mouth. Ronan smiled and handed him a kaltomak..
“Clear your hands and talk..”
“···I caught him.?”
Marya, hesitating for a moment, took her hands off her face. Barely a smile appeared on his lips.
Soon, to the loud laughter that rang out, the staring students waiting I clenched my shoulders..
“Mi, madman·**! Handkerchief, Hick, why don't you put the handkerchief in there?···!”
“I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to I'd rather my fart be sweeter..”
“That, stop! Stop it.!”
Ronan encouraged her by mimicking Dearian. Marya pulled the back of her chair and motioned to her feet.
The same was true of the other students who were laughing. No one objected to her Park Jang-daesong.
“Come in next minute.~”
Soon after, a sound of guidance rang out. It seemed less than 30 seconds after Dearian entered the experience.
Marya, wiping away tears, stood up from her seat. The bitterness of his cheeks, the shame, the tension, it's been a long time since he flew away..
“I'll be here.!”
Marya clenched her fists vigorously, and then took a spirited step. A blonde with a horsehair tied up was screaming..
Ronan, who was moved to the front seat, shook his hand.
‘If you want to laugh, you have to laugh..’
Ronan laughed. It was exactly five minutes after the door opened again.
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On the side, at a long table, seven people sat. They were the judges in charge of the 4th test field. The old gentleman in the middle, Krava Kratir, stroking his beard Asked.
“How many people are left.?”
“There are only seventy-five people left today..”
“That's very comforting. You're a gambock..”
Kratyr heaved a pale sigh. I didn't get a sense of how many students this was..
You should have heard the professors tell you to keep your body as a principal. I resented the past for sticking to it..
“You have to be tipsy. Even for the people who will lead the continent in the future..”
“Yeah, I know. But I saw Mr. Schlieffen in the morning, and I'm not kicking him in the Spirit Castle. You know you can't do this..”
“That's it, too. I'm not sorry for the tinnitus of the Imperial Bird Star..”
“By the way, I don't know what he wanted to do earlier. What you look like looks fine, really..”
Kratyr recalled the staring student who had entered the war..
The boy who came in underwear with only tops(even in panties I was wondering if I could borrow a knife. , "This is not a revelry! Wahaha!"I heard the prayer room instructor say," and I cried and ran out.
“But the stare student who just left was wonderful. I'm hopeful for the future..”
“Alas, it is. Did you say Marya Caravelle? You're an amazing strong sword..”
“That's what we're rewarding for. The record fell once, but to be honest, it wasn't convincing..”
The judges, who agreed, looked pleased and nodded. Marya has the top skills among the students who took the test today. Showed.
Kratyr, feeling a little better, opened his mouth..
“Ask the next student to come in..”
The judges, who were taking a break, corrected their posture. The door opened with a guiding sound.
A sturdy boy walked leisurely. The impression is that the hair is booth and the eyes are wild. Did.
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“Come in next minute.~”
When the door opened, the test field appeared. It was a circular space reminiscent of a small arena.
10In front of m or so, a long table was placed horizontally on which the judges sat.
Five humans, one Elf, one Werewolf. A total of seven judges were looking at themselves. Ronan mused lightly.
“Ronan..”
“Nice to see you, Ronan. The current Principal of the Phileon Academy, Krava Kratirane.”
The old gentleman in the middle smiled.
It was an impression of argument, but Ronan said he had seven people here. He instinctively noticed that he was the strongest person. It was a virtue of intuition that was tempered through life and death..
‘The second is her sister..’
To the right of the old gentleman sat a coppery-skinned woman. He was a teacher of Naviroje who once rose to the seat of the sword..
With intense hair and light gray hair, you can see the Southern natives or That seemed mixed race. Next to her, a sack of Daetaido, which looks two meters away, is obliquely It was across the table..
‘Everyone looks like a mess..’
The presence of the two is so great, the rest of us fight together. They were visible figures..
Only the number of piercings on the Elf Lady's ears could tell it. Crazy bitch. I'm gonna use elongated ears like that..
Kratyr said.
“Yeah, you're going to prove yourself in some way.?”
“I'm * * * ummmmmmmmmmmm···.”
Ronan touched his chin and began to worry.
Despite a month of training, he was not impressed with Mana, and it was a skill. I have not developed anything worthy of wealth. I didn't tell Maryana Asel on purpose because I was sold..
Then Wearwolf, wearing a shirt, chuckled. He was a prayer room instructor in charge of hunting art subjects..
“Wahaha! Even if there are students who are nervous and frozen, people who come in and worry about it I didn't have it. It's just what we're seeing next year.?”
“You're in a hurry. Wait a minute..”
Ronan bowed his head and threw out his hands. The judges ' faces stiffened. The mouth of the prayer room was torn off..
“Hoo, one guts is worth it..”
Ronan clutched the hilt after his troubles. No matter how you think, there was only one thing you could show.
If I'm lucky, I got inspiration when I fucked Dareian. Would it be.
“You must have decided. It's swordsmanship.?”
“Example.”
Then the piercing elf lady popped her finger. There was a complex enchantment in the air, and the knight in full body armor It appeared in front of Ronan's eyes..
Kratyr chuckled and introduced the article.
“It's a magic doll that has been in charge of practical tests in martial arts for nearly a hundred years.. We call him Lord Madoros in honor of him..”
The practical test is when the judges demonstrate their skills to Lord Madoros. It was conducted in a way that scored points.
The specially treated armor doesn't even get alive in any attack. He said that even if the damage is done, it will be restored overnight..
“It's amazing· * * * Well?”
Ronan, glancing at the article, looked up. The entire armor was full of halquin scarring. Somewhere familiar form of wounds. He raised his hand and asked the question, which did not win the question.
“Did Schlieffen come and go here??”
“Oh? How not to Genga?”
“I just took it. He said he didn't hurt me in a lot of attacks, but he said I was there..”
“Huh, it's nice to have a snowball. That's right. I took a test here this morning..”
Too. Ronan nodded..
Sharp and beautiful, the wind cut and passed. It's still immature, but it was undoubtedly Schlieffen's sword.. He realized that he had regressed.
‘It's ridiculously shallow and rough. I'm back in the past..’
Kratyr glances at Navi Rosé, a coppery-skinned woman sitting next to him Turned.
“Yes, Sir Madoros's armor has enough wounds. It's happened in years. Do you know who he was before that? That's right.···”
“You're going to do it..”
Naviroje, who had no words all the time, threw out. I didn't even feel the impression that it was rude in a natural tone.
Kratyr looked at Ronan again..
“I'm sorry, it was a long story. Sir Madoros.?”
Crunches. The knight raised his sword obliquely and took a defensive position.
A red light emanated from the campy helmet. The judges ' eyes were focused on Ronan.
“Show me. All of you..”
“I do..”
Ronan pulled the hilt. At the same time as the silent test was gaining, his arm disappeared from view.
The trajectory of the sword literally passed through the knight's neck. Paaang! The sound of a belated wave rang out.
···That was all. One of the judges raised his eyebrows and asked.
“···Is it the end??”
“Example.”
Ronan put the knife in. The judge who asked the question nodded as if he deserved it..
The other judges looked like him or bewildered. There was. Prayer Khan burst into laughter.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh! It's not as much confidence as confidence. I think we'll really have to see this next year.?”
“Prayer Hall instructor. Keep your body pain..”
“Haha, I'm sorry. But isn't it really ordinary! I was the only one you expected.?”
The judges didn't say anything..
I was looking forward to the attitude of the room that I felt like a novelty. It was true. But Ronan's technique didn't feel any peculiarity.
It was a quick slash. But that was it.
Those who enhanced their senses with Mana were not quick enough to miss them. It wasn't the finesse that was taken out..
However, I took a little heart that Mana did not feel at all. Whether you're born with secret mana, or you're in your condition today. I didn't detect it because it wasn't good..
If it was electronic, it would be worth reconsidering, but it would be It was unlikely.
One of the judges, who had finished scoring, lowered his glasses and said, " Oh, my god.".
“Yeah, I worked hard. You can go now.···.”
“Oh, my god..”
At that time, Kratyr and Naviroje stood up almost simultaneously. The panicked judges jostled..
“Teacher, principal.?”
“Instructor Navi Rosé? Why is the knife···?”
Even so, the emotive Kratyr principal is blunt It was unprecedented for Navi rosé to respond like that.
Even her hands were clasped. Naviroze looked at Ronan..
“You, what.?”
“Yes? What is it??”
The bizarrely distorted face of Navi Rosé is the enemy who killed his parents, or He was like a man who had spent his whole life searching for treasure. She shot him again..
“I asked him what he was. To whom did you learn the sword??”
Ronan did not answer. Once he glanced at the judges ' faces, he scratched his back.
“Huh, I saw that.?”
“Ha.”
Naviroje laughed. She stood in front of Ronan, who ran out without a bird to dry..
A cry of consternation burst from the mouth of the Werewolf Prayer Khan.
“I, Teacher Naviroje.!”
The great attitude, which had been drawn from the sheath imperceptibly, was pointing at Ronan's neck.. A sheet of paper is spaced, and the tip of the sword stops, and the end of the shake is also There was no.
“Whoa..”
Ronan, who followed Dosin and raised his eyes, was able to align his eyes with Nabiroje. Dark green eyes were blazing like a jungle.
Naviroje said.
“And you, did you see??”
“Yes. Slash coming in three laps to the left side. How did you do it??”
For a moment, Navi Rosé's eyes shook. She opened her mouth without reaping her sword.
“Yeah, three times. Like the remnants you showed me..”
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