Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 28
28. Gran Cappadocia(1)
#28
“Navi Rosé?”
“Attach the instructor. It is non-smoking on campus.”
Coppery skin and light gray hair. The squadron Swordsman Naviroje stood there. Her back had an oblique attitude that was longer than her own height.
Ronan, who had robbed him of his cigarette, stood up from his seat..
“I've been seeing you for a long time. What's going on here??”
“That's what I want to ask, Ronan. What happened to the Imperial Swordsmanship class??”
“I was chased by him for doing so well. It's my frown..”
Ronan, rummaging through his pockets, held out his early aneurysm to Naviroje.. Nabiroje nodded as he saw the twine anhydrite.
“You look a little flirty, too. I expected it..”
“It's nice to know what you didn't know, but it doesn't taste like accomplishing something. It was fun when I was self-taught my teacher's skills..”
Ronan recalled the time when he was following Navi Rosé's revolving sword at the inn. It took me a little time to get used to it, but it was a rewarding time.
Naviroje, thinking about something, opened his mouth..
“Draw the sword..”
“Example?”
“Dalian or once. There's nothing to do anyway..”
“No, but it's not. I'm doing Dalian here.?”
Instead of answering, Naviroje put his hand on the sack of Dae-tae. Ronan, too, drew his sword helplessly. Nabiroje frowned when he saw the state of the black iron sword.
“···You kept swinging it.?”
“Oh, yes. Until we get a new sword this weekend..”
“Cherish weapons. Black is the life of the prosecutor..”
“A, it doesn't matter who the wielder is, the knives are all there. Of course, I'm going to choose something as durable as possible..”
“What do you say??”
Suddenly, Nabiroje's face hardened. Laying the hilt, she heaved a pale sigh.
“I wanted to identify the skills first, but···Dalian is canceled. Bring the knife down here..”
“Oh..”
Navi Rosé grabbed Ronan's sword without speaking. She began stroking the black iron sword with her fingers. Every time I felt a rough scar on my fingertips, Navi Rosé's midriff narrowed.
“Management is negligent· * * No, it's just not one level. Why are so many prosecutors lighting their eyes and looking for a light sword, and why are they looking for a light sword? I think you care for a child like a child.?”
“I'm not good at it.?”
“···But you may not know. I haven't even reached the level of a sword user. It may not mean much to people who don't know how to feed mana to weapons You have..”
Ronan's eyes grew as he heard it..
“What, I knew.?”
“Yeah. I don't believe you can exert that power without using mana at all. Although.”
“I'm not using it, I'm not using it. I'm crazy, too..”
“You don't have to worry much about that. I'll be able to use it one day. But if you don't have the habit of choosing and managing good weapons from now on, Later, when you operate Mana, you'll be in trouble..”
Naviroje walked to the lakeshore. The wide lake was rippled by the spring wind. Naviroje, with his feet poised, opened his mouth..
“Take a good look. I'll tell you the importance of the weapon..”
Shick! Navi Rosé's arm disappeared from view for a moment. A cross-blown sword fell in the center of the lake. Choaak! A fan-shaped splash rose and obscured the forest across the lake.
“Oh, Oh..”
Ronan admired. It was a surprisingly neat inspection. Naviroze threw the black iron sword at Ronan.
“You can't use it more than you thought. This is just a iron block..”
“You're too much. Teacher, there's a lot of difference between the sword and the sword.?”
Ronan shook his head. It was a great strike, even if you contrast the memories of your previous life. As of now, Navi Rosé is arguably the most important test on this continent. It was ter..
Throng. Naviroje pulled his attitude without speaking. Her arm disappeared from sight again. Same posture. Same technology.
-Chowaaak!
Other Results.
A barrier of water filled the field of view. A surge from end to end of the lake obscured the sun. The black air that flew underwater is literally from the water to the bottom of the lake We made the slope that led to it..
Ronan's eyes grew as if they were popping out..
“Nimie, what is this?···.”
Ronan lowered his gaze along the blue slope. I saw the bottom of the lake with no water down there..
The stab-wound mud was splashing. It was the first time in my life that I had experienced the wind. A few unlucky fish were staring at me..
“Apply for my class Ronan. Originally, you can take it from grade 2, but I'll give you a special permit.”
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot. The students who were walking by the lake were running away with their heads covered..
Against the background of a closed lake with a deafening sound, Naviroje said.
“There is just a condition. Bring a weapon that suits you that you can wield for half a lifetime.”
****
“···Such a thing happened.”
Ronan lifted his mouth with a serious look. First Weekend in Fileon.
Asel and Marya, who changed into casual clothes, were blindfolded in Ronan's hands I was drawn out and walking somewhere..
“Cheeks.!”
On Ronan's shoulder sat Sita, who had returned. Asel, who heard the story of Navi Rosé, opened his mouth and marveled.
"It's awesome...Weapons are important.."
“Yeah, it was important to know how to deal with Mana. I decided to cover my weapon now..”
“I think it's a good idea. But how was the last week? The timetable is horrid.···.”
Asher also knew Ronan's murderous timetable. With a sigh, Ronan pulled a bundle of paper from his inner pocket and told Acel Put it out..
“This is?”
“Notice of Dismissal.”
The crumpled papers were all premature dysplasia. Assel's eyes grew..
“Hey, how many sheets is this all about? Imperial Swordsmanship, Imperial Spearmanship, Basic Martial Arts, Shield Martial Arts Basic···.”
“Chapter Nine. Thanks to this, the timetable was just empty..”
Ronan grunted. The timetable was tight, with X-characters drawn together. All were subjects that were completed early.
“If you have any other classes, please introduce me. I'm doing my fitness training..”
Most of the early classes were basic martial arts subjects. He was treated early in a similar context to Avar's class.
- I have nothing more to teach..
- I'm glad there aren't more cadets like you. I would have starved to death..
- Let's be honest with us. Have you ever dealt with the original window?
Marya frowned. She was rolling around in Avar's hell training until yesterday..
“It was very hungry. I don't like geniuses because I'm like this..”
“No, I don't know if it's difficult, but it's simple..”
“Do you know how envious the motives are of you? Maybe if you had dealt with Mana well, you wouldn't have dropped out half of the way. It's a situation..”
Ronan, who heard Manara, quietly pulled out a cigarette. My head seemed to fall out as I thought. Asel, who had no notice, looked up..
“Oh, I'm not very sensitive yet.?”
“···Yeah. He looked like I was a monkey. I heard there was something wrong with the underlying thing..”
2 times a week. Despite the lessons of some of the best professors in the empire, Ronan is finished. I didn't respond to Mana. The only student who did not reach the point of the sword user during the motive was.
“I can't respond to how much. It's not fucking funny. Senior Nari blossomed Ora at the age of eleven..”
Ronan giggled self-help. Asel clenched both fists and said.
“Someday· * * No, sooner or later, we'll be able to do it.···!”
“I know, man..”
Ronan pounced on Asel's head with a cigarette. It was riveting, but it was rewarding. Marya said, with a pod behind her head.
“If you have a potion that helps you with mana sensitivity, I'll bring it. That's why we're going where we are now.?”
“Do, that's right. I was curious, too..”
I think I walked for a while, but I didn't intend to stop. Asel looks around the increasingly dismal streets with anxious eyes. There were.
"Oh. I've been thinking about it, but if you're going to go, you better go with it all. I thought it was.."
“Where to?”
Ronan, rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out a metal plaque. Marya's eyes swung as she recognized the identity of the metal plaque. Ronan snatched back the plaque he had thrown into the air and said.
"A place where you can make a decent weapon..”
****
The smithy that Schlieffen spoke of is located at the westernmost end of Workshop Street. There were.
The three walked for another thirty minutes, and at the end of the [Hammer hammer hammer]called I could get in front of a blacksmith with a stupid name. Ronan, feeling strange, looked up.
“···Isn't it here??”
Three people were hovering around. Something was strange. It was the second time that everything was falling down and I didn't feel popular. Ronan muttered..
“He wouldn't lie·but ... let's go in first..”
Ronan, entering the smithy, looked around. It seemed like a long time had passed since it was untouched by man. The brazier was cold, and the armaments on the wall were all over. It was rusted..
“No one.?”
Ronan's voice echoed in the darkness. Then I heard a sound of mooning from inside, and one of the boys got his head up. I grabbed him and walked out..
“Oh, it's a hangover.···What are you guys??”
He had two more heads than Ronan. There is nothing on the top, so the upper half of the hair is covered with a booksleap I was. It was rather like a beast than a human..
“Hi Profit···.”
A terrified Assel hid behind the brazier. Ronan frowned. The man smelled of alcohol, iron, and an awful dog..
The man was annoyed..
“Why are you here?.”
“I'm here to get a weapon. He said this makes knives so good..”
“Haa···I don't want to be unlucky. It's been quite a while since I didn't do business. I don't know if you see the fire in the brazier turned off.?”
The man spat on the floor. Ronan took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. You could hear the people outside saying they were fucking here..
Ronan, rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out a metal plaque..
“Now, look..”
“En?”
Ronan pushed the metal plaque into the man's eyes. For a moment, the man's eyes grew larger. He alternates between Ronan, the metal plaque, Acel and Marya behind him once and for all I looked at it and I snorted..
“The Grancia family is a member of the Grancia family. So what do you want to do??”
“Example?”
“So are you Grancia? Damn, I don't know where the information is leaking. Turn it off, kid..”
The man scratched his crotch. With a drooping yawn, he fixed his gaze on Marya and Asel, his mouth Opened.
“But if you can, leave them..”
“That one.?”
“Those wild bastards. It looks very delicious..”
The man giggled vulgarly. Asel and Marya's faces stiffened. Ronan, looking back at the two, opened his mouth..
“Watch your mouth, brother. And then I can live my life crippled..”
“Is it wrong to say what looks delicious looks delicious? If you twist it, try to mess with it..”
“I'll do it..”
Ronan pulled the hilt. The tip of the black iron sword was literally shot towards the man's shoulder.. It was the moment when the raid touched the man's skin..
-That's it.!
At the same time as the impact is delivered by hand, something shatters Rang.
“What is it??”
“By, Ronan! Knife!”
Ronan narrowed the gap. In his hand was a semi-black iron sword. Half of the broken sword was buried in a wooden wall..
“···It's a recipe..”
The man laughed as if he were outrageous. He did not even recognize that the sword had been shot. Marya, looking at the man, suddenly screamed.
“Eh?! go, armor?”
There's armor on the upper half of the man, who obviously didn't wear anything. There was. No one in that position saw the man wearing his clothes.
The man sighed as he stroked the part that had been struck by Ronan.
“Damn, the enchantment is unlocked by blocking it once. I need a little more reinforcement..”
“What witchcraft did you do??”
Ronan frowned. It was not normal armor because the black iron sword was broken. He seemed to have a hardness equal to or greater than that of Sir Madoros..
But there was no way to break through. Ronan was about to wield the half-cut sword again. The man raised both hands and struck his hands.
“Whoa, whoa, stop. It's a pass,so you can come in. Damn it, my life, I've never seen such a pleasure sword..”
“Acceptance?”
“Yeah. If you look at it, it's not Grancia, but he's just letting Grancia's plaque out. You can't. I've tried to provoke you to look at your skills. Who gave me the note.?”
Ronan did not answer. He pointed at Asel and Marya on the back with his thumb and said.
“First of all, apologize to those bastards..”
“Indeed, it is. I'm sorry, folks. It wasn't my heart..”
The man bowed politely straight away. The two men, embarrassed by the unexpected behavior, accepted the apology.. Ronan answered the question only after he saw it.
“Schlieffen.”
“That miser muppet? That's a big deal..”
The man grinned and lowered his leg with a hammer. This time, a metal sound rang out before the hammer touched his leg. Another armor made an appearance.
It was completely wrapped around the legs, followed by the upper and lower legs, and the Knights Templar or the Knights Templar or the Knights Templar. It was a nice armor to wear. Ronan lowered the knife..
“Blacksmith Wearwolf, this is new again..”
“What, I noticed.?”
“The dog's smell must be awful. Are you the master of this smithy??”
The man laughed. He looked down at Ronan, who did not lose his composure, as if he were interesting.
“No. I'm just an apprentice. The masters are the inspirations at the bottom..”
“So why are you here to help me with the blacksmith job? If you're a doorkeeper, you can set up someone else..”
“I wanted to try the transparent armor I developed this time. Originally, I wanted to give the knights of Grancia a shot at their skills. I said, you came..”
With those words, the man's body began to transform. The snout stretched, and the taupe hair rose from all over the body.
The higher head pain was about to reach the ceiling. It was almost close to a wear Lion or a wear Tiger..
“hiiiiiiiiii!”
“Which, werewolf?”
“cheek, baby.···!”
Asel and Marya stood back, terrified. Sita puffed her hair like a threat. Ronan asked with a wistful look.
“Why did you suddenly change??”
“I wanted to show the excellence of my masterpiece. Look at this, you have a different physique, but you don't peel or break..”
And then it was definitely amazing. The eccentric armor is seamed on its own, and the physique of a man who has become a signposted man Precisely aligned. The man said triumphantly.
“How about that, isn't it awesome? Mado smelting is the forefront of technology. The blacksmiths who beat the metal in the ring can now survive No..”
I could feel the enthusiasm for the job only by looking at the man's face. Ronan, smiling, put a semi-black iron sword into the sheath..
“I'm sure you're dedicated to the Grancia Family's weapons..”
“What, did you know that? Khahahahah! I'm proud of my job..”
The big tail was swaying from side to side. The man, tearing his mouth to the side of his ear, put out his hand.
“Didican..”
“Ronan.”
“Okay Ronan. What exactly was the purpose of visiting the Smithy??”
“To get a weapon that can be used..”
“Then you came exactly. Let's go in. My friends there, too..”
“I'm going in.?”
“So you thought this was really our place of work? Come along..”
The three men and one followed Didican inside the Blacksmith shop.. The room was very small and the room was very small..
Didican stopped behind the brazier. He looked round at Ronan and said,.
“All stuck on my side. I don't know if you want to ride this all at once..”
The group huddled around Didican. Didican, who was fumbling on the wall of the brazier, pressed a certain section.
I wanted the building to vibrate finely, and the floor where they were standing slowly I started going down..
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