Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

107 – Where Only the Strong Survive

Hearing that sound, I inadvertently turned my eyes to the paper.

Then Professor Jenton hurriedly grabbed the paper with his bony hand.

I wonder if it was because of my mood that it felt like a hand gesture to cover the private parts.

Holding the paper tightly in his hand, the professor sighed deeply and offered us a seat.

“You have a guest. Have a seat over there. Raina will serve her tea soon.”

After a while. He took back the karma he spat out.

It’s because he left the human teapot in the office a while ago.

A few minutes after I heard a loud rattling sound. He sighed and filled the three cups with tea.

Hmm, the tea the professor makes tastes like this.

I didn’t know because I just hit the professor.

Tak.

Let’s slowly savor the luxury of drinking for the first time in our lives and put down the glass.

A professor with a somewhat tired, pale face was looking at me.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“It’s okay.”

Professor Jenton asked me, shaking his head.

“So, what do you want to ask me?”

“I heard that Professor Jenton holds a rather prominent position in magic.”

“It’s a false name. It’s all false. What kind of reputation is a person who can’t keep anything?”

“Yes?”

“There is such a thing, just tell me what you want to ask.”

The professor who grumbled so much told me.

“Time is finite and my body is one. I have a mountain of work to do, but your question keeps my work from diminishing even at this very moment.”

His face was full of fatigue and nervousness. It was as if he had to go somewhere in a hurry.

“Is something wrong?”

“No matter what happens, I think it has nothing to do with you.”

It was noticeable that he answered harshly.

I wondered if I couldn’t sleep last night, but I thought it was because I heard that I have a peculiar personality.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, there are not just two professors like that.

So I wondered if I could ask him a question about dimension shifting.

At a glance, the expression on his face said, ‘I won’t give you the answer you want.’ Because I thought it wasn’t such a good decision to bring up a dangerous topic when I could see it written.

Perhaps it would be difficult without a little deeper trust, so I decided to ask about space movement.

“I heard that Professor Jenton is well acquainted with the subject of spatial movement, so I came to see him.”

Then he gave an answer in a nonchalant way.

“I don’t know who heard it, but what I’m doing right now isn’t the kind of research you know, and I’m a person who mainly studies theories related to wind properties.”

“But don’t you know more than me? You’re the professor who asked me to ask anything you want to ask.”

At my request, Professor Jenton sighed and asked.

“How much do you know about moving mana?”

After hearing that question, I silently thanked the librarian’s TMI.

“I know there are three of them.”

“It’s good that you know the basics. I don’t mind explaining a little less.”

After Professor Jenton nodded, his eyes turned serious.

Then he began to explain space movement.

“Ghouse, what do you think about space movement?”

“Wouldn’t it be simply to move the location?”

He shook his head.

“If you ask ordinary people about spatial movement, most of them, like Mr. G-House, think purely of how to move the target’s coordinates. That’s what you’re saying.”

It was a bit embarrassing that the technical term immediately jumped out, but he said it as if it were natural.

I have a rough idea of what you mean, though.

Since Super Gap is sitting quietly drinking tea next to me, I didn’t have to think deeply.

“Hey, can you speak a little more puristicly?”

If you don’t know, just ask.

“Think of it as floating a board with your body on it in a very fast and invisible rapids. What do you think?”

“Isn’t it dangerous? You have to balance it back and forth to avoid tipping over.”

The professor nodded.

“Yes. Because the coordinates must be calculated and maintained in an invisible flow. That is why it is a very unstable and dangerous method.”

After that, he continued to talk, but there wasn’t much I could gain.

After completing the answer, Professor Jenton issued a congratulatory order to us.

“Okay, if you’re done with the questions, I’d like you to go back now. I’ve got somewhere to go.”

Hearing that, for some reason, he was concerned about the crumpled paper he hadn’t put in his hand since before.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing happened.”

His face was quite stiff when he said that. No one will look at that and think it’s nothing.

I don’t need to scrape it to make a boil, but somehow I had a hunch that I shouldn’t just let him go.

As a bonus, maybe you’ll get something.

So I decided to play around a bit.

“Professor Jenton, I am a person with a knack for solving problems.”

“Can you be a fixer?”

“Do something similar, but the result will be the same as the people I mentioned earlier.”

At the right time, Prianian showed off his mercenary plaque.

While her eyes met hers and she slightly raised her mouth, Professor Jenton looked at the letters on her mercenary plaque and muttered.

“Twice the mercenary…”

“Our skills are like this.”

I said looking at the professor.

“Now, do you still want to know what’s in the letter?”

The professor looked at her young lady for a while, then nodded as if she didn’t care, then sighed and showed her the paper.

***

It is a widely accepted truth that a graduate student of some age must certainly want to beat a professor.

Jane Austen opened the first horizon of pure love in my life with the first verse above in Her Pride and Her Prejudice.

The first phrase on the paper fluttering in front of me opened the way for cider in my life.

-Dear Professor Jenton.

I’ll keep it short. I can’t stand it any longer, so I’m challenging the professor to a duel.

I hope you fight with your fists like a man and accept the results.

If he’s a man, he’ll step in, but it doesn’t matter if he’s not.

During my second summer as a master’s degree student, the relentless treatment you gave me in the name of teaching only made me feel angry.

Looks like it’s time to return the magic of punching to the professor.

I hope you learn a lot from this opportunity. See you in five days.

-Ronen Harin.

“Wow.”

An exclamation came out inadvertently.

Short, concise, refreshing.

The arena, which contains only the core of genre literature, gave me a thrill.

If they could legally fight against their advisor on Earth, there would be a truckload of monster lab graduate students who would participate even if they paid money.

A world where you can just rightfully make a life-or-death decision with a professor.

It is a story that can only come out of a real fantasy.

While my evaluation of the different world was changing very slightly in my head, Professor Jenton opened his mouth.

“The Harin who sent that arena was a student studying at my research institute.”

“Is that so?”

“And also the disciple who sent me the first arena.”

The professor, who looked like he had bought the whole world, stared blankly at us.

Prianian next to me pointed to the arena and asked.

“What kind of research did this Harin student come to the professor?”

“I accepted because I wanted to do research related to space movement. That’s all.”

Hearing that, I could guess where he might have gone after sending us out.

Perhaps he tried to visit a student named Harin.

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“That’s why I taught you diligently. I didn’t know you would repay the favor with an enemy.”

After staring at the empty space for a long time, Professor Jenton said in vain. The blood was almost gone from his pale face.

“In the first place, he wasn’t a student studying magic. He was a student studying humanities when he was an undergraduate.”

“Yes?”

It was the moment when the probabilities of the writing skills in the letters were revealed.

“He worked hard and accumulated basic knowledge. I was moved by that and accepted him.”

Professor Jenton continued. There was a deep sense of betrayal in his voice.

“Professors who received a dueling ring in college are rare, but not uncommon. But I didn’t know it would be me.”

As I quietly listened to him, I couldn’t help but admire him.

To think that there is a means to punish professors instead of ruining their academic careers, and that there are graduate students who really use it.

Around the time when you feel a strange sense of distance in the scenery that cannot be seen in modern times. The young lady opened her mouth.

“It’s a pity. Listening to the professor’s voice, it sounds like you’ve been given a duel by an unlikely person.”

“At least I think I’ve been nice to him.”

Um. I’ve never seen a professor who speaks like that and is good at it.

I asked the professor where he was.

“Then I’m going to visit you. Can you tell me where the Harin student lives?”

Then Professor Jenton wrote down the address of the dormitory he lived in on a piece of paper.

With the words to tell him that if he cancels the application for a duel, he will leave this matter unresolved.

The professor said as he saw us out the door.

“Please. I don’t want to hurt my pupil.”

With one word from him, the door to the lab was firmly shut.

As I went outside the Breeze Hall, I glanced at the graduate students around me.

He has thick dark circles and a pale face.

In that gesture, where he could hardly lift his legs because he was so tired, he could see the hope of living today and of the freedom to be grasped someday.

Seeing that, I thought that all places where people live are the same.

Even where you can challenge the professor to a duel.

Maybe graduate schools in another world are places where only the really strong survive.

“Are you okay?”

As soon as I came out of the Breeze Wind House, the young lady asked me.

“I don’t think it’s useless.”

“I believe that if you receive something, you must also give it. If you just listen and leave like this, it is certain that you will become someone in the lady’s name.”

I packed the reason that way.

“I don’t want that, young lady.”

With those words, I moved towards the dormitory.

Along with the sound of footsteps following without a word, I heard Prianian speak from behind.

“As expected, Mr. G-House.”

In her head, what the hell am I?

***

I was quite familiar with the men’s dormitory at the university I arrived at.

In a three-story building made of bricks, the sounds of musical instruments and shouts came from somewhere.

It was the same on Earth and here, except I couldn’t hear the sound of lol or other games.

For some reason, just looking at it made me turn my head at the smell of laundry and cigarettes.

Of course, women were not allowed to enter the male dormitory, and there were two guards guarding the entrance.

It was very easy to fool the attention of the guards.

As I went inside, holding the book I borrowed from Young lady for a while and putting on a face that everything in the world was going to suck, the two guards murmured.

“Oh, he looks like a graduate student.”

“I don’t know who it is, but it’s a sad expression.”

With the driving force of sadness and resentment rising up somehow, I passed them and climbed the stairs.