I Became The Academy's Narrow-Eyes

26 – Enlightenment

Bower’s sword.

I hadn’t encountered it directly in the game, but I remembered what it was because I saw such an impressive phrase on the wiki.

[The illegitimate son of swordsmanship]

[Hybrid of assassination and swordsmanship]

[As you can see from that radical expression, it is blatantly despised and discriminated against among nobles, especially swordsmen families]

I don’t know anything else, but I remember the expression [hybrid of assassination and swordsmanship] with certainty.

I focused on that.

A swordsmanship combined with assassination.

If I, who has the talent of an assassin, sees me, won’t I gain some kind of enlightenment?

I felt such a vague yet strong conviction.

So come to now.

The moment Miz showed me Bower’s sword-

‘bingo.

I called for joy in my heart.

My predictions were right.

The moment I saw Baurer’s sword, realization came to me.

Beyond simple realization, a great realization that can be called a chance.

‘I didn’t expect it to be like this.’

It is said that he gave up his identity as an assassin in order to blend in with Bower’s Black Sun.

In fact, even to me who had the perspective of an assassin, Bower’s sword was close to swordsmanship.

No, it was the swordsmanship itself.

The identity of assassination lies in the ‘interference’ of the opponent, in other words ‘denial’.

If swordsmanship is purely a skill to make oneself stronger.

Assassination is a technique to make oneself stronger, and then go one step further to make the opponent weaker.

To that end, it directly interferes with the opponent’s senses, senses, and mana through mana management and movement.

thoroughly deny the opponent.

The difference between assassination and swordsmanship is clearly revealed in the way Miz showed her, drawing skin, and Aidrin’s reaction to it.

-oh…!

Adrin was so impressed.

But was drawing skin a foot technique based on assassination?

-uh…?

Adrin must have responded with embarrassment.

Likewise, Bauer’s sword seemed to take the form of assassination on the outside, but its basis was thoroughly in the realm of swordsmanship.

Even so.

There were fragments of the technique of assassination that could not be completely erased all over Bauer’s sword.

I could see the fragments in my eyes.

It was also possible to give some meaning and connection to the fragments and connect them together.

Then the goal was created.

The description of Baurer’s sword adjacent to that skeleton.

It is absorbed into the bone and forms flesh.

Inside me now, Bauer’s sword was taking shape moment by moment.

slowly but surely.

[Skill: Bower’s Sword.Lv.1 (Heroic)] (New)

[Skill: Basic Swordsmanship Lv.2 (Normal)] (New)

[Skill: Deceiver’s Sword Lv.1＞2 (Legendary)]

yes

At this moment, I roughly understood Baurer’s sword and swordsmanship.

Bauer’s sword- I had only seen the basic footwork right in front of my eyes.

“Does this make sense?”

Even thinking about it on my own was unbelievable.

ㅡㅡㅡ

[Characteristic: Tombstone saliva never dries]

[Rating: Unique]

Description: You have mastered the art of assassination.

ㅡㅡㅡ

It felt like the weight contained in that plain phrase was weighing on my shoulders belatedly with reality.

“…”

The image of Miz, with countless question marks floating on his emotionless face, catches my eye.

How much effort Miz must have made to reach the achievements I have achieved now.

There must have been as much effort as the surprise that Miz is feeling now.

But what efforts have I made?

When I was creating a character, all I did was sit with my chin resting in front of the computer and say, ‘I’m tired of the character’.

A bitter taste lingered in my mouth.

The feeling of using cheats in a game where everyone competes fairly.

‘It’s thrilling.’

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel superior at all.

‘Isn’t it okay to think that I was born with a golden spoon? They also tremble proudly.’

In order to comfortably enjoy that sense of superiority, I try to rationalize it.

Even so, the bitter taste in the mouth did not completely disappear.

As a characteristic, it was fine when I ate assassination and black magic raw.

Assassin, Warlock. Because they are all horothy birds.

But what about swordsmanship and eating Bower’s sword raw?

There are no excuses.

The damage came directly to my conscience.

Wait a minute to moan as if your mind is constipated like that.

‘Ah, sickness. I don’t know.’

If it’s good, it’s just good.

Is there anything more stupid than feeling remorse that you don’t have to feel because you pretend to be thoughtful or conscientious?

‘I’m just going to be shameless.’

I decided to ignore the pain of conscience and focus on a brilliant future.

[Skill: Bower’s Sword.Lv.1 (Heroic)]

[Skill: Swordsmanship Lv.2 (Normal)]

[Skill: Deceiver’s Sword Lv.1＞2 (Legendary)]

If we continue this growth trend, I think we will be able to achieve decent grades in this entrance exam and further establish a worthy position within the academy.

‘Until the exam, I thought I was good at just entering school.’

It was a bad idea.

It reminds me of the things I went through during this test.

The guys who tried to bring me down somehow when I was number one- Hey, Miss Aidrin, why are you there?

anyway.

In addition, the guys who bit me, who was relatively weak, in order to bring down Aedrin.

Guys who spread bad rumors about me.

Guys who are willing to believe those rumors and despise and discriminate against me.

In this test, I was the subject of all sorts of injustice.

At this academy, I was subject to all sorts of injustice.

because i don’t have anything

A family name to proudly present.

Also the ability to stand out.

How could I enter the academy and graduate?

Those injustices were actively rubbing against me like guys drinking at a club and flirting with women.

He manages to get into the academy, manages to follow the quest, manages to graduate from the academy, and lives a fairly normal life.

The life that I never doubted that I would be perfect might be surprisingly insignificant.

It may be full of all sorts of unfairness, discomfort, and absurdity.

Therefore, it is not good to maintain the current mindset.

‘Uh~ There’s black magic and assassination, so I’ll be able to do something~’

Such a complacent mindset.

All I needed now was strength.

Unlike assassination or black magic, power that can be proudly presented.

Three examples come to mind.

academy grades.

swordsmanship skills.

magic skills.

Therefore, it is a target change.

In this entrance examination – no, to establish the highest possible position in the academy.

By achieving the highest possible achievement in swordsmanship and magic.

[Skill: Bower’s Sword.Lv.1 (Heroic)]

[Skill: Swordsmanship Lv.2 (Rare)]

First of all, it was an entrance exam.

First of all, it was swordsmanship.

***

“How about this? I tried it once.”

Ceylon, who returned to his place after performing the footwork, asked Miz.

“…”

Miz replayed in his head the movement he had just made – the drawing of the skin.

Each time he did so, he tilted his head again and again.

Soon, she nodded as if she barely understood.

“hmm. fluke It just happened to fit.”

It was indeed a fair decision.

Bauer’s sword contained an esoteric mix of assassination and swordsmanship.

Even those who are born with the aptitude that meets the Bower family’s standards take a long time to learn the technique and embody it through movement.

Furthermore, the tricks contained in Bower’s sword are basically different from the tricks contained in other sword techniques.

No matter how good a swordsman is, you have to learn it step by step from the bottom up.

Even the academy instructors wouldn’t be able to open up the drawing in one day.

But this stupid man did it?

It’s nonsense.

but-

“But just in case you don’t know. Try it. Try again. This time I’m going to be super focused.”

Miz focused all her attention on Ceylon’s movement.

Her petite body tilts slightly forward.

It’s as if I’d like to watch it a little closer.

-Sueug

After arranging the light blue hair that came down along the body, he crossed his arms.

Until Ceylon moved, it seemed that it would not move as it was.

“Maybe?”

Ceylon shrugged and started drawing skins once more.

“…”

Soon, Miz’s eyes, which had not been closed for a while, blinked several times as if to make up for them.

very violently

She was sure that the drawing of the skin that Ceylon would unfold this time would be different from the previous skin drawing.

That prediction was only half right.

This time, Ceylon’s skin drawing was different from the previous skin drawing.

It was a skin drawing that was further developed from the previous skin drawing.

“Miz! You can’t believe he did it right!?”

Aidrin looked at Ceylon’s steps and widened her eyes.

Even in the eyes of Aedrin, who was unfamiliar with Bower’s sword, Ceylon’s movements were unusual.

“Nonsense…”

Miz was even more shocked and murmured in dismay.

“What are you?”

Miz looked at Ceylon with a rare expression of emotion.

“Oh, this reaction!? Did you two- see me again? hahahahaha. This is a bit embarrassing, right?”

He scratches the back of his head with a puzzled expression.

There is no fuss and no-nonsense atmosphere.

It was the usual Ceylon.

“…”

“…”

But now, to them, it was so unfamiliar.

His detached appearance, as if nothing had happened, even after doing something absurd.

***

“Why the hell is this…”

The hair that had been tied up was almost pointlessly unraveled, and fine hairs were sticking out here and there.

It was as dull and gray as dusty silver.

Her hair was moist(?) and her skin was crumbly.

Dark circles under the glasses.

It was a look that revealed how much work he was in charge of in this academy entrance exam and how much he was being abused because of it.

Megan-Ui, a professor at the Magical Engineering Department of the Academy of Magic, and her assistant, Mi-Yen.

She was hunched over and staring at something with a serious face in the world.

It was a golem dedicated to mana sensitivity measurement used in the first test.

“You said it suddenly happened like this when you measured the mana sensitivity of Drin Rebringer, right?”

Mi Yan asked the officer in charge of the golem in the first test.

“That’s right. When measuring Lord Lebringer’s mana sensitivity, it emits a tremendous amount of light, and then it suddenly goes out as if it has exhausted its strength. Kee, as expected, Lebringer-“

“Is that all?”

“Yes? Yes?”

“The mana sensitivity of the rebringer was measured, and it radiated a tremendous amount of light, and then it happened like this.”

Mi Yan, with a tired face, asked in a helpless yet nervous manner.

“Ah… ah! That, it seems that the mana response was measured one more time before it went out.”

“Then, the reason why the golem became like this is actually not after measuring the mana sensitivity of the given re-bringer. After that, the participant’s mana sensitivity was measured?”

“That’s right?”

“How many times?”

“yes?”

“That participant, how many times?”

“uh…”

“… how many re-bringers I gave you.”

“Ah, I remember that Sir Lebringer was number 347.”

Mi Yan got up from her seat and headed straight for somewhere.

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“No. 348…”

While muttering the number with a serious face.