Became a Dark Merchant in the Academy

23 – Opposition_5

I know.

K class cadets know.

The reason Han Yu-ri was able to beat the J class cadets like that.

One of the reasons is that Han Yu-ri’s skills are higher than those evaluated so far, but the more fundamental reason was Lee Seong-hyun’s virtue, who gave a set signal at the right time from behind Han Yu-ri.

Completely different from his usual good-natured appearance.

Frighteningly cold-hearted.

Accurate enough to be close to art.

Seeing that appearance, the K class cadets felt sorry for the J class cadets for a moment.

But on the other hand, I felt relieved.

If only they were in that situation.

If Lee Seong-hyun hadn’t been their representative.

Obviously…

That’s why.

K class cadets had weak sympathy as they saw Yeon Eun-ryeong coming up to the arena.

“Please take good care of me.”

Yeon Eun-ryeong greeted Han Yu-ri, who was standing across from her.

I still don’t understand why this happened, but a duel is a duel.

What was established could not be undone.

“Yes”

And then I heard the absurdly short answer.

I couldn’t get a sense of whether he was being blunt or ignoring me.

Unlike what was known, the opponent seemed to have skills, so the strong man’s rudeness was tolerable.

‘After…’

After taking a deep breath, Yeon Eun-ryeong blew mana into the magical tool.

Then the magic tool stretched out and floated in the shape of a sword.

I felt the ambiguous weight and sensation between a real sword and a wooden sword in my right hand.

“Are you ready?”

I heard Seonghyun Lee’s words.

Yeon Eun-ryeong nodded and Han Yu-ri nodded as well.

And the signal that goes down.

It was the beginning of a duel.

The seon-gong was Yeon Eun-ryeong.

With a quick movement befitting her short stature, she leveled the sword she was gripping in her right hand and stabbed it toward the shoulder blade of the ‘right’ side holding the sword of Yuri Han.

Although Han Yu-ri seemed to use both her fists and her feet.

‘Because the main force is always the sword.’

She can support her strength with mana, but Yeon Eun-ryeong is more than a hand taller than Han Yu-ri.

That means that there is a difference in physique.

Unless the amount of mana was vastly different, it was sewage to fight head-to-head with strength.

That’s why I aimed for a place where swords do not collide, where you can effectively subdue the opponent and prove the difference in skill.

‘By the way…’

If the sword is soon, even if it touches the ‘left’ shoulder blade,

Han Yuri’s eyes were not on Yeon Eun-ryeong.

At first she thought she couldn’t keep up with her pace, but it wasn’t.

It looked like it was waiting endlessly for something.

‘Careless? Fake?’

I don’t know which one.

But now there was no turning back.

Even if it’s a fake, I can’t do anything in this town.

‘I’ll take it’

Yeon Eun-ryeong was confident of her victory.

Kwajik-!

‘Eh…?’

And I sensed something strange.

I aimed exactly at the shoulder blade of the left arm holding the sword…

No.

Han Yu-ri is her right-hander.

But why do you think she is holding a sword with her left arm ─

The sword broke in an unexpected direction and hit Yeon Eun-ryeong’s body as it was.

“─!?”

Feeling pain.

‘I don’t know what happened, but she should back off…’

It’s okay to figure out what happened later.

The second stroke follows.

Then, to the ‘front’…

Front?

Why did she suddenly think she had to go ahead?

In common sense, it would be natural to go backwards when stepping back.

“What is this—”

Yeon Eun-ryeong took Han Yu-ri’s sword that reached right in front of him.

I felt a series of excruciating pains at the ridiculous mistakes I wouldn’t normally make.

Since she is a magic sword, if it was a true sword, she would have died.

“Sleep—”

So Yeon Eun-ryeong, who felt a bizarre sensation, tried to stop it.

Han Yuri’s sword and fists were faster than that.

A continuous attack.

Yeon Eun-ryeong adjusted her stance and tried her best to avoid or block her, but when she tried to swing her sword, her fists came.

I thought it was a fist, but it’s actually a sword.

I thought I was coming from the right, but it’s actually from the left.

Unable to resist properly, Yeon Eun-ryeong continued to allow the attack, and the revealed ending was not much different from the duel between the J class cadets so far.

No, it wasn’t that different.

I lost more quickly and miserably than any other cadets.

Silence fell in the auditorium.

And in that silence.

A single footstep sounded.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Lee Seong-hyun reached out his hand to Yeon Eun-ryeong, who had fallen.

“It was a good duel. I feel good when I see it.”

He said that with a smile, even though he knew that no matter who saw it.

“This is… strange… I will ask for a re-duel… a re-duel.”

Okay or not, Yeon Eun-ryeong began to say that as if she was bewildered.

“What is strange?”

“A sword came flying from an unbelievable direction, and I swung a fist, but my feet and the length of the sword—.”

“What are you talking about that Yuri used magic?”

“That’s not the case, but this…”

Han Yu-ri is a martial artist.

That’s the unchanging truth.

If it was magic in the first place, a chant would have been necessary, but did a chant even come out?

And I’ve never heard of magic that produces such a variety of effects.

“But—”

It was strange.

And if you admit that you lost like this, what you said proudly earlier.

Ban’s faith is shaken.

There is no place to stand.

And most of all, the pride that I have been working hard on is collapsing.

“…I can’t help it because you can’t admit it. I’ll give you a duel.”

Perhaps because of Yeon Eun-ryeong’s desperate expression, Seong-hyun Lee nodded his head as if he couldn’t help it with a kind smile.

“Then…”

“But Yuri has physical problems and duels with other people.”

“I have a duel with Miss Han Yuri…”

“I’ll let you beat someone else.”

“…”

I couldn’t help it.

You just have to win.

If you win…

Yeon Eun-ryeong stood up and gripped the sword.

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‘If you win’

You can make up for it.

“Yoo Hye-ji.”

Lee Seong-hyun called the K class cadets.

And after a little preparation, the duel was concluded again.

Kwajik-!

The ending has not changed.

“Are you going to do more?”

The devil whispers again.

Humans could not escape the devil.

Even if it leads to your own destruction.

There is no choice but to long for it because it seems that there is hope created by the weak light.

“Lee Hye-jin.”

‘If I win.’

“Oh Seung-chan.”

‘I have to win.’

“Anten”

‘I have to win…’

Bizarre and twisted and and and and and.

And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again—.

I couldn’t win.

No matter how much you reach out, no matter how many times you try to convert, no matter how much you use your hidden skills, no matter how you roll your head.

I couldn’t reach it.

It crashed and crashed and sank in the deep sea.

Endless darkness was there.

“Ah—.”

“Now that I am the only one left, are you going to do more?”

It was the end of Yeon Eun-ryeong.

**

Originally, if you step on it in moderation, the resistance will increase.

If you’re going to step on it, it’s the right choice to step on it to the root so that it doesn’t rise anymore.

In that sense, I succeeded in stepping on Class J and breaking Yeon Eun-ryeong moderately.

I don’t know what happened even though there were no spectators, but the result of the duel between K and J’s class was widely spread throughout the academy. Started to be considered.

But that didn’t mean K class was treated like a regular class.

Class J is a regular class, but it was the lowest among the regular classes.

Anyway, it was good.

The lower class is still wary of this side.

From the beginning, the upper class didn’t even care about this side, so the uproar ended moderately.

And Yeon Eun-ryeong, who led this situation, began to fall endlessly after being caught up in the theory of responsibility in Class J.

Of course, the entire J class lost to one person, so it wasn’t like that from the beginning, but what was the K class passive?

Isn’t it contempt for the weak?

With unknown malice towards Class J, he created countless rumors and lies, put the theory of responsibility for Yeon Eun-ryeong on the ground, and unknowingly cut down the rumors about what happened that day, and then slowly ruined them.

‘The loss to Class K is all Yeon Eun-ryeong’s fault.’

‘The information I found was useless.’

‘If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have been treated like this’

‘Actually, Yeon Eun-ryeong sold her body to enter the school, but look at the community.

.

Well, it didn’t matter what the facts were.

They needed someone to blame, and the right person was right in front of them.

Injustice multiplies rapidly.

So fast that it covers the sea.

The sea could not be overturned.

“Mr. Eunryeong”

“Yes…”

I looked at Yeon Eun-ryeong, who was kneeling in front of me.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“I was wrong, so please stop it—”

Yeon Eun-ryeong’s eyes were wet.

Hanging and crying echoed.

“Yes?”

With a face that doesn’t know anything

I also lowered my body to raise Yeon Eun-ryeong up.

“Please—”

“Ha, I don’t know why you’re doing that, but please sit down and talk to me.”

Then I moderately calmed Yeon Eun-ryeong and sat her on the chair across from me.

Yeon Eun-ryeong bowed her head.

After taking a break for a while, I began to speak.

“Actually…”

And the stories that come out.

Malignant rumors are spreading.

The source of the rumor seems to be here.

It hurts because of that.

What I said before was that I would apologize again and again, so please stop.

“That kind of thing… “

I made a shocked expression and sympathized.

“Let me help you. I had no idea that was happening.”

“…Thank you.”

Yeon Eun-ryeong speaks with tears in her eyes.

‘By the way, isn’t everything ruined yet?’

If it was a normal mentality, it would have exploded long ago, but after investigating where the rumor spread, it was a story that if it came to me rather than to the person who spread the rumor, it was possible to make a rational decision to doubt the source of the rumor, that is, me.

‘Wouldn’t that work?’

No.

I don’t know why you’re bothering me so much.

“Just leave it to me.”

I replied with a smile.