I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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“Suck!”

Befitting a swordsman who knows how to use swordsmanship, Bistro avoided Philip’s kick by a single piece of paper. Taking a few steps back, he looked at Philip with disbelief.

‘It’s poison from the manticore’s tail, so why is it fine?’

Philip wanted to satisfy his curiosity, but that was impossible.

“You look like you’re asking why the poison doesn’t work, but I don’t know why either, so don’t ask… You seem to be quite famous among the mercenaries, so I tried to look at something, but are you talking about a real fight with just something like this?”

A sigh came out of my mouth. It was just amazing to be able to take pride in such a skill.

Tricks that would not even bite a real swordsman’s teeth.

Even if the deception itself was quite high in perfection, the imagination was too poor. Diana Fahrenhal would not have fallen for such a number.

“Only? Is it just now?”

The bistro shuddered with rage.

“I understand the use of poison or tricks in a fight, but I can’t stand being conceited. I heard that the swordsman was a nickname, so I thought he used flexible swordsmanship like a snake, but was it a swordsman because he sprayed poison?”

Philip was honestly disappointed. I was expecting something like a hidden strongman that is said to be a legend among mercenaries, but I didn’t see anything like that.

‘Looks like someone who will be harmed in some way later.’

“Look closely. I’m going to attack your right leg from now on. Block it or avoid it, do whatever you want.”

Philip raised his sword and pointed it at the bistro’s right leg.

“How arrogant that the youngster got lucky and avoided several times!”

Although he said he used sword skills, Philip felt that the difference in level between Bistro and himself was enormous. The smell of sewage, which had been overwhelmingly won only in low-level battles, overflowed from his posture.

“one.”

Phillip stomped his foot, faked his gaze, and cut the bistro’s leg.

The Bistro, which was forcibly injected with the information that ‘actually they are aiming for the left shoulder’, was unable to properly respond to Philip’s attack.

The sensation of the blade cutting through the bundle of nerves gathered behind the knee was terribly painful, and it was also empty. A sudden loss of strength followed.

“this… does not make sense… .”

“Why do you use poison when you know how to deal with swordsmanship? You don’t even know how to use what you have. It will work well at a similar level, but in the end it won’t work for a proper strongman. Do you think something like poison will work on an Auror Master?”

‘No, why do you think of fighting with Auror Master? That’s crazy.’

Buttom, hearing Philip’s words, thought so. But Philip’s expression was so overwhelming that no one answered him.

“f*ck… .”

The defeat was confirmed, and right before his pride completely collapsed, the bistro glared at Philip as if he were going to kill him and spat out curse words.

“I don’t know why I bought it like that.”

Philip murmured as if he was pathetic. He sincerely thought so. Among the many tests like grains of sand, only a handful can handle sword skills.

It was really hard to understand why he was so hung up on such a catch technique when he had that much potential.

“I’ll swing the sword one more time while I’m on my way to get poison. I’m going to take your right arm this time.”

Philip explained kindly, this time stabbing the bistro’s right elbow obliquely. The elbow was also a site of nerve bundles.

“Suck!”

This time, I didn’t use any special skills. It was obvious that I couldn’t take it properly because I got hit on my right leg anyway. But Philip deliberately insisted on a speed so fast that he couldn’t react.

With a small amount of blood, Bistro almost lost the ability to wield a sword with his right hand.

The experience of losing strength in one’s hands without intending it was very unfamiliar, at least to the prosecutor.

“f*ck… what is this… .”

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Philip clicked his tongue as he admired the look on the bistro’s despair.

“In the next life, let’s not use poison in a mean way. What are you doing with a sword around? Someone please tie him up.”

The mercenaries reflexively lifted the rope to obey Philip’s words. However, perhaps because the reputation of the swordsman was so widespread, no one approached it for fear of being tricked into doing something.

‘Should I kill him?’

After thinking for a moment, Philip asked, looking at Beom.

“Is there a bounty on that person by any chance?”

“yes. All in all, it would be about three hundred gold coins.”

“If I save you and take you, will you give me more money?”

“Of course. Because the mercenaries and merchants who want to eat that baby’s flesh will fill a castle with more than enough.”

“Hoo.”

When Philip heard that, he nodded his head in satisfaction.

“Then you know what to do and turn it into a bounty. I’ll take his bounty instead of what I was supposed to take care of. I’ll give it to you, the captain, so take care of it.”

Buttom flinched greatly. Handing over the neck of three hundred gold coins with ease was not something that could be done with ordinary distribution.

‘It’s f*cking hot. It’s a shame.’

“Wow f*ck… … Oh, sorry. It’s not like that, can I dare?”

‘If you fix Masha’s shoulder, you’ll have two hundred left. Is this enough to get them all retired? That’s enough money to buy one ranch.’

A rosy future was pictured in Bottom’s mind. He wanted to live the rest of his life leisurely with his young and beautiful wife.

He didn’t have a beautiful wife or money yet, but he seemed to be able to do it soon.

“Is this son of a b*tch treating people like objects? You motherf*cker, I’ve been holding the sword since the days when you were peeing on your mother’s mug.”

The bistro shouted in a huff. Maybe it was because he was a mercenary, but his mouth was quite open.

However, Philip was a body that routinely underwent unimaginable creative insults before possessing his current body.

In games, of course.

“Wow, that’s great. But why did you lose? Why don’t you train hard for that? I don’t know what you did for that long time to be so weak. Oh, are you feeling a little unwell?”

“What the f*ck is this guy?”

“You seem a bit angry. How would you like to live a little less? At this rate, before he hangs on the gallows and dies, he must first die of Hwabyung.”

Bistro’s face went red. The problem was that his body was bleeding. The blood flowing from his arms and legs accelerated and soaked the ground.

“this… f*ck the dog… … .”

Bistro’s consciousness faded, and he soon fell to the ground. Philip came closer and tapped him on the head with the tip of his toe.

“You seem to have passed out completely, but take care of it quickly. I will stop breathing.”

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Kassler Murella opened his eyes on the third morning of his awakening.

‘It’s different from the world I used to know.’

Having lived by being called a genius in his own way, he noticed that the world he recognized before and the world now are markedly different.

‘Let’s put this world as the background, not the individual as the subject of the phenomenon. Let’s imagine that this world is not a simple space made up of soil, water, and air, but a huge psychic body with many lives inside. The voices that life gives out while living a given life are just the noise of life from the perspective of this world.’

‘The magic used by humans is also like this, so keep that in mind.’

The conversation between Philip and Pribia still lingers in my head.

That was a point of view that no wizard had ever thought of. Most wizards studied runes, magical phenomena, and the laws and powers of spells.

He smiled with mixed emotions. It felt like my mind was clear.

“… … Coul.”

Suddenly, a small snoring sound was heard from a distance. My body, which had been creaking from standing for a long time, looked down and saw Janice, covered in a thin blanket, lying asleep on the grass.

Even a cursory glance could tell that she was doing that to take care of him at the moment of enlightenment, so Kasler leaned over and stroked Johnny’s hair with a moved expression.

“Be unique.”

Johnny’s eyes opened as if he felt a touch while sleeping.

“Huh… Oh my, brother? Are you awake?”

Johnny, who had been looking at Castler with half-asleep eyes, felt a sudden flash of consciousness and hurriedly stood up.

“brother?”

“okay. I came to my senses. did you protect me What about your wife?”

Johnny, who came to his senses, immediately hugged Castler by the waist.

“Cynthia unnie went to wash up for a while, so she will be back soon. Brother. How did it go? What enlightenment did you get?”

Johnny’s was also a wizard, so that was the most important thing. Castler smiled happily and rubbed Johnny’s shoulder.

“You seem to know a little bit about magic. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know later. Your instructor has enlightened me as well as you. What a wonderful person. It’s like looking down on the world from a very high place. Even the stage I have reached now is only the beginning of a high mountain in his eyes.”

Castler felt infinite respect for Philip. Janice tilted her head. Philip didn’t seem that great of a person to her.

He acknowledged that he was a kind and good person and had excellent swordsmanship skills, but he also felt that Castler, the quartermaster of the Mage Tower, was not someone worthy of respect.

‘… Come to think of it, he seems like a great person.’

Johnny himself didn’t know how to feel.

“Is the instructor that great?”

At the question of his lovely little sister, Kasler nodded as if of course.

“You are saying it for granted. Johnny’s. He could probably turn the world upside down if he wanted to. The same goes for his friend, a wizard named Pribia. How good it is that such a person likes you. Where is the instructor?”

“He said he was going out of town for a while.”

“I have to formally thank you. I don’t know what to repay for that teaching.”

“… I don’t know either.”

Janice murmured. The Philip she knew was not the kind of person who expected anything in return. He was a person whose words alone would suffice, but even with such grace, he could not go over it bare-mouthed.

“You go and ask if you need anything. Magical items, or things that could not be obtained even with money. If there is something in the family, I will bring it even if I rob the warehouse.”

“I will. Brother.”

“Be nice too. Would you please give me some support? Let’s go to where Cynthia is.”

“great.”

Johnny’s lent his shoulder to Castler. Leaning on the shoulder of his now almost grown-up youngest brother, Kassler decided what to do next.

‘… This is not something I would benefit from alone. It would be nice if talented people who will become the future of the continent share the same realization as me. And if only… … .’