I Became a Time-Limited Swordsmanship Genius at the Academy

5. Swordsmanship

– Not bad. Even though he was a monster, there was a reason he was able to stand as a professor at the academy.

“…Grandel-sama. If you compare Professor Durahan’s skills with the hero, who has the upper hand?”

– Yes, you bastard! Of course, the warrior, Cain. When I was alive, he heard a demigod. Rather, you… Have you ever seen me ask that?

Nodded quietly.

Grandel let out a blank laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

– Then how far did you look?

“I understood all, if not all, of the flow and purpose you had for the sword.”

– …That’s crazy. It’s safe to say that you’ve seen it all. I don’t know much about swords, but there are so many things I’ve looked over my shoulder.

The dry saliva went over to the temple.

As if speeding up to 0.25, Professor Dyurahan recalled the swordsmanship.

Fixed waist for proper support and legs spread shoulder-width apart.

The arm that is firmly held is a greatsword that is held steady like an upright conviction.

Dozens of slashes through the air in an instant.

‘How many castles does Professor Durahan have? He must have at least 6 stars to enter the academy as a professor… But Professor Dullahan seems to be around 7 stars.’

My hands are itching.

I wanted to hold the sword.

The desire to melt everything I saw into the sword rose up.

Students were laughing, taking what Professor Durahan said as a joke.

“hahahahaha! Professor too! There’s no way that’s true! Theo, did you understand the swordsman the professor just showed you?”

“Ugh… No. I’ve kept it in my eyes, but I don’t think I’m at my level yet to understand it.”

“Look at this! If Theo, the best in my class, didn’t understand, no one else would?”

He was a smiling student, but Theo’s eyes were trembling.

‘That’s scratched.’

How sincere Theo is about his sword, how could he say something like that?

Later, we also have sparring lessons, but if that friend meets Theo, he will die.

“…Is that so?”

Professor Dyurahan snooped over his body with a playful voice.

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My body flinched as if I had met a predator.

‘…Looks like our eyes met.’

The helmet tucked under his armpit was strangely bent this way.

“We’ll find out about that later. Today, we’re going to pick a student who will do the same demonstration. If you apply, we’re going to give you a shop. Is there anyone coming forward?”

“Me! I want to!”

“Yes, student Theo. Please come forward.”

Theo stepped forward confidently. The innocent smile on his face showed no worries.

‘Demonstration… You’re picking students to show off the quick sword and blunt sword you just did. They give me a shop and remind me of the old days.’

In terms of university standards, it looked similar to the bonus point.

If there were students aiming at the store, you could raise your hand, but it was a risk.

If you try it wrong, embarrassment follows… It becomes a place that can become a dark history in an instant.

‘That would be very fatal for students who aspire to become knights. Then, after all, is Theo the only student who raises his hand?’

There is no child as pure and carefree as that friend.

I thought about raising my hand too.

However, in the aftermath of climbing the stairs to heaven yesterday, I started to worry about whether I would be able to properly hold the sword due to my shaky legs and miserably low stats.

“Um… Is there anyone out there? Then I’ll just randomly…”

“I’ll do it, Professor.”

A fine voice was heard as if a jade marble was rolling.

‘Come to think of it, that friend was there.’

Beautiful silver hair that looks like silk.

Blue eyes and a slim jawline.

At a glance, the neatly gathered legs and well-groomed clothes read, ‘I am a noble lady who grew up in a great family’.

“Ah, it’s Isabelle Altair. Certainly, a family that handles quick swords, there’s no way Altair would fall into a place like this.”

“Oh… This might be a bit of a struggle for Theo, too?”

The students who were watching began to discuss as if they were measuring their combat power.

It wasn’t even sparring, but the competition to see who was better at swordsmanship was always a fun spectacle.

– Hoo… He’s the heir to the Altair family.

“Do you know who it is?”

– Then. It’s really rare to see a full-mate knight wearing a yellow mustache while traveling. How cute she was when the friend said she would do justice to the quicksword…

It was something I didn’t know even in the game.

Can a mustache grow yellower than that?

‘Isabel Altair. In the future, with the speed of the sword, you will have skills that no one can match. As far as the quick sword, even Theo won’t be pushed back.’

“Okay. Then student Theo will take charge of the blunt sword and student Isabelle will take charge of the quick sword. Could you show student Theo first? The important thing is to be heavy. The point is not to lose strength.”

Theo nodded.

Letting go of the usual smile.

I could see him closing his eyes and concentrating on the sword.

His hands were infinitely slow.

From top to bottom.

Move slowly.

From movement to cutting.

From cutting to pressing.

For a moment, I felt that Theo’s presence grew momentarily.

He reproduced exactly what Professor Durahan had shown.

Clap clap clap.

“Well done. That’s pretty good. You’re also Theo.”

Theo puts down his sword and finally laughs.

There was sweat on his forehead.

Other students clapped their hands in admiration to see if they were the same.

‘Hmm… Is that enough?’

I tilted my head.

It wasn’t enough. It seemed that he could not reproduce even 2% of the swordsmanship he showed and 80% of the dull sword.

The future him could do better. Regret followed.

“Then Isabel, are you ready?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

Without waiting, Isabelle moves.

She didn’t get lost at all, as if she knew everything from the start.

A sword that stretches boldly.

The straight sword falls.

The time for the fallen sword to rise again was just an instant.

Isabel’s demonstration was over in an instant. But she had no one to blame.

“Isn’t Isabelle of the quicksword… Too fast?”

“I’ve only seen solid silver lines drawn. It’s amazing…”

‘Bending her wrist is the point.’

I understand. It was an unnecessary waste of strength to break the path with her arm.

Demonstration from experience was a very good textbook.

Twisting her wrists, she recalls the technique she just saw.

If it were me, if I were standing there with a sword…

“Both of them have been very good. I can say that their efforts so far have paid off, especially in the case of Isabelle. I will give both of them 3 points. Is there anyone who can come out and try more? ?”

In an instant, the classroom became quiet.

No one has the confidence to do well with more than two students.

Professor Durrahan lifted up his helmet and looked around as if it was regrettable that it had ended like this.

“Hmm… There. The blue hair…”

I remember the dull sword more than the quick sword I just saw.

The life of a quick sword is speed. Since speed is important, if only speed is dedicated, it can be said that it is a completed swordsmanship.

However, the best part of a blunt sword is the atmosphere.

Slow, but never slow.

The atmosphere that makes you pull back even though you feel like you can avoid it…

“El student?”

“Yes?”

I woke up from unconsciousness at the sound of a voice calling me.

“Are you willing to come forward and show everyone your swordsmanship?”

My heart thumps and falls.

Of course I wanted to go out.

But it was groundless confidence.

In both my past and present lives, I have never wielded a sword.

This is what I taught and evaluated from the bottom of my heart, but the moment I said it out of my mouth, it was no different than a grandfather who had seen many places and came and gave them a baduk instruction.

In addition, the current condition is the worst of the worst.

Hold on the ankles to prevent wobbly legs and low stamina from rising easily.

– Hmm… Come to think of it, I didn’t teach you anything, my first immortal.

Grandel grinned.

– This is a good opportunity. Don’t let me tell you about marriage.

***

Poohup.

I heard laughter.

“Hey, that’s him. The guy who was beaten up by Galihad and the others.”

“I heard that Galihad stole ashes? You must have wanted to become a knight in the first place. I saw it for the first time today.”

He was a shabby man.

Pale skin and long blue hair.

My hair was not properly tidied up, so it was frizzy and messy. There was a tea that was not managed.

At the academy, L was famous but not famous.

Students being bullied.

A commoner who walks the path of an ordinary loser, nothing more, nothing less.

No one understood his pain in the academy society where networking was important.

In addition, it was foolish to care because this place is based on merit.

Isabelle glanced at Elle, who was sitting quietly at her desk, and turned her head away.

‘I will refuse anyway. It’s been that way all along.’

It is not once or twice that Professor G. Gren pointed out L.

Since a month ago, the professor showed a deep interest in L, to the point of giving her personal counseling and even giving her personal guidance.

But El shook her head in silence, and the moment he held the sword was counted on her hand.

“If you want to decline, you can. Then, Theo and Isabel will go back to their seats…”

Professor G.Gren turned around as if he was sorry.

No, it was the turning moment.

Drreuk.

The will scratched the ground and stepped back.

L stood up in the silence of the lecture hall.

Walking while limping on something that looks uncomfortable.

As we moved forward one square, the students started talking.

“What is it? Why are you leaving? Are you thinking of telling the professor not to do it any more?”

“Ugh… Look at them walking around like slugs. I think I know why they’re bothering me…”

L kept her expressionless as if she was used to her criticism.

What he said to Professor G.Gren was simple.

“I will demonstrate the blunt sword.”