The Paladin Owns the Relic

217 – Academy Initiation Ceremony (5)

Lecture on basic swordsmanship.

Professor Balantier fixed his tricky glasses. Although it is said to be basic, it is the basic swordsmanship of the ‘academy’ standard.

It was only natural that the level was high. In order to enter the academy in the first place, you had to prove your basic abilities in many complex and versatile areas.

The academy is not for the ignorant.

A higher education institution established for those who basically know about their field to learn more deeply.

So, even though it was a basic swordsmanship lecture, Valantier’s basic swordsmanship was famous for its sharpness that did not live up to its name.

In the first place, he was also a high-ranking knight. He was an Imperial Knight on par with Belves.

But even that sharp sword was taken by surprise now.

“What, what?!”

Imperial Knight Gordon.

All the swordsmanship of Gordon, a famous swordsman even among faculty members, are broken.

In the midst of countless magical flowers blooming in Adri.

“What is this?!”

“Kyaaak?!”

“Gyo, professor?”

“Get out of the way! It doesn’t look good!”

It is a gorgeous workshop. A fight of such an enormous level that he forgot that it was his lecture time.

Imperial Knight Gordon. It was a famous anecdote that he became an assistant to Professor Belves without being able to become a high-ranking knight.

Why is that anecdote famous?

Even such a noble being could not become a high-ranking knight, because the main reaction was how great the high-ranking knights, including Professor Belbes, were.

Ballantier opened his eyes wide. Imperial Knight Gordon. The sword he held out was obviously considerable.

But it wasn’t because of Gordon that he was surprised.

Berta formula.

Because of that splendid move that goes beyond enduring the nobility of that swordsmanship and destroys everything from the front.

Quaaa!!!

“This, this is…”

Valantier felt his common sense being crushed.

Imperial high knight. Among them, wouldn’t it be like this if you directly saw the ten swords called the pinnacle?

“Wow…Awesome…”

“How strong are you?”

These idiots!

Valantier glared at the students.

“That is not a matter of simply being strong!”

“Yes, yes?”

“Splendid Number Fight! Those eyes that read the trajectory and dot the space first! Time! The attitude to support it!”

Ballantier trembled with his body.

“…Everyone take a good look.”

Bertha’s expression covers the air.

However, even that colossal sword strike was simply crushed with one gloved hand.

As if a flower was drawn with a thousand hands, it is splendid.

Valantir gasped at the seriousness hidden in the splendor.

“This…For all warriors…A spectacle that cannot be exchanged for even a thousand pieces of gold…!”

. . .

“aaa!!!! A little bit more!!!!!!”

Gordon caught fire.

It’s too attached to it, even exhausting all of its energy.

I clicked my tongue. I tried to finish it at the right time, but there was a reason why I couldn’t.

Should I say that it is intermittent? Therefore…

He was trying to break through an unknown wall while fighting a strong man whose experience accumulated in Gordon’s body could not be surpassed.

“…Ah. Really!”

Knights and High Templars.

How many people are struggling because they can’t break through that wall.

Even in the empire called the country of knights, there were few high-ranking knights. As we exchanged swords together, I realized how desperate the desperate effort in Gordon’s hands was.

You know what? A story about warriors talking with swords.

“I’m so desperate…”

I tightened my hand. Power Control… Power Control…!

“I can’t help you!”

Even after spitting it out, I was laughing so hard. Trying to help others without hesitation for no reason.

A shape that seems to have changed. Come to think of it, it has always been like that. I’ve been living like this since 2 years ago.

It was awkward to help others for no reason. There were many happy things, but there were also many absurd things. I built a relationship, but at the same time I made enemies.

But if you ask me if I regret it, I had the confidence to say no.

The time I’ve been living like this-I felt that I was more faithful to my life than ever!

“Come on more!”

“aaa!!!”

Burn the body. The mana strengthened further, and the panting Gordon continued to attack.

I could see his muscles split with each bump. It was also seen that he was gasping for his exhausted stamina and gnawing at his sword.

However, on the contrary, a sword that becomes abnormally sharp.

The blue magic was wriggling. Mixed with sweat, he was running forward.

Keep going until wings run behind him. Cut off and eat your own flesh, somehow.

One step.

One step.

The life of a person who wanted to keep moving forward begins to unfold like a panorama in front of my eyes.

The swords collide. My fists are shaking.

Although the power was adjusted, the impact was tangible. Gentle trembling.

A glimpse of agony. Trembling is mixed with passion.

A heart that still burns even after getting older. A desire to move forward.

Beyond the article…

The mind to walk as a single soldier.

“This is a bit…”

As soon as he cuts his sword, he turns around. Insert your feet into the empty body.

[I activate SSS.]

Quaaa!!!

It’s too harsh a sound to pierce human flesh. A falling knight. However, the spark still sticks to the eyes that stand up straight away.

Naturalization.

Its eyes glow eeriely, as if they are not human.

“…hahahaha.”

I hit it pretty hard. There was a feeling. Falling down is the natural order.

But he stood up nonetheless.

It would be more accurate to say that the mind raised the body.

The flower buds that have been curled up all the time, not knowing how to bloom, begin to peel off one by one.

And I, who bumped into that heart, also-

“…I can’t do it properly.”

It started to catch fire.

“That’s not the end, is it? Sir Gordon.”

“hahahaha!”

It collides. Sword and sword. Two nothings occupy the void.

It covers the space and fills the training ground violently. Crashing sound. Falling sweat and sweeping ground.

Move forward. Turn and kick crush and comb

One. Two.

Set the tempo.

Wooddeuk!

The sword fell off Gordon’s broken arm. However, Gordon immediately turned around and grabbed the sword with his free arm.

To the other side of the sword where pain has been forgotten.

Magic energy was applied to the outstretched leg. In an instant, there was a thud and the building shook.

Runaway.

No…

The flowering beyond that.

“Here… Go…”

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The voice that had been squeezed out of countless battles was trembling as if it would collapse at any moment. However, the sword he gripped with his left hand didn’t even budge.

His wall was so high that he seemed unable to escape.

The wall that was too high to be tall alone – shakes when it meets an overwhelming force.

“Here… Go…!”

A dot is drilled in the wall.

The crack that started from the point spreads to the surroundings.

It is about to collapse enough to envelop the whole and reveal the space behind the wall.

For now, though, a hole in one point. It’s hard to see all the way behind it, but…

A hole once drilled will grow big enough to eat the whole thing.

“Here…Is…The realm of the sword…!”

Gordon laughed. Power went into his hand holding the sword.

The magic that started from the muscles completely wrapped around his arm. It pulsed like it was alive and breathing.

Being one with the object.

Unification of new swords.

Now fully within the realm, Gordon exhaled.

Breathing was short, inhalation was instantaneous.

“Thank you.”

My feet came off the ground.

“Vincent.”

It’s flying. The result of nothing that a knight has worked hard for throughout his life.

Fold the space and run on it. The sword containing the far-off force swallows the air and flies like a snake.

Splendid but heavy. It diverges countless times, but in the end it is one.

A blow that makes your skin tremble. A near-death swordsman unfolds before my eyes.

I…

“Thank you.”

I quietly reached out my hand.

I embraced the power just before it exploded.

I enjoyed the silence.

The sword itself of a knight who is still running through his youth.

. . .

Time has stopped.

Gordon felt that way.

Shake of hands. The feeling of the broken right arm was still there. The pain came little by little…

Something was fine.

“…Ah.”

There was something strange about the voice that came out of his mouth. It didn’t seem like his own.

I feel different.

The feeling of being freed from bondage and looking ahead.

“Forty lifetimes… I tried… But now I think I can’t get over it… I tried to let go…”

The pole of nothingness.

Gordon looked at the young man in front of him.

He smiled at the young man who grabbed the sharpest sword of his life and grabbed it with his fingertips.

“The sky above the sky… Is it…”

I have no choice but to say that.

The Ten Swords of the Empire?

The twelve continental stars above it?

Gordon was convinced.

Nobody…

“You are…What the hell…”

I can’t beat the young man in front of me one-on-one.

“Who…Is…?”

“Is it important?”

“…Ha… hahahaha…!”

That statement is also true.

Gordon felt numerous stares. In his shrugged gaze, he saw Professor Ballantier and his students, who were clenching his fists and trembling.

I wonder if everyone was watching. I quickly forgot the background around me.

“It doesn’t matter who…You are…”

I just want to thank you.

Because he allowed me to put his foot, albeit a small one, on the level he had been looking at all his life.

“Thank you…You are…Of my lifetime…”

Visibility drops. Gordon slammed his face into the floor.

His nose was crushed and blood gushed out. His lungs trembled at the breath he vomited out belatedly.

But…

“Eun…In…In…”

It wasn’t such a bad feeling.