Crunch! Crunch!
Usually, the act of climbing a cliff involves finding a foothold on the cliff and using your hands and feet to get up.
Just trying to squeeze through the gap with your hands and feet is honestly a burdensome act, so it was an obvious act rather than a sensible one.
But the way he climbed the cliff was different from others.
No, it was a method that went against common sense.
Phew!
“Hoo! Hoo!”
Forcibly binding hands and feet.
The cliff was not a sand hill, so he kicked the cliff with his feet every time he climbed, creating a stepping stone, and he dug in the blades of his hands to create a place to hold onto.
And that too with bare feet and bare hands.
He just went forward without any equipment and without any knowledge, but when I looked at him, the word ‘honest’ came to mind rather than ‘ignorant’.
I just looked up really honestly, and when I climbed all the way up the cliff.
“Haa…! Haaah!”
He lay stretched out on the bed, breathing heavily.
His whole body was covered in sweat, and there were many scratch marks on his feet, hands, and skin.
This was evidence of how many times he almost slipped while climbing and how dangerous the cliff climbing was.
But perhaps people don’t know.
That he had climbed the cliff more than five times, and even fell once.
It was a miracle that he was alive, but the man’s uncanny resilience and the body that had worked tirelessly to become stronger must have been holding him back.
The man, Lee Han, had completely exhausted himself and had no desire to move.
I realize once again that cliff climbing is a more difficult training than I thought.
Every time you climb, not only do all your muscles get used, but your physical and mental strength are also used up a lot.
One moment of carelessness can lead to great disaster, and it is not surprising that you can get hurt at any time.
It goes without saying that you don’t need a ton of gear when you go cliff climbing.
So, Lee Han’s actions were outrageous.
To others, it’s no different than going crazy and trying to kill yourself.
However, Lee Han believed that when he thought he had overcome this limit, his body would grow further.
Well, it hasn’t really shown much effect yet. If you keep repeating this and mastering it, you’ll see results someday.
That’s what effort is.
“…let’s do the next one.”
Although he wanted to take a nap, Lee Han chose to move instead of sleeping.
Just eat light nutrition and get going.
Ta-da! Ta-a-aak!
He started practicing his ‘skill’.
Simple techniques I learned from watching others in the Knights Templar.
It is a technique that focuses on joints, similar to submission.
Although he didn’t practice much normally, Lee Han started practicing his joint skills at this moment.
The object of practice is a human-shaped doll filled with sand.
The best way to practice is to target people, but since we don’t have any, we have to do it this way.
In that way, we practiced joints and tackling, and we also practiced throwing ropes tied to a tree like in Judo.
Judo learned during my previous life as a non-commissioned officer.
I haven’t used it much so far, but I think it will come in handy as I practice.
In addition, you must practice sword and spear fighting, axe swinging, and dagger throwing.
Even though you can’t freely handle more than ten weapons like other knights, you should practice everything you can.
’24 hours in a day are not enough, really.’
Although Lee Han grumbled that the day was too short, he silently went about doing what he could, one by one.
It wasn’t quite a great awakening, but the events of last night were enough to set the man’s heart on fire. Lee Han harbored a poisonous feeling in his heart.
Baltar, aside from that inspiration, there are more nobles to defeat.
Phew!
The determined look in his body grew stronger.
*
… … and Lee Han was late.
It was the first day of class.
*
“Did you hear? That guy was late on the first day and got called in by the dean again.”
“It was the same during the entrance ceremony, but he is truly a person of all time in many ways.”
“Your skills seem great.”
“Even though he has great skills, his behavior is bad and he shows no signs of learning etiquette. Isn’t he just a mercenary, not a knight?”
“… That might be why you were demoted. I guess the higher-ups wouldn’t like you.”
“That’s true too.”
The academy is large.
But at the same time, it is also narrow.
I guess it’s because they are still active cadets in many ways, so they often hang out in groups.
What this means is that rumors spread easily and there are no secrets.
Even what happened this morning will be spread within 10 minutes.
“… That instructor, is he okay?”
“well.”
The students of the swordsmanship department sighed with obvious worry on their faces.
Because I was really worried about the instructor who would teach them starting this year.
A commotion mixed with anxiety filled the training grounds where about 80 cadets had gathered.
There were also second and third year students, but most of them did not come to class.
This is because, starting from the second or third year, most students try to solve everything through personal training at their families rather than attending the swordsmanship department.
Only when a swordsmanship competition is scheduled will he make a sneaky appearance.
In other words, this meant that there were roughly 80 first-year students gathered together.
Among them, there were those who were at the level of trainees who had mastered the art of speculation, while there were also those who were embarrassed to even call themselves prosecutors.
This was especially true for those of commoner origin, who had only learned the basics at a local swordsmanship school or something like that.
No, I feel like I can say that I learned the basics by watching that.
However, it is ironic that many of these people are nobles, and they come here with the intention of becoming friends with those who might become future knights, without even considering swordsmanship or chivalry.
“But I didn’t know he would come to class.”
“That’s what I mean. It would be better for him to spend more time on personal training.”
But this year was a relatively good year.
Unlike previous cases where most of the people were just rookies, this year there were some big names mixed in.
First of all, he is a unique presence among this year’s freshmen.
Prince Roen.
He was one of the strongest candidates for the next Grand Duke, and he was said to be able to fight without losing even when fighting against a regular knight.
However, there are many other great ones.
The leader of the mercenary army, the disciple of a great mercenary known as the King of Mercenaries, or the eldest son of the famous swordsmanship family of Offen.
Also, there are mysterious races said to live in deserts, grasslands, and jungles, or descendants of barbarians, who are called savage warriors.
Finally, when you establish a world of order, you can use the mysterious power of magic.
… … or a wizard.
“…Why is he here?”
“Most of the classes in the Magic Department are self-directed, so maybe that’s why they came here? To earn credits. Or maybe they came to get to know each other like everyone else.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s an unusual move for a wizard.”
“I agree.”
A genius sorceress as beautiful as a fairy.
People gave Irene Windler mixed looks.
After all, it’s rare for a magician to be in a swordsmanship class.
“… Ugh.”
And she, Irene Windler, was hesitating, finding this attention utterly awkward.
I also find this place quite awkward.
‘Oh, did I apply for nothing?’
Irene Windler herself wondered if it was the right thing to do even after she applied.
But this couldn’t be helped.
This wasn’t the fault of the ghosts in his head, but rather, this time it was entirely her fault for making a mistake during the course registration period.
‘I didn’t know there would be this few classes left…’
[You’re an idiot. That’s why I told you to do it in advance.]
‘Shut up! If you think about it, I didn’t have enough time because I was looking for a house!’
[It’s because your vision is narrow, you stupid child.]
‘If you just talk, you’ll know!’
She was fighting the ghost that she fought with several times a day, but she thought to herself that it was fortunate.
But still, I get to take classes from instructors I know.
‘Well, maybe he’ll care more than expected.’
We’re neighbors and we even eat together.
Irene secretly hoped that things would work out well.
at that time.
“Ah, everyone is here.”
He finally appeared in the training ground, and Irene greeted him with joy as soon as she heard his voice… .
“…huh?”
-I tried to greet them, but the rest of the cadets, including Irene, blinked and felt doubtful.
That would be true.
“chair.”
“Yes!”
“Turn down your voice. It’s loud.”
“Oh, I understand.”
“Don’t shake your voice. If someone sees you, they’ll think I’m going to eat you.”
“… Yes.”
“It’s a little better now. Huh? Why is the chair so low!!”
“Eek! Sorry, sorry!”
“If I apologize, will my academy life end?”
“… … .”
“I’m joking.”
“… … .”
… When did the Count’s son change his job to a servant?
Damien Follett.
The reckless young master who started the incident at the entrance ceremony the day before was holding his hand.
… Her face was puffy like a burst ravioli and looked really ugly.
The cadets blinked.
*
*
*
Lee Han was on his way back today after being scolded by the dean unintentionally.
Since I was late for the morning meeting, it wouldn’t have been surprising if I got scolded.
‘… This is the number one time.’
I’ve never even been to the principal’s office in my past life, but strangely enough, I’m going in and out of the dean’s office in this life.
Well, it’s not like it’s unfair because it was self-inflicted, but
I also started to feel a sense of guilt, wondering if I had been such an insincere person.
Now, when I see the dean’s face, I feel a little sorry.
however
“Oh, hello, sir… .”
“… … .”
Not sorry at all.
The thought of the blown dumpling, or rather ravioli guy, pretending to know him made Lee Han feel bad from the start.
How dare this kid appear before me!
“I guess you came here because you wanted to get your gloves fitted again?”
Lee Han opened his eyes halfway and touched his gloved hand.
I think I’ll throw in a copper coin this time.
But.
dump!
“Please, please make me your follower! I will become a knight!”
“……what?”
Suddenly, the bastard got down on his knees and started talking crazy, asking to be accepted as a knight.
‘The bell knight, as far as I know, that’s definitely just a bell knight in name only… .’
… wasn’t it a declaration of physical surrender to become a slave?
Sneak.
Lee Han slowly stepped back, trying to get away from the guy.
With contempt for that kind of taste, he’s a beggar.
