20th.
It had already been 20 days since the students of the swordsmanship department had ascended to Vulcan.
It could also mean that twenty days have passed since the cadets began their life-threatening training.
Risk your life.
If someone heard it, they would think it was an exaggeration, but if there was anyone who watched their training from beginning to end in the past, they would not doubt that statement.
Their training was that harsh and brutal.
“Ugh!”
“Get up! Get up! If you fall from here, you’ll die…!”
They did their first cliff climb in their lives after a week of training.
I was wondering how the PT exercise ended in less than two hours, but it turned out that I finished early to climb this.
They had to struggle to climb the cliffs of dizzying heights, straining their entire senses.
A height from which one could die or become disabled if one falls.
They didn’t want to die yet, and they climbed the cliff desperately, doing their best, even shedding tears and blood.
In fact, only the three assistants and Roen climbed all the way up this cliff.
The rest fell in the middle, and were saved only by the telekinesis of Irene Windler, who was waiting at the bottom of the cliff.
This was the first successful attempt at climbing the cliff, and it took four days for everyone else to succeed.
But after it all came up.
Bam.
“Whenever you climb a cliff from now on, carry this bag.”
“… … … .”
… the instructor is clearly a devil.
Otherwise, how could we tell them to climb the cliff carrying sandbags?
However, the reason I couldn’t refute him was because I had learned not to disobey his orders.
“I will show you first. Follow along.”
If they carry 10kg sandbags, that guy is climbing the cliff carrying 100kg sandbags.
But how could I complain if I climbed up to that state and then came down the cliff again and climbed back up with them?
There was already no one among the new cadets who had not received help from him.
So again 9 days.
Only then did they succeed in climbing on their own, carrying sandbags.
“-You all did a good job. I guess I won’t have to do gymnastics anymore. I think I’ve learned how to build muscle strength even without doing gymnastics.”
It’s been 20 days since I heard such praise, and I feel like crying.
It’s not that I’m moved by the sound of that hateful, hateful whistle.
Because he acknowledged it.
This alone would be enough to bring tears to my eyes, and anyone who has trained for a while will agree.
That’s right, the instructor always trained with them.
No matter how gruesome the training may be, he never stays still.
Always with them until the end. Always working 10 times harder than them.
‘Please continue to help me.’
‘Please come down the mountain and always bring me food.’
‘Please give me a report to replace the lecture…, isn’t that something I shouldn’t be thankful for?’
‘… There is no help that has not been received.’
You will learn what an example is and why you can respect others.
And he was indeed a great man worthy of respect.
At least for them.
Now, 20 days have passed.
There may have been some resentment or hatred towards him, but at least there was no one who held any grudge or hatred against him.
How can one complain when he governs them by example rather than oppressing them with violence?
They were not beasts.
“From now on, you will be able to do all the basic physical training on your own, except for the morning jogging. Now, you will all be able to do it on your own without the instructor telling you.”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s the point of lying? The instructor has taught you enough training methods, so now you should learn how to do it yourself. Whether you do it willingly or not will determine your future.”
“… … .”
“I hope you won’t become lazy. I hope you won’t feel ashamed of having taught me.”
“… … .”
First memory.
-evil!!!
They shouted loudly.
With all my heart.
“It’s true that your physical specs have improved significantly compared to twenty days ago.”
“Even people who know those guys would find it hard to believe, they’d probably think they’re the same person.”
It was the sentiment expressed by Arno and Garland.
Twenty days ago, at best, they were nothing more than low-level mercenaries.
Because my life was like a mayfly, I didn’t know when I would die.
But now.
They were no longer low-level mercenaries.
“I think I could become an intermediate, or at best, upper-middle level mercenary.”
Not only is his physical level bad, but his momentum is also extraordinary.
The level of a veteran mercenary.
And you can see how highly Garland is evaluated, since he is not just being compared to an ordinary mercenary, but to a mercenary belonging to the legendary mercenary group, the Wolves of the Wilderness.
“It looks like it’ll be a good match against the disciples of the family.”
The young prince of the Offen family, the swordsmanship family with the largest number of disciples in the kingdom, also felt the same way.
Arno seriously considered introducing Yihan’s lessons if he returned to his family.
at that time.
“But still, I’m not at the level where I can catch a bear with my bare hands.”
“…Kunta’s standards are a bit strange.”
“Our tribe’s children, if they kill a bear, a crocodile, or a monster, they will be recognized as warriors. And if they reach the level of warriors, they won’t be afraid of the shaman. However, the sprouts are not at that level yet. If they fight the shaman now, they won’t win yet. The sprouts are still weak.”
“… … Hmm.”
Both of them nodded their heads as they listened to his clumsy but vague statement.
I also understand that the sorcerer he was talking about was a wizard, and it was also a declaration that twenty days of training was not enough.
however
“You can just fill in those gaps from now on.”
This was Lee Han’s definitive answer after hearing all those stories, and people looked at Lee Han with expressions of heightened anticipation.
“Chick number 2.”
“yes yes!”
“Bring it.”
“all right.”
Irene Windler followed Lee Han’s orders as if she was used to it.
Maybe it’s because we’ve become so close in many ways while working as a teaching assistant, but I can understand what he’s asking me to bring without him even asking me specifically.
It was something that secretly made Irene Windler proud.
Kuung.
For a moment the ground shook.
A considerable number of trees.
These are things that are collected by uprooting or cutting down dead or rotten trees.
Toouk.
“You’ll find out later when you touch it that this tree is quite hard. It’s made up of rotten and dead trees, but it’s strange that they’re not hard, having survived the harsh environment of Vulcan.”
Even without touching it, you can guess the hardness of the wood just by looking at it.
It feels incredibly huge and has a strange vibe.
Even though it was a dead tree, it was that strong, so how strong must the still-fresh Vulcan trees be?
I am once again in awe of the mystery of the magical power that Vulcan holds.
“Well, don’t be afraid. I didn’t show you this to discourage you. But you should know that the Spellcaster race is the kind of race that can move even heavy trees like this on their own.”
“!!?!”
It wasn’t just a hassle that he had Irene Windler move the tree.
He showed it.
This is what those who hold the mystery of magic and the incomprehensible power of the world of spells can do.
“Even if it doesn’t work, it’ll probably weigh 1.5 tons. In that sense, it’s the number 2 chick. Was it easy to lift this?”
“Oh, that was a bit tricky, huh? Telekinesis is like, you know, lifting the entire tree by wrapping it around your magical power.”
“How much wood can you lift?”
“If you really want to, maybe four trees?”
“Oh, I see.”
Irene, who speaks nonsense calmly, and Lee Han, who takes it for granted.
The cadets felt a chill at the two people’s bland conversation.
You can lift up four trees as you wish.
About 6 tons.
To be able to manipulate such a huge mass at will… .
It reaffirms that wizards are not called objects of fear for nothing.
One man army.
Even standing alone, they were enough to influence the situation on the battlefield.
however
“Don’t be scared, you guys.”
Lee Han calmly reprimanded them.
A warning that all the training you’ve put in is a waste.
Only then did the cadets raise their heads and see the instructor’s bright, confident smile.
“Yeah, it probably felt more unreasonable than I thought. You can manipulate that much mass at will, and you can also control unexpected mysterious powers. Chick number 2, is it possible that the flames are different too?”
“Hmm, it’s not really my specialty. I use the water and wind attributes to create a world of spells…”
It was an amazing statement.
If there was a wizard here, he would be shocked.
Most wizards only have one attribute, and they are the ones who sell that as their main skill.
But she said she had both qualities.
double.
It’s an amazing trait that only a great wizard would have.
However, the magic hater, who is not very interested in the greatness of wizards, has an indifferent look on his face.
“Enough with the small talk, can you handle it?”
I only asked for the conclusion.
“Well, it will take time, but I think we can handle it, right?”
“Then, from now on, cast fire magic on that tree and throw it at me with all your might.”
“…yes?”
“Don’t ask again. Hurry up.”
“……yes.”
Although she still looked daunted, she did as she was told.
Hurrah!
A tree that had been floating in the air for a moment was engulfed in fire.
Irene Windler.
A wizard known as the genius of the century.
It is evaluated that no talent like hers will appear in the next 100 years.
It was a talent that represented a century, and it was a part that made it clear why she received so much attention.
And now, a wizard of such talent poured his magical power into chanting fire magic.
It’s threatening.
The hot heat of the fire was like that, but the density of the fire that blazed due to magical power was different.
At this moment, the burning log is no longer just a log burning in flames, but has become a giant spear with the magical power of fire.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a [siege weapon].
But these weapons.
“Are you really going to throw it?”
“Stop talking and just throw it with all your might.”
“… Gulp.”
Irene Windler swallowed hard and complied.
Really, with all my might.
I used all the magic power I had to activate telekinesis, and its power was now so great that it could not be reversed.
Phew!!
Could it be that seeing Naite was this scary?
It is not the purpose of ringing a bell to announce the new year, but rather the pressure of piercing through a giant bell.
However, Lee Han did not show even an inch of retreat when faced with the volley of flames flying straight at him.
I only looked forward, slowly.
“The body of a trained human being is strong. However, most people do not know how to use the strength of their strong body.”
Crunch!
Lee Han’s feet dug hard into the ground and became fixed.
As if there was no sign of even the slightest retreat.
“However, this is also possible depending on how the power flows and how that power is handled and applied.”
Lee Han rotated his body without hesitation and threw a punch.
To overthrow the regime.
Neat and tidy, exemplary, yet more solid than any other attitude.
Phew!
A rotation developed around his body, forming a vortex around him.
Extend your fist.
I wondered if such a simple act could be so magnificent, and then the next moment.
Kwaaaaang!!
The regime and Geochang clashed.
Common sense would suggest that it would be in accordance with the laws of physics for a human body to fly away or be torn apart.
However.
Wah-jijik-!
… … What was broken was not a human made of skin, but a tree of immense strength.
“Oh, it’s split in half?”
“… … .”
“Is this a dream…?”
No one blinked an eye, even though I was confident I couldn’t believe it.
I wondered if this was real, and it was a sight I simply could not believe.
Having performed such an unbelievable miracle, he turned to them, shaking off his uninjured hands.
“This is what it means to use force, to throw a punch. Well, I’m still not very good at it.”
“…haha.”
An absurd declaration that makes you burst out in laughter.
“… Is there a separate name for that punch?”
Roen’s calm question.
However, unlike usual, there was a little anticipation and trepidation in it, and Lee Han spit out the name of a goal he wanted to reach with this fist someday.
“A Hundred Steps Divine Fist”
It was the name of a very inadequate punch that could only hit an object within a radius of ten steps, let alone a hundred steps.
