< 148. Intensive Training (2) >
#148
A month has passed. Even though it was just dawning, the training ground of the special adventure club was burning with enthusiasm. Ronan, covered in her wounds, threw down her sword and cried out.
“Faster!”
“Kaaaaak!”
Sigh! The tip of Ronan’s sword passed through Itargand’s chest, making a shallow cut. His red blood spurted along his wounds.
His body was also completely destroyed, no different from Ronan’s. Enraged, Itargand’s pupils narrowed vertically.
“You damn human!”
“Hehe… The most important thing in hand-to-hand combat is judgment… Heo, predict what your opponent will do and act.”
“die!”
Itargand stretched out his arm, aiming at Ronan. The long bracelet wrapped around his wrist clattered. A magic circle was drawn in front of his hand, and scarlet flames poured out like an explosion.
Kuaaaa! A scarlet torrent engulfed Ronan’s form. Adeshan, who was watching the two people sparring while wearing sunglasses, put his hands together and brought them to his mouth.
“Itargand. You need to know how to control your anger. “There are still a lot of gaps in my movements!”
“Shut up, bitch. “Don’t meddle with me!”
Itargand scolded. Sparks flew from the corner of his mouth. At that time, the pouring flames split in half. Itargand’s eyes widened.
“shit···! “Didn’t you get hit?”
“You bastard. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk to that person?”
Ronan’s voice came from in front of me. But Itargand could not see him. The crescent-shaped sword that flew through the flames had already reached right in front of his eyes.
“Ugh!”
Itargand stopped the spell by clenching his fist and hurriedly took his body back. He knew better than anyone else that that sword energy could not be blocked with a shield.
Sigh! The sword energy passed by her shoulder. At the same time, wings unfolded from Itargand’s back. There was little chance of victory in hand-to-hand combat. He was just about to take off.
“I got caught.”
thud! Ronan, who was running ahead, hit the ground with his right foot. The area beneath Itargand’s feet glowed brightly. Suddenly unable to move his body, he lowered his gaze.
“f*ck, what?”
Shiny roots wrapped tightly around his legs. A dagger shining white was stuck about three steps away. It was Ymir, a dagger that could copy auras. Itargand gritted his teeth.
“this···!”
“It was a waste. “If I had flown, I wouldn’t have known.”
Ronan’s voice came from right in front. Itargand hastily turned his head.
Ronan was already one step closer. This was the moment when La Mancha’s blade was about to touch his neck. Ugh! Itargand’s form distorted and disappeared from sight.
“It’s getting stronger as the days go by.”
Ronan sighed after confirming his victory. His arm was also covered with a black bracelet.
It was a space-type magic tool that was useful when training with members before Haeju, and was used to detect fatal wounds and move the user. Ronan said, turning to Adeshan.
“Huh…what’s my record with this?”
“133 wins in 152 fights. Itargand’s win rate is increasing.”
“A dragon is a dragon. “I wasn’t wrong after all.”
Ronan laughed. While catching his breath, he took off his jacket and threw it away. After playing ssambak for an hour, sweat was pouring down from my whole body. Adeshan took a deep breath.
“Ro, Ronan…”
“Whoa… it’s hot. “What’s wrong, senior?”
“···no. “I feel a lot better.”
Adeshan turned his head and glanced at Ronan. At that level, it seemed rude to ignore it. The body trained during training was reminiscent of a statue carved by a master.
The shoulders, which were originally wide, were spread at right angles to the neck, and the veins on the forearms were noticeably thicker. Is this similar to the days when we were treated as punitive forces? Ronan tilted his head.
“is it so? “I don’t know.”
“It got better. I definitely think it’s okay. “Your training method.”
“It’s thanks to you and that dragon. “Did you have anything to point out this time?”
Ronan asked. She fell asleep for a moment and then Ade Shan opened her mouth.
“Hmm… I’m already on track with most of the basic skills and techniques. I think I just need to pay a little more attention to that newly discovered sword technique. “Would you like to relax your left shoulder a little when doing the fifth thrust?”
“aha. Like this?”
Ronan immediately cast the Savior’s Sword in 2 seconds. Seven comet-like stabs pierced the air and returned to the scabbard. Paang! A belated sound was heard. Ronan laughed as he felt that his movements were much smoother than before.
“Senior is a genius. “How on earth can you see this?”
“Hehe, I just have slightly better eyes than others.”
Adeshan smiled. She gladly accepted her request to become her coach and took care of Ronan and Itar Gand every morning.
Because I was busy with my work as student council president, I wasn’t able to stick together like I used to, but it still helped me a lot. She clapped her hands as if she remembered something and held out one of her water bottles to Ronan.
“By the way, you should drink this.”
“Ah…damn. “You can’t drink it, right?”
“huh. “I told you that you have to drink it consistently for it to be effective.”
The liquid in the bottle was not water. Looking at Adeshan’s tightly closed lips, it seemed like compromise would be impossible. It reminded her of her older sister, who had always pushed her to drink tea, saying it was good for her body.
“eww···.”
Ronan reluctantly took the bottle and gulped down the liquid inside. As soon as the slightly bitter liquid passed down the esophagus, it turned into formless energy and spread throughout the body.
My energy increased quickly and wounds all over my body began to heal. It was a potion received from the Dancing Mule Workshop as a reward for restoring spring.
“Ugh, use it.”
“It definitely seems to be effective, right? “The amount of mana flowing in the body has noticeably increased.”
“It’s so tasteless, so of course it has to be effective.”
At that time, an angry shout rang out. Ronan and Adeshan turned their heads at the same time. bang! The door to the club building burst open.
“shit!”
It was a place set as a resurrection point. Itargand, covered in wounds, walked out with a sigh. As he looked around, he looked at Ronan and shouted.
“You swindler! “What kind of trick have you pulled this time?”
“It’s too harsh to say you’re a fraud. “It is clearly a human strategy to use the given tools to catch someone off guard.”
“This time, I will destroy your mean trick once and for all. Come on!”
“Let’s leave it at that for today. “I have to go to class soon.”
“···Damn it!”
After hearing the word class, Itargand reluctantly stepped down. It was thanks to Ronan’s brainwashing that class was a sacred time that should not be violated no matter what.
He drank the same potion that Ronan drank and left the training ground. bang! bang! bang! The sound of going up the stairs echoed loudly. Ronan, who was looking at his back, opened his mouth.
“I’ll leave it at that and come this evening too.”
“huh.”
It was obvious even without looking. Ade Shan also nodded her head as if she was used to it now. That spirit of victory was Itargand’s greatest strength.
Ronan’s special training method was simple. He fights a lot. Eat a lot of good things. Maintain correct posture.
The reward I received from defeating the witch was enough to eat. Among the gifts from merchants and the alchemy industry, there were numerous expensive potions and elixirs.
After much effort, Ronan succeeded in reducing their amount by about half. Every time he opened his mouth, the smell of medicinal herbs wafted into his mouth.
Adeshan had a lot of help in getting me into the right posture. She assisted Ronan with a sense that was incomparably superior to that of two years ago.
The members and Itargande took turns in charge of sparring. Everyone’s skills improved so much that they learned something every time they sparred.
In particular, Asher has become really strong and has reached a level where he will be defeated in an instant if he does not do it sincerely. It seemed like he was receiving the Winter Witch’s teachings well.
‘But dragons are the best.’
However, the best sparring opponent was Itargand. He was basically strong, had a desire to become stronger, and above all, he was a damn fast learner.
“That bastard. “You’ve already passed the sword expert level, right?”
“huh. “I shot the sword the first day I held the hilt of the sword.”
Ronan grinned. Seducing Itargand on a sunset street a month ago was a truly great choice.
Hand-to-hand combat, magic, swords… This arrogant red dragon was absorbing all the knowledge taught and was becoming Ronan’s rival, comparable to Schlieffen.
The fact that the dragon was still relatively young and at the right level was also an advantage. If it had been an adult red dragon, it would have been training and damned, it would have been reduced to ashes and blown away by the spring breeze.
Ronan was learning the strength of dragons, and Itargand was learning human fighting methods, so both sides benefited in many ways. Ronan suddenly remembered Schlieffen’s face and opened his mouth.
“Is that kid doing well?”
“maybe. “Because he is the minor duke of Grancia.”
“You didn’t even come to my house, right?”
“huh. As far as I know, yes.”
“The training is so great that your face isn’t even visible.”
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. He hadn’t seen Schlieffen in a month. Although he inquired, he only vaguely heard a rumor that he had explained the situation to Kratir and left Phileon.
“I’m worried but also excited. “It’s already tomorrow.”
“Oh, it’s already happened like that.”
Ronan opened his eyes wide. I was so busy living that I even forgot that tomorrow was the final day. Adeshan said.
“How about taking a good rest today? Training is good, but it’s better to condition yourself the day before. “You’ve been running non-stop until now.”
“Uhm… I guess that’s true, right?”
Ronan nodded. It was a valid argument. After all, if he overexerted himself the day before and got sick, there’s nothing more unfair than that. He put on his jacket again and looked back at Adeshan and said.
“Who do you think will win?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, don’t do that, just take a guess. “You’re good at these things.”
“I really don’t know. Because both of them are geniuses who will leave a mark on the times. however···.”
Suddenly, Adeshan turned around. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Ronan’s head. This was quite embarrassing. Adeshan spoke as she stared into Ronan’s eyes.
“I hope you win.”
Ronan didn’t answer. It would be correct to say that he couldn’t do it because he was speechless. Suddenly, Adeshan’s face became as hot as an apple. After spitting it out, he seemed to realize too late that he had done something very shameful.
“Well, then you have a hard time. “I’ll go…!”
She left the training ground covering her face with both hands. Ronan laughed. It seemed like the reason her heart was beating so fast wasn’t just because she was fighting fiercely with Itar Gand.
“···her.”
He stood in place for a while and then returned to the dormitory. The last day passed quickly.
It was finally tomorrow. Honestly, it didn’t really matter whether it was a sword festival or not.
‘Now that I think about it, this is our first time together since Hae-hae. Damn you son of a bitch.’
Just like that bastard said, the only feeling left was that I didn’t want to lose even if I died, and it was pulsing rapidly. Ronan, lying on the bed, looked at the ceiling and muttered.
“wait. “You unlucky bastard.”
My heart was pounding and I couldn’t sleep. Ronan swung her sword a thousand more times in each direction before he could put her to sleep. The fatigue that came later led him into a deep dive.
It was the next morning that news came that half of the Dawn Force that had been tracking Nebula Clazier had been destroyed.
