< 147. Intensive Training (1) >
#147
“Instead, there is a condition. “You are prohibited from sparring among yourselves for the remainder of the month.”
“Eh? why?”
Ronan tilted his head at the unexpected remark. Schlieffen also paused, as if he didn’t understand. Nabirose said.
“Because we have to clearly determine superiority and inferiority. You two have very similar skills. “It’s good to train with sparring like you normally do, but try to approach it a little differently this time.”
“Differently?”
“okay. “For the remaining month, I will try to find ways to grow so that I can clearly dominate my opponent.”
“aha.”
Only then did Ronan understand Nabirose’s words and shrugged his eyebrows. This was again a novel proposal. Clearing her voice, she began to convey her meaning openly.
“Most people become frustrated because their abilities do not keep up with their ambitions. “It’s an unfamiliar concept to those who are blessed like you.”
“That goes for instructors as well.”
“noisy. I hope you will use this opportunity to feel the desperation and persistence of ordinary people. “I will do anything to become stronger…”
Nabi Rose raised the corners of her mouth. His smile was creepy, just like a scholar observing an interesting experiment.
It’s not that I didn’t want to scream and spit on the floor, asking if he thought I was your monkey, but I couldn’t do it. Even if I had to die soon, I didn’t want to lose to Schlieffen. Ronan asked, raising her hand.
“But what if we really ‘do whatever it takes’? “You can improve your strength by drinking the blood of a newborn baby.”
“If they were like that, I wouldn’t have asked them to do it. I probably already killed him with my own hands. “Do not be ashamed of your good nature.”
“Ugh…”
Ronan’s face turned red. These were the words she had said to Ergé Bett just a few days ago. Butterfly Rose smiled as if she thought it was cute.
“You are strong. Both have sufficient skills. To be honest, I am confident that 70% of the people out there are no match for you.”
“Still, it’s an official position, but are there so many idiots?”
“okay. But it’s not just idiots who gather here. Because the world is large and there are many talented people. Among the remaining 30%, there might be a swordsman strong enough to put you down…”
Nabi Rose trailed off. She looked away and chewed her lip before looking at the two again.
“···Maybe there will be the next swordsman who can push that old cat away.”
A deep sorrow was cast over her beautiful face. It seemed like she had not yet completely come out of the despair that she could not defeat her Zyfa.
‘Well, it’s not a wound that heals that easily.’
Her shaking eyes seemed to be speaking to me. The Sword Master has to be one of the two. After a moment of silence, I opened her mouth.
“Then disperse. “You don’t have to come to class for the rest of the month.”
The notice is over. Ronan and Schlieffen left the arena and went to the campus. The sunset filtered through the spires and streamed down the street. Schlieffen, who had been walking in silence, opened his mouth.
“I have no intention of losing to you.”
“Who says that?”
“I ask you to do your best, Ronan. “I will too.”
Ronan, who had been walking forward, turned his head. Schlieffen was already staring at him.
Although he was a serious guy in everything, he looked even more serious today. It’s also burdensome. Ronan turned his gaze forward again.
“Why are you so obsessed? “Are you trying to find the holy sword?”
“Finding the Holy Sword is one of Grancia’s long-cherished wishes.”
“It was real… What on earth is that holy sword? “No one has ever seen it, so does it really exist?”
“I’m sure it exists. “I just don’t know what power it holds.”
Schlieffen firmly believed that the Holy Sword existed. At this point, I started to wonder what the knife was for.
It would be nice if it was a sword that could rip apart the star’s protection no matter who held it. Then there will be no problem if this bastard plays instead of me. Schlieffen continued.
“But the reason I’m giving my all has nothing to do with that.”
“Then why are you doing that?”
“I don’t want to lose to you. “That’s it.”
“It’s good that you’re honest.”
Ronan laughed. This was what I liked most about this kid. Even though he has already reached great heights, he never settles. The dark blue gaze is always directed upwards.
“But what if I end up sucking my fingers in Phileon?”
Ronan chuckled. Instead of answering, Schlieffen smiled slightly. She was about to reach the halfway point. Suddenly Schlieffen changed direction.
“I have some business to run, so I’ll take a different route. “I wish you good luck.”
“Try to struggle hard for a month.”
Schlieffen left. Ronan trudged alone down the path that led to her dormitory. A long shadow caught up with him and his feet.
“f*ck.”
I pretended to be calm, but when I was alone, various worries came to me. Nabirose’s suggestion certainly made sense.
I don’t know if it was because my body had become lighter due to Haeju, or if the hatred had worn off over time, but I couldn’t deny the fact that the venom had subsided compared to before.
‘Maybe that bastard is stronger than me now.’
Ronan twisted his lips. The current Schlieffen may have been stronger than himself. No, it was much more likely to be strong. Even though I was able to get rid of a tumor and my body grew, the gap of two years was not something that could be easily made up.
‘I’m not the type to hope for a fluke.’
It wasn’t that difficult to predict what kind of growth that unlucky genius had achieved in two years. I’m sure I’ll focus on training diligently this time too. Because that bastard is Schlieffen.
If you think about it, Schlieffen had an overwhelming advantage in this match. Being the eldest son of the Grancia family meant being able to grab everything you wanted as long as you stretched out your hand. He would eat all kinds of good things, receive all kinds of support, and undergo intensive training.
‘You have to press it firmly.’
On the other hand, Ronan’s situation was not so easy. He had to save time for eating and pooping in order to make progress to the point where he could beat Schlieffen within a period of one month. He was in the midst of carefully planning. Suddenly a voice came from above his head.
“Ronan.”
It was a familiar voice. Ronan lifted her head. About ten steps away in the sky, a handsome young man was looking down at him with his back to the setting sun.
“you···.”
Ronan frowned. Huge red wings sprouted from the young man’s back and were flapping at regular intervals.
His platinum-blonde hair was blowing in the wind, which happened from time to time. It seemed like an idiot, but it was a wonderful sight. The attention of the students walking down the street was all focused on the young man.
“Um, what is that? “Is it magic?”
“Was there a kid like that among the freshmen?”
“He’s very handsome.”
The surroundings were becoming increasingly noisy, but the young man remained calm. It seemed like more time would be needed to understand the dragon race. Ronan touched his forehead and sighed.
“···Come down first.”
“Don’t talk to me in a commanding tone.”
“f*ck it… will you come down?”
The young man nodded and landed in front of Ronan. Exclamations erupted from everywhere at the sight of his wings folding and disappearing into his body. He was just going to invite all the students.
“Itargand. Walk around the academy as much as possible. “Unless you’re going to write ‘Dragon’ on your forehead and wear it around.”
“Why should I do that?”
“Damn, I told you that if you want to become strong, you have to learn and work hard like a human. “I don’t mind the effort, but if your identity is revealed, your learning will be greatly hindered, right?”
Itargand tilted his head. It was just overwhelming to have to tell them all these things one by one. You have to endure it. Ronan took a deep breath and continued.
“You are a dragon. Think of it the other way around. “How would you feel if I polymorphed into a dragon and went to your city, but were discovered to be human?”
“Right. “I understand.”
Fortunately, Itargand was smart. He immediately understood that if it was discovered that he was a dragon, the students would be annoyed at him or run away screaming. Itargand said.
“I have completed the admission procedures as you said. “Can I really become stronger if I do this?”
“of course. There’s no way it wouldn’t work out.”
Ronan nodded confidently. He urged Itargand to enter Phileon Academy. It was to keep his promise to teach him how to become strong.
Although Kratyr was appalled, he somehow accepted his admission. Ronan desperately tried to persuade him, asking if there was any reason a dragon could not attend class when a lion walking on two feet was teaching students.
Thanks to this, Itargand was able to attend Fileon Academy for a year. He was the first Dragon freshman since the school opened.
“Like you said, the people here are of a fairly high standard. “It is different from other inferior things.”
“Because it’s a place where the best talent on the continent gathers.”
“I will follow your suggestion. “I don’t know what I can achieve in such a fleeting amount of time…”
Itargand licked his lips as if he did not understand. In fact, for him, a year would be no different from a few days for a human being.
The method Ronan suggested was to learn and work hard. It was an answer that was so simple and clear that people would feel the urge to kill if they heard it.
However, effort and learning were concepts that were quite rare among the basically complete dragon race. In a way, it was similar to the ‘blessed type’ that Nabi Rose mentioned a moment ago.
Needless to say, his physical talent was already excellent. Red Dragon. He was a direct descendant of Navardose, so in a way, it was natural. Ronan had no doubt that Itargand could go far ahead of other dragons if he had the right mindset.
“good night. “Then let’s see in a month.”
“one month? why?”
“A man named Kratir told me to take a break because he had to talk about various things with the professors. “I just happened to have to visit his mother, so it was a good thing.”
Itargand said calmly. Ronan’s eyes widened. He seemed to have discovered the final piece of the training method that was being perfected step by step.
“So… you’ve got a month left?”
“okay.”
Itargand nodded. One corner of Ronan’s mouth rose. Dragon, fast growth rate, sparring opponent who can replace Schlieffen.
After chatting a few words, they walked side by side to the club training site. Itargand did not return to the dragon city of Adren that day.
****
A month passed like that. Ronan, covered in wounds, threw down his sword and shouted.
“Faster!”
“Kaaaaak!”
Sigh! The tip of Ronan’s sword passed through Itargand’s chest, making a shallow cut.
