Episode 128. Joint Training (2)
Even after Jason was taken to the infirmary, the joint training continued.
The referee took over and I returned to my seat.
Anyway, thanks to Nevia’s treatment, I was able to move around easily.
“Radon, are you okay? Does the part where you were hit on your elbow and knee hurt?”
“I’m fine thanks to the treatment that Saint Nevia gave me just now.”
Jenny examines my body here and there. Even though I told her it was okay, she’s meticulously examining me to see if there’s anything she finds wrong.
“I’m really fine, so stop. Why are you tapping my neck and thighs so often?”
“That’s… I’ve never seen Radon get hit so hard before. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to losing my mind while watching a match.”
Are you saying that you watched it with that much sweat on your hands? But when you think about it, it makes sense.
He was hit in the forehead with an elbow and then kicked between the eyes with a knee.
Just looking at it made me feel dizzy and almost throw up the whole time.
Since I was in the middle of that monstrous swordsmanship, it’s likely that someone other than Jenny was worried about my condition.
“But Saint Nevia is also quite a kind person. Angela said she was dark-hearted, wasn’t she?”
Jenny has rather positive thoughts about Nebia. I remember how she was fooled by her smile in the main story and suffered a hard time.
“But the princess who made you like that is truly amazing. Is she not a royal for nothing?”
“Given the circumstances, it’s unlikely that that much power can be acquired in a short period of time through training or experience.”
“That’s true.”
Slurp-
“Maybe something like this….”
A cold air fluttered from Jenny’s hand along with the sound of the wind. Silver Age’s control was easy enough to hold only a small amount in the palm of her hand.
This power was once considered a curse. I speculated that perhaps the princess was also born with something similar to this.
“Well, it could be similar to the freezer you have.”
It’s a bit better now, but when I was a kid, there was a time when an entire village was turned into an ice age. And that was in the middle of summer.
“And look over there.”
The princess was sitting where Jenny gestured.
There were cadets who approached me, but the conversation did not last long.
Because there was no life at all in her expression.
“Even though the match was canceled, since he showed incredible strength for a freshman, it’s natural for the kids around him to gather around him. But why aren’t they happy?”
Far from being happy, he looked completely dead, as if he had made a huge mistake.
That’s understandable, because it was none other than himself who hit Jason in the head.
‘In the main story, that extra cadet ended up like that because he was made into a blood cake.’
This time, even though I was involved, it wasn’t much different from the original.
Feeling guilty for causing harm to others, Mirona begins to hesitate when swinging her sword.
Because he had already done similar things to his own blood-related siblings.
“Jenny Chainsilver vs. Lenka Uslan.”
At that moment, Jenny’s turn came. Jenny, realizing the fact, immediately sat up.
“It’s already my turn.”
“I’ll cheer you on.”
“Thank you. Then I’ll go!”
“Okay, good luck.”
The moment he spoke to Jenny, who was running excitedly when it was her turn…
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The erosion rate suddenly drops.
If you ask me if I lied… I would say yes.
‘Do your best? That’s just a comment of encouragement.’
In fact, I thought that cheering was meaningless, so I looked at who Jenny’s opponent, the freshman, was. And that feeling became certain.
Pale skin and dark circles that could easily be mistaken for a ghost, and blue hair that seems to reflect an endless abyss.
His name was Lenka Uslan. His name was also the same as the one I knew.
Jenny’s opponent in this joint training.
The result is…
“The winner is Lenka Uslan!”
Professor Radian loudly calls out the winner’s name. And the winner is calmly holding his sword.
Jenny, who had fallen to the ground as a loser, sat on the floor of the stadium with her legs giving out.
The cadets watching the scene collectively looked in disbelief.
-Jenny, who is called the queen of snowstorms, lost without a fight?
-Why are these new students so flashy?
-But Lenka Uslan? What family is he from?
-I heard that it is a family of priests directly under the command of Saint Nevia.
-What, so you were a priest?
-But while fighting, you don’t use techniques that appear to be holy magic.
-Then… you’re saying you’re that strong even without that?
A mysterious freshman who is increasingly gaining everyone’s attention. She captures everyone’s attention by defeating Jenny, a strong second-year student.
Just by that act alone, others recognize it as charisma. In addition, with the modifier of being directly under Saint Nevia added… her presence also increases accordingly.
This is strictly applied to securing the approval rating that they are aiming for.
“I’m sorry, I lost.”
Jenny, who returned to her seat, spoke with a faceless expression.
“Still, I think we fought pretty well. It’s strange how we lost.”
Before I knew it, Ruska, who was sitting next to me, joined in.
It appeared so suddenly that I was really surprised.
“How long have you been here?”
“I just got here.”
“….”
Ruska looks at me with a smiling face. While I can’t think of anything to say, Ruska starts talking about the match from earlier.
“But about that freshman we just fought with. What do you think?”
“Why are you suddenly like that?”
Although Jenny was the one who was asked the question, she was a bit upset so we couldn’t see a cool reaction.
“I see you’re completely ignoring all of your proud abilities.”
“….”
In terms of swordsmanship, they were on a fairly equal level. Accordingly, we can see that Lenka Uslan is also from Class A.
However, no matter how skilled a cadet is, there is no cadet who can endure Jenny’s Silver Age.
“I would get frostbite if I were trapped in your ice… That freshman got hit straight through, but he came out unharmed. Just like that werewolf back then…”
The lycanthropes that invaded the academy at the beginning of the first year. The way they withstood Jenny’s freezing looked just like them.
Ruska was also there at the scene at the time and was able to witness it.
“They must have just endured it because they were physically superior. Or maybe they were resistant to the cold.”
“Still, we were pretty evenly matched at first. You started getting pushed back after you used that freezing magic.”
“Are you saying there was some kind of misconduct on their part?”
“that…”
When Jenny asked specifically, Ruska couldn’t answer clearly.
Cheating… because there is no definitive proof that it was committed.
“If we cling to something that is not certain, what will become of us?”
“I just… don’t understand how you lost. How you, who I acknowledged…”
Ruska muttered her last words softly.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
“…!!”
Jenny’s eyes lit up as she heard it, perhaps because she had sharp ears.
Then Ruska was greatly embarrassed. It was just a personal monologue, and she reacted as if she didn’t expect anyone to hear it.
“You just said you acknowledged me. That means… you wanted to be close to me.”
“What, what are you talking about! And why are you holding this! It’s disgusting!”
“Hey, don’t do that.”
Jenny, whose expression suddenly brightens, grabs Ruska’s hand. Ruska, unable to adapt to the strange atmosphere, tries to escape.
As they bickered among themselves, I looked at Lenka Uslan, who was sitting across from me.
‘Whether it’s the main story or here, it’s equally ghostly.’
If you only look at that sinister appearance, you’d think that Jenny would be a good match. However, there’s another match that’s truly threatening.
No one knows yet, but Lenka Uslan. The guy from the past died from the snowstorm and hunger in the snowfield.
The setting is that he was revived with the help of someone passing by, but because of that, he lost all of his memories from his previous life and became their puppet.
Moreover, since he is already dead, he cannot feel the cold. Furthermore, since he is a modified corpse, his fighting ability is also superior.
It’s literally at a level where Jenny doesn’t have a hard counter.
“Ruska Mad-Eye vs. Hellk Mandzel.”
A shout heard at that moment interrupted their banter.
“It’s finally my turn.”
“Hmm… I wanted to play a little more.”
“Shut up! Have fun by yourself without me.”
Ruska left the place, leaving Ruska alone.
“You too, cheer up. Don’t give up.”
“….”
Ruska’s body seemed to tremble slightly as she recognized my words. Then she ignored me and continued walking…
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I knew how this match would turn out.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
“huh.”
I told Jenny and got up from my seat.
Even while going to the bathroom, I could see Ruska’s opponent, a freshman.
A black-haired male student with a scar that looks like half of his face was burned, and he also holds the status of a priest directly under Nevia.
The cadets in the audience held their breath at the sight of that fierce-looking figure… When I came out after finishing my work…
“The winner is Hellk Manzello!”
It ended in his victory.
‘The screams are loud enough to be heard all the way to the hallway in front of the bathroom. It’s Professor Radian after all.’
Yes, trials will come not only to Jenny, but to most of the characters as well.
There are a total of four new students under the direct command of Nevia.
Lenka Uslan, Helk Mangelo, and Lavender Branch, the Slave Replicants. These are their names.
‘On the other hand, Lyman…’
There can be no trials of combat for our monstrous protagonist.
I don’t know who the new student who will spar with the main character is. Since the sparring scene is skipped in the work, neither his face nor his name are known.
I don’t know who you are, but may you rest in peace…
“Hey, Radon Crowler.”
Then I turned my head at the sound of someone calling me from behind the hallway. As soon as I saw that face, I stuck out my tongue.
“It’s been a long time.”
I remember roughly who it was.
Marclay Lairt. That punk who got beat up by me at the Chainsilver party.
First of all, since he was also planning to enroll this year, it was natural for him to be here wearing his school uniform.
I don’t know how to salvage the reputation I lost because of that embarrassment.
But nothing good will come of me talking to this guy.
“who are you?”
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I tried to avoid it and pretend not to see it, but… the guy just laughed.
To be honest, I was a bit surprised. He seemed quite calm, unlike the last time when he couldn’t control his anger.
“There’s no point in trying to ignore it. After this election, you won’t have much time left to live.”
“Have you forgotten? When you were severely beaten by Saint Angela, why are you so confident?”
“Kick kick!”
The guy suddenly laughed bitterly.
Unless the memory of the family being collectively humiliated back then has been erased from your mind, you wouldn’t be this relaxed.
“Surely, considering what happened back then, my reputation hit rock bottom. But you have no idea whose side I was on.”
A guy whose reputation has fallen and become a laughing stock is so carefree.
The suspicion turned ominous, leading to the guy being observed with ‘the devil’s eye’.
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Race: Human
Occupation: Wizard
Magic Circle: 5 Circles (Forced Amplification)
Horsepower: 140/140
Strength: 70
Tendency: arrogant/elite
Feelings towards user: Hostile (vs.)
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-All abilities increase dramatically due to magic treatment.
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Magic treatment, that was the only thing I could tell.
This guy also joined Nebia’s faction, joining hands with Jason.
Those high abilities are by no means something he could have acquired through effort.
Markray. This guy is also said to be the same as those four.
The reason Jenny and Ruska were defeated earlier was because they had strengthened their bodies through magic treatment. It wasn’t something they achieved through their own efforts.
“Radon Crowler, do you want to bet with me?”
“what?”
“It’ll be my turn soon. If I lose that duel, you’ll get a beating. If not…”
The clown ascends and the guy with the creepy expression says:
“Break up ties with Jenny Chainsilver and Ruska Mad-Eye.”
Ominous predictions never shine. It’s obvious what this rascal’s intentions are.
“What good will it do you if I break up with them?”
“Heh heh heh… You don’t know that.”
The guy’s sinister malice was written all over his face.
I could just refuse such a trivial bet, but then I’d be getting angrier at the thought that they’d just label me a coward.
Even if I accept, it’s unlikely I’ll win the bet. That modified body is stronger than Jenny and Ruska, and can defeat any opponent.
“So, what are you going to do?”
It was at a moment when my worries were about to get longer.
“Lyman Vegilius vs…”
When the voice of the judge heard up to here calls out the name of the protagonist…
“…Marqueray Layert.”
The guy’s name was also shouted.
At that moment, my eyes widened.
“Oh, it’s already my turn.”
“Hehehehe….”
“Huh?”
“Hehehehehe…”
“What, what’s going on all of a sudden?”
Suddenly, I burst out laughing instinctively.
The guy may have questions, but even if you tell him, he won’t understand.
“Poohahahahahaha!!”
“What the heck!”
“…I’ll take that bet.”
“what?”
“I’ll take your bet, you brat.”
Marclay’s face turned red at my playful provocation.
“Why are you scared?”
“This kid… will regret this!!”
With this being the case, my bet with that guy was a success.
In that state, the guy headed towards the stadium with his hands clenched with all his might.
He walked with his feet roughly stamped and his momentum high, but he had no idea what kind of hell awaited him ahead.
Surviving as an Academy Fraudster
