The Academy’s Barbarian Chapter 64

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One.

A man with blue hair.

With the sudden invasion of Seorik al-Ghorfant, the arena was enveloped in silence.

Ulan looked at him curiously, and Count Deorg also quietly stared at Seorik. A strange silence continued for a while.

“I heard the whole story.”

Seorik pursed his lips.

With a heavy bass sound.

“But this kind of retaliation is not right. “Regain your composure and make a rational decision.”

A calm, admonishing tone.

However, there was no change in the Count’s expression. He exhaled for a moment and answered with a dry face.

“This is not revenge.”

“… … what?”

“This is an officially requested duel.”

Duel. Seorik smiled slightly.

It was a duel wrapped up in pretty words, but it was clear that the real intention was something else.

So I asked as if I were wondering.

“What is the duel for?”

“I want to make amends on behalf of my son who has tarnished Deorg’s name. As the owner of Deorg.”

What came back was, of course, sophistry.

As a knight, it is right for you to correct your tarnished reputation yourself. In other words, he will eventually fight for revenge.

After finishing his guess, Seorik immediately tried to refute it. Meanwhile, the Count suddenly burst out laughing.

“Originally, I was going to use this as an excuse and force a duel. However, since Lord Theoric is here, it would be okay to be honest.”

“what? What does that mean… … .”

“Actually, I don’t care whether Himel’s honor is thrown into the gutter or not.”

Finally, an answer that suddenly came out.

The hall became quiet once again.

This answer was like denying the reason for the duel that the Count had just given.

Seoric is equally confused.

He suddenly frowned.

“Then why… … .”

“I would like to ask you a few questions.”

But this time I couldn’t continue speaking.

Because the Count asked the question first.

“Do you think that a person who has reached the level of an expert can unilaterally push and assault someone who has reached the level of a senior knight?”

“It depends… … .”

“Then do you think it is possible to break the sword with your bare hands and close the gap so quickly that no one will notice?”

“… … .”

Seorik did not answer.

No matter how expert you are, it is impossible to break a sword with your bare hands.

The same goes for narrowing the gap to the point where it is unrecognizable. In the first place, this was a story about the ‘master’s domain’, not an expert.

“What do you want to say?”

There must be a reason for the unexpected question.

When Seorik asked, the Count looked up at the sky and muttered in silence.

“I broke down a wall eight years ago.”

As if recalling a memory from a distant past.

It was with vague eyes.

“After stepping on the corpses of heretics and reaching the firing line, I was barely able to reach the level of master. “It was truly an or**smic feeling.”

This also agreed with Seorik.

He also couldn’t forget the moment he first stepped foot into the Master’s realm. It is no exaggeration to say that it was the most ecstatic moment in his life.

But at that moment.

The count’s expression darkened.

“… … But that was all.”

A look of helpless resignation.

With his voice devoid of all emotion, the Count smiled self-mockingly.

“After reaching the level of master, I have never been able to fully enjoy fighting. “I felt like the driving force that had supported me and the reason for my life had been forcibly castrated.”

Ashes Syndrome.

This symptom is a kind of curse that comes to those who have just reached the level of master.

A symptom that occurs when you no longer feel the thrill of clashing with a strong person, fighting, growing, and crossing the border between life and death.

At first, you feel negative emotions.

Feelings of collapse, emptiness, loss, etc.

Afterwards, I feel extremely helpless. And finally, with resignation, we acknowledge and accept reality. Then, little by little, the feelings disappear.

As if everything had been burned and only a pile of ashes remained.

That’s why it was called ash syndrome.

Of course, some will say this. If that’s the case because you can’t fight a strong person, wouldn’t it be okay to spar with the same masters?

To conclude, it is impossible.

“My strength is stronger than before, but the shackles are also clinging to me a lot.”

Fighting between masters is strictly prohibited by law. Sparring, dueling, and even petty quarrels were prohibited.

Of course. No country would want to see flaws in its strategic weapons.

“I fully understand your feelings. “Because I went through the same time.”

Seorik nodded.

Because he, too, suffered from ash syndrome and longed for a fight with the strong.

“But it’s only a moment. “If you acknowledge and accept reality, you will no longer feel distressed.”

“no. “It’s okay now.”

When Seorik’s advice continued.

Suddenly the Count shook his head. Then he answered with a somewhat relieved expression.

“An exception occurred.”

“hmm? “Exception?”

“A master of a neutral force who does not belong to the empire or any other country.”

The count closed his mouth and his eyes lit up.

His gaze was directed at Ulan, who was yawning across from him. Seorik noticed this at once and frowned.

“But that barbarian is an expert… … .”

“No, it’s Master.”

The Count paused and answered.

A voice full of strong confidence.

He looked at Seorik, who had a puzzled expression, and explained the reason for his confidence.

“If he was really an expert, when the Lord first came in, he wouldn’t have been able to react and would have run away.”

“… … !”

At this moment, Seorik’s eyes widened.

It was just as the Count said.

If he had been an expert, he would have run straight ahead without recognizing the area. Then, it probably stopped only after recognizing the existence of Seoric.

‘but… … .’

It wasn’t the Yamaya people. Ulan immediately stopped in his tracks right after Seorik stormed in. As if he recognized his territory.

Eyes that tremble as if shaking.

Then the Count grinned.

“That’s right. “Lord Theorik.”

With a smile full of joy.

The count held his sword tightly.

“He’s in the same realm as us.”

The only person who can recognize the master’s domain is the same master.

Seoric, who belatedly realized this obvious fact, hurriedly turned to Berge and asked.

“Your Excellency, is what Lord Istan said true?”

“… … .”

No answer came back.

However, I do not deny it either. He just makes a bewildered expression, like someone who has hit the nail on the head.

Immediately after realizing this.

Seorik’s eyes suddenly changed.

“ha ha ha.”

The polite expression disappeared in an instant.

A warlike smile soon appeared on his lips.

The fighting spirit and fighting spirit that had been suppressed for so many years seemed to explode all at once.

Like a wild horse about to gallop.

Then at that moment.

“I’m bored to death.”

A voice was heard that broke the tension.

Ulan let out a long yawn. He scratched his head and narrowed his eyes.

“So are you going to fight or not?”

Of course you have to fight.

I wanted to answer like this right away.

But there is a procedure for everything. This is especially true if the location is not a battlefield.

The Count is staring at Bergé.

It’s not just that. Seorik also looked at him, as if making an unspoken request. Bergé sighed deeply as he looked into the eyes of the two masters.

“This is why I hoped we would never meet.”

I guessed that something like this would happen.

Of course, it was surprising that he didn’t care about Himel’s reputation. Still, the outcome of the duel did not change, so I sighed again.

“Your Excellency, please ask me too.”

Seoric bowed his head politely.

With eyes shining with warlike intent.

“Please allow the two of you to duel.”

“… … .”

I brought him here to use it as insurance, but I never thought his attitude would change as soon as he found out that Ulan was the master.

Afterwards, Bergé had a hunch.

There is no way to stop it now.

“Don’t do anything dangerous.”

“of course.”

The Count quickly nodded.

However, the request is not over yet.

“A small wound would be okay, but there shouldn’t be any accidents involving amputation of body parts.”

“I promise.”

“Swear on your family name.”

“I swear.”

Immediate answer without hesitation.

Seorik also joined in.

“it’s okay. “Because I am there.”

With confident eyes.

He grinned.

“We will be watching and if the situation looks dangerous, we will immediately intervene and stop it.”

With an answer full of sincerity.

Seorik’s eyes suddenly changed.

Eyes that are desperate to fight somehow. Bergé sighed repeatedly.

‘Anyway, it’s this guy and that guy.’

Masters are just people who are crazy about fighting. Bergé, who had a confused expression on his face, eventually comforted his tightly closed lips.

“I understand. “Duels are permitted.”

As soon as permission is given.

A lockdown was immediately imposed on the surrounding area.

This was to prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading as professors and students from other countries witnessed the duel.

When an unofficial duel was being prepared.

Suddenly, Ulan came into the count’s field of vision. Looking towards the forest a little distance away from here. The Count tilted his head and asked.

“Is there anything in that forest?”

“It’s nothing.”

After shaking my head lightly.

Ulan spoke up immediately.

“I will place a condition on the duel.”

“condition?”

“If I win, you will wash away the honor tarnished by that scum.”

“What do you mean?”

“He insulted my friend’s honor.”

Ulan explained what happened during the tryout.

About the cowardly and dirty words Himel said. After a while, the Count’s face gradually hardened as he listened to the story.

Some time after that.

“i get it. “It’s my duty as a parent to apologize for teaching my child wrong.”

After all explanations are over.

The Count nodded with a stern face.

“I promise. Regardless of whether I win or lose this duel, I will take responsibility for his mistakes.”

“Then that’s enough.”

Ulan closed his mouth.

There is no need to take an oath.

The count’s eyes were different from Himel’s.

Those eyes are the same as Bergé’s.

The eyes of a warrior. These are the eyes of someone who feels the weight of their words and actions and has a sense of responsibility.

Right after the conversation between the two ended.

“The duel will begin now.”

Finally, all preparations were completed.

The inspector, who was in charge of refereeing the duel, looked at Ulan and the count and continued speaking.

“Bergé Erkazan, Seorik Al Gorpant, Diphlin Cernio. I designate the above three as inductees for this duel. Do you agree?”

“I agree.”

“I agree.”

The Count and Ulan answered at the same time.

A business-like voice soon followed.

“In this duel, taking your opponent’s life is prohibited. Also, if the situation is deemed dangerous, the witness has the right to stop the duel at any time.”

After completing the formal explanation.

The inspector took out a silver coin from his pocket.

“The signal is when the silver coin hits the ground.”

The two adjusted their postures.

Ulan had an ax made of scurvy stone, and the Count had a silver-shining sword. The moment when everyone pointed their weapons at each other.

Tuk!

The silver coin touched the ground.

The two disappeared at the same time.

2.

Kaaaaaaaa!

Axes and swords clashing fiercely.

However, after the blow, the two widened the distance without anyone else taking the lead. It is not to prevent being swallowed up by the opponent’s territory.

I had something to ask.

It was the Count who spoke first.

“I have one question.”

“What is it?”

“You’re not using that ax?”

The place where the gaze was directed was Ulan’s belt.

The ax mounted there was Gula. Meanwhile, Ulan answered this question with a blunt expression.

“Because you didn’t draw your sword either.”

“What are you talking about? “My sword is here.”

The Count slashed the air once.

However, that is not what Ulan meant. So, after shaking my head, I expressed the true meaning of what I had just said.

“You are suppressing your true power.”

“… … .”

The Count suddenly closed his mouth.

Ulan looked at his sword in silence.

Looking at the exterior, it’s just an ordinary weapon.

But that sword is a magic weapon.

I found out about this when I first clashed my weapons. This was thanks to the Gula worn around his waist causing a slight resonance.

‘and… … .’

I don’t know why, but the Count used the Spirit, or Auror, to suppress the power of the sword rather than strengthen it.

In other words, it is the same as wearing shackles on oneself.

So, instead of using Ulando Gula, he exchanged blows with the Count with the Scurvy Stone’s axe. Meanwhile, around that time, the Count kissed his lips again.

“When did you know?”

“From the time we clashed weapons.”

“That’s amazing. “I never thought I would recognize this.”

The Count chuckled and muttered.

Contrary to his tone of embarrassment, there was a smile on his face. As if he was so happy that he didn’t know what to do.

“This is a magic sword.”

“Demon sword?”

“Yes, it has the power to freeze those who are not its owner and eat away their magical power. So, if possible, avoid using it in places other than the battlefield.”

And I can’t use it anymore.

There are several conditions attached to this duel. The count suppressed the power of the magic sword because he could not take the other person’s life or seriously injure him.

“I guess I still want to use it.”

Of course, of course it is.

Since I was going to face the Master, I wanted to do it with all my might. However, the count considered oaths more important than greed.

“I can’t help it. “Because I already promised.”

So don’t use the magic sword.

The count dismissed the answer and adjusted his sword.

To hang out with the Ulan once again.

But then, Ulan suddenly hit his left chest with his fist.

“I am here.”

“… … what?”

“My heart beats here, and my arms and legs are attached to this body. “Not over there.”

What does this mean out of the blue?

The Count frowned. This was because Ulan’s intentions could not be guessed.

“Only I have the right to my life. “It means that I am the only one who can put it on the scale.”

“What can I say now…” … .”

“It means that the person you were asking for permission from was not from the beginning.”

The place where the bright red eyes were directed was outside the battlefield.

He was staring at the place where the inductees had gathered, especially Dean Bergé. At the same time, the count’s eyes were looking at the same place.

“I allow it.”

“… … !”

The Count’s eyes widened.

It was because I finally realized what he meant. Ulan smiled, showing his teeth.

“Show me your sword.”

Nothing left behind, everything!

The count’s eyes gradually became similar to the warlike glow in his eyes. In my heart, I wanted to do as Ulan said right away.

But one last hesitation caught up with him.

Did you notice this?

Ulan added further.

“You can rest assured.”

“what?”

“Because I am not weak enough to give you an arm or a leg.”

The Count’s eyes turned round.

After a while, the corners of his mouth twitched and he burst out laughing, as if he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Puh, hahaha!”

A loud laugh that shook the duel arena.

It was worth it. I’ve never heard such a thing since I became a master.

If an unqualified person had said this, they would have judged it as an insult and cut off their heads.

but… … .

‘That barbarian deserves it.’

Ending with a relieved laugh.

The count broke the shackles of hesitation.

Furthermore, he even threw away the last remaining piece of the mask. Now the only thing left here is a swordsman crazy about fighting.

“If only you would testify after the duel… … .”

If you tell me that Ulan gave permission and that he did not break his oath or promise, I will show you Deorg’s sword right now.

Just as I was about to say that.

Ulan struck first.

“However much.”

One last short answer.

There was no need for any further conversation.

The count removed the aura that had been suppressing the sword, and the magic sword immediately released its power.

Quack! Wood clatter!

The surrounding ground is rapidly freezing.

Seeing the blue sword emitting cold frost, Ulan grabbed Gula. Then he immediately raised his spirit to its limit.

A familiar feeling spreading throughout my body.

Hair and eyes turn bright red in response to the spirit. Ulan looked at the countess, her smile gone.

Damn it!

As soon as I started taking steps, the area expanded.

Finally, the moment when the two areas met.

The real battle of the masters has begun.

Chapter 18 It’s not up to you to decide

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