＜ 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 heat. Ronan, who was covered in scars, raised his sword and shouted.
“Faster!”
“Aww!”
👌👌👌👌👌 The tip of Ronan’s sword slashed through Itargand’s chest. Red blood spurted out of the wound.
His body, too, had been torn apart, no different from Ronan. Enraged, Itargand’s pupils narrowed vertically.
“You damn human!”
“Huh… the most important thing in hand-to-hand combat is judgment… Heo Eok, predict what your opponent will do and act.”
“die!”
Itargand stretched out his arms, aiming at Ronan. The bracelet wrapped around his wrist flickered. A magic circle was drawn in front of his hand, and scarlet flames poured out like an explosion.
Whoa! A scarlet torrent swallowed Ronan’s form. Adeshan, who was watching the match between the two wearing sunglasses, put her hands together and brought it to her lips.
“Itargand. You need to be able to control your anger. There are still many gaps in the action!”
“Shut up, bitch. Do not meddle in me!”
Itargand shouted. Sparks flew across his lips. At that time, the pouring flames were split in half. Itargand’s eyes widened.
“shit···! Haven’t you been hit?”
“This kid. Did I tell him not to speak harshly to him?”
I heard Ronan’s voice in front of me. But Itargand could not see him. The crescent-shaped sword that flew through the flames reached before his eyes.
“Wow!”
Itargand clenched his fists and stopped the magic, hurriedly backed away. He knew better than anyone that he couldn’t block that sword with a shield.
Whoa! The sword passed by brushing his shoulder. At the same time, wings spread out on Itargand’s back. There was hardly any chance of winning in a hand-to-hand battle. He was just about to take off.
“It caught.”
thud! Ronan, who was running in front, hit the ground with his right foot. Itargand’s feet shone brightly. Suddenly unable to move, he lowered his gaze.
“Damn it, what?”
Glittering roots wrapped tightly around his legs. A white, shining dagger was embedded in a position about three steps away. It was Ymir, a dagger capable of copying Aurors. Itargand clenched his teeth.
“this···!”
“It was bad. If I had flown, I wouldn’t have known.”
Ronan’s voice came from right in front of him. Itargand turned his head hastily.
Ronan was already one step closer. It was the moment when La Mancha’s blade was about to touch his neck. Whoa! Itargand’s shape was distorted and disappeared from view.
“How come it’s getting stronger as the days go by?”
After confirming the victory, Ronan sighed. His arm was also filled with black bracelets.
It was a space-based magic tool that was useful when training with crew members before Haeju, which detects fatal wounds and moves the user. Ronan said as he turned to Adeshan.
“Huh… what will happen to your record with this?”
“It’s 133 wins out of 152. Itargand’s win rate is increasing day by day.”
“A dragon is a dragon. I am not wrong either.”
Ronan chuckled. Taking a deep breath, he took off his jacket and threw it away. After sparring for an hour, sweat was dripping down from my body. Adeshan took a breath.
“Lo, Ronan…”
“Whoa, it’s hot. Why is that, senpai?”
“···Nope. My body has improved a lot.”
Adeshan turned his head and glanced at Ronan. It didn’t seem polite to ignore that. The body forged during training was reminiscent of a statue carved by a master.
The shoulders, which were originally wide, were spread out at right angles to the neck, and veins were three-dimensionally protruding from the prominently thickened forearms. Is this similar to the days of rolling as a punitive soldier? Ronan tilted his head.
“okay? I don’t know.”
“It got better. I’m sure it’s fine. your training.”
“Thanks to you and that dragon. Did you have anything to point out this time?”
Ronan asked. Adeshan, who had been drooling for a moment, opened her mouth.
“Ummm, some basic skills and finesse are already on track. I think we just need to pay a little more attention to the newly discovered sword technique. Would you like to relax a little on your left shoulder for the fifth stab?”
“Aha. like this?”
Ronan immediately cast the savior’s sword technique for 2 seconds. Seven comet-like stabs pierced the air and returned to the scabbard. Paang! A belated bang rang out. Ronan, who felt that his movements were much smoother than before, smirked.
“Senior is a genius. How the hell do you see this?”
“Fufu, I just have better eyes than others.”
Adeshan laughed. She gladly accepted the request to become a coach, and she looked after Ronan and Itargand every morning at dawn.
The student council president was busy with work, so it wasn’t as close as before, but it was still very helpful. Clapping her hands as if she remembered something, she held out a bottle of water to Ronan.
“Oh, you should drink this.”
“Oh, damn it. Can’t you drink it?”
“yes. You said you have to drink it consistently to be effective.”
The liquid in the bottle was not water. Looking at Adeshan’s clenched lips, compromise seemed impossible. It reminded me of my older sister who drove me to a car saying it was good for my body.
“eww···.”
Reluctantly, Ronan took the bottle and gulped the liquid inside. As soon as it passed through the esophagus, the slightly bitter liquid turned into formless energy and spread throughout the body.
His energy quickly rose, and the wounds all over his body began to heal. It was a potion received from the Dancing Mule Workshop as a reward for bringing back spring.
“Uh, write.”
“Does it seem to have an effect? The amount of mana flowing through my body has significantly increased.”
“I don’t have a taste bud like this, but of course it has to work.”
Then an angry shout rang out. Ronan and Adeshan turned their heads at the same time. bang! The door to the club building opened as if it were about to break.
“shit!”
It was a place that had been set as a resurrection point. The wounded Itargand walked out vigorously. Looking around, he looked at Ronan and shouted.
“You deceiver! What trick did you do this time?”
“It’s hard to say that he’s a scammer. It is absolutely human strategy to use a given tool to outwit.”
“This time, I will destroy your wretched tactics at once. Come on!”
“Let’s do this today. I have to go to class soon.”
“…God damn it!”
Hearing that it was a class, Itargand reluctantly withdrew. It was thanks to Ronan’s brainwashing that class was a sacred time that should not be violated under any circumstances.
He drank the same potion that Ronan drank at once and left the training ground. bang! bang! bang! The sound of going up the stairs echoed loudly. Ronan looked back and opened his mouth.
“I’ll leave you there and come back tonight.”
“yes.”
It was obvious not to see. Adeshan nodded as if he was used to it now. That sympathy was the greatest strength of Itargand.
Ronan’s special training was simple. fight a lot Eat a lot of good things. Get the right posture.
It was enough to eat the reward received by defeating the witch. Among the gifts from the top or the alchemy industry, there were many expensive potions and elixirs.
After much effort, Ronan succeeded in reducing the amount of them by half. Every time I opened my mouth, a faint scent of herbs wafted out.
It was entirely Adeshan’s help in getting the correct posture. She assisted Ronan with a sense that was incomparably superior to that of two years ago.
Dalian opponents were in charge of the members and Itargand took turns. Everyone’s skills improved so much that there was something to learn each time they competed.
In particular, Asher has become really strong and has now reached a level where if she does not take it seriously, she will be defeated in an instant. She seemed to be receiving the winter witch’s teachings well.
‘Still, the dragon is the best.’
However, the best matchup was also Itargand. Basically, he was strong, he had a desire to be strong and, above all, he learned insanely fast.
“That bastard. Have you already passed the Sword Expert level?”
“yes. I shot a sword the day I first held the hilt.”
Ronan grinned. A month ago, flirting with itargand on the street at sunset was a really good choice.
Hand-to-hand combat, magic, sword… This arrogant red dragon absorbed the knowledge of the tribe it taught and was becoming a rival of Ronan, second only to Schlieffen.
It was still a moderately young dragon, so it was an advantage that the level was right. If it was an adult red dragon, it would have been trained, scorched, and ashes, carried away by the spring wind.
Ronan was learning the strength of a dragon, and Itargand was learning how to fight humans, so both sides benefited in many ways. Ronan, who suddenly remembered Schlieffen’s face, spoke.
“Is the child doing well?”
“maybe. Because it’s Grancia’s little duke.”
“You didn’t even come to my house?”
“yes. As far as I know, yes.”
“He trained so much that he didn’t even show his face.”
Ronan shrugged. He hadn’t seen Schlieffen in the last month. Even after asking questions, only vaguely heard rumors that he had explained the situation to Kratir and left Phileon.
“I’m anxious, but I’m looking forward to it. It’s already tomorrow.”
“Ah, that’s already happened.”
Ronan rolled his eyes. I had been so busy living that I had forgotten that tomorrow was the final day. Adeshan said.
“How about getting a good rest today? Training is good, but it’s better to adjust your condition the day before. You’ve been running non-stop until now.”
“Ummm… that’s right, right?”
Ronan nodded. It was a valid argument. After all, if you overworked the day before and get sick, there is nothing so unfair. Putting on his jacket again, he turned to Adeshan and said.
“Who do you think will win?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, don’t do that, let’s try it. You are good at this.”
“I really don’t know. Because both of them are geniuses who will make a mark in their times. By the way···.”
Suddenly, Adeshan turned around. She reached out and gently stroked Ronan’s hair. This was pretty disconcerting. Adeshan, who was staring intently into Ronan’s eyes, opened his mouth.
“I want you to win.”
Ronan didn’t answer. It would have been right that he couldn’t because he was speechless. Suddenly, Adeshan’s face became as hot as an apple. After he spit it out, he seemed to realize late that he had done something very shameful.
“Well then, suffer. I’ll go…!”
She left the training ground, covering her face with both hands. Ronan chuckled. It didn’t seem like his heart was beating so fast that it wasn’t just because he was fighting fiercely with Itargand.
“···her.”
After standing still for a while, he returned to the dormitory. The last day passed quickly.
It was finally tomorrow. To be honest, it didn’t really matter if it was a sword festival or not.
‘Come to think of it, it’s the first time I’ve joined after Haeju. damn child.’
As the bastard said, only the feeling that he did not want to lose even if he died remained, and his pulse was fast. Ronan, lying on the bed, muttered as he looked up at the ceiling.
“wait. You poor bastard.”
I couldn’t sleep because my heart was pounding. Ronan was able to sleep after swinging the sword a thousand more times in each direction. Fatigue, which came late, led him to deep water.
It was the next morning that the news that half of the Dawning Forces pursuing Nebula Clazier had been destroyed.
