130. Borderlands (2)
The impact of the special lecture was great.
Borrowing the name of the special lecture, it was practically close to the feedback of the last special selection, but the content penetrated those who explore combat science, and it was also to inspire all who listened to this special lecture.
In fact, it can be said that the core of combat science lies in practice rather than theory.
Because it is a discipline that prioritizes physical ability.
But Lucas’s lecture was different.
Practical items exist, and as important as bearing the name of combat science, the true net worth of his lectures was in theory.
A structure preceded by theory and supported by practice.
This was the reason why the students of ＜All About Combat> grew rapidly.
Some of their talents were outstanding, but in this world, Lucas’ education method, which was unique, gave their talents wings.
This didn’t just apply to talented ＜All About Combat> students.
A special lecture by Lucas just before the first semester training in the Fedur Mountains.
The combat students who experienced that experience grew differently than before, and some of the magic department also listened to Lucas’ lecture, and the growth curve went up quite steeply.
The other professor could not do it even if he wanted to.
Because they didn’t grow up like that in the first place.
That’s why Lucas’ special lecture was like a rain shower that fell on them.
Although it was only one lecture, it was not as much as a practical item, but the theory was added to the training they had accumulated so far, giving rise to the realization of the ascension.
The overwhelming feeling of rapid growth.
Lucas’ lecture was moved.
However, I cannot feel that feeling again this semester.
That fact came with a great sense of deprivation.
But he can neither argue nor cling to Lucas.
It’s not a matter of justification.
“What do you have to say?”
“Well, that’s the professor… … So… … .”
“what?”
If you stand in front of it, your mouth will never fall.
The presence that Lucas emanated, the dignity of existence itself covered his mouth.
It was no different with the same professors.
They were obviously in the same rank, in the same position, in the same professorship, but-
‘Can’t you give me one more special lecture?’ or
‘Can I see some special lecture material?’ Such trivial requests do not go unnoticed.
“Vice-Chief!”
So, only the relatively good (?) Vice-Chancellor stir-fry.
* * *
“I want to do this too. They come to my office every day. After all, I am the vice-chancellor! I can’t even tell the kids when they come. Are the professors coming too? And why do the magic students keep making a fuss? Professor Millia as well. And where did the rumors spread that the Combat Science Society also contacted them? The president of the academy keeps asking me to invite him too. Combat only? I’m getting calls from Mato too, and other academies are begging me if I can’t even give out a video of a special lecture, but I’m in so much trouble that I’m about to die. In this kind of situation, you, the president, are locked in the laboratory all day, and you can’t even see your nose!”
“haha.”
Ronald suffered from heavy workload all day long.
To Heinz, who came just in time, he expressed his accumulated complaints.
Heinz smiled and took a sip of the tea and opened his mouth.
“But you have a smile on your lips.”
“What is laughter? … Hmmm!”
He hid the laughter that was leaking out with a cough.
Heinz was happy with his joy.
In fact, Grasco’s president is nothing like Ronald.
He was just a face for the survival of Grasco.
It was not because of himself, but because of Ronald’s dedicated management, that Grasco, who had only the glory of the past, was able to survive.
But the times were cold.
Grasco was leaning from the prestigious academy of the past to an academy that was infinitely close to ruin.
Grasco’s will to not deal with students opened up the relationship with the royal family of Aerokk, and its destruction was accelerating even more rapidly.
It would have been very painful.
A feeling of pressure that perhaps the prestigious Grasco in his generation may disappear into the background of history.
Because it was Ronald who carried the enormous pressure on his behalf as the president.
The smile on Ronald’s lips is understandable.
“By the way, Professor Lucas’ practice starts next week.”
“right. Even if it doesn’t, it looks like you’ve been busy with training preparations lately.”
“Probably so. No matter how Professor Lucas is, surviving alone and persevering with the students are two different things.”
“So, I want Professor Lucas and the students to have a light farewell party before they leave the practice.”
“Good idea.”
“okay? I’ve been thinking about this. modestly.”
At Heinz’s affirmation, Ronald poured out the plans he had in mind.
Heinz can’t stop Ronald.
After all, the real president is Ronald.
I have no intention of drying it.
Because Ronald’s intentions came from a very pure heart.
But-
‘Where’s the little thing in this plan, my friend!’
Ronald’s plan was on a scale that could not be called simplistic.
He just smiled at his note.
* * *
The point in time when practice is not far away.
Because they had to prepare thoroughly, the students were devoted to training for more than 20 hours out of 24 hours.
I am no different
Rather, they slept less, moved more, and prepared fiercely.
Of course I am not tired.
Because there is a daily reward.
“Ugh, Grandpa, why are you waving there… … .”
“hey! Catch him, now! Their grandfather is dead!”
“I’m going too… … .”
But the students were not.
It was a fairly harsh schedule, and in just three days, such a strange phenomenon occurred one after another.
“Farewell party… … mean?”
At that point, Ronald’s offer was, frankly, not pleasant.
“It’s just a small banquet that is held modestly. If you find it really uncomfortable, I’ll quit. It’s just something I prepared in hopes that you and our students had a good time, but it’s okay. I’ll let you decide what’s comfortable for you.”
But his heart, his sincerity, and more than anything else… … .
“Can’t we take a break if it’s a farewell party?”
“Relax… … rest!”
“Weapons… … Can you let it go?”
“Grandpa, please come back for a moment. Not yet.”
… … Their expectations pricked me, so I couldn’t resist.
“All right. Let’s prepare.”
The students wore uniforms, not training suits, for a while.
I thought it was a light farewell party, and the students were more enthusiastic about the fact that they could take a short break than the farewell party itself.
However,
-Introducing the hero of the day! At a time when demons destroy people’s lives, it’s the pride of Grassco, who goes out for the people’s well-being!
It was grander than expected.
Not only the central nobles, but also the kings of Aerokk were in attendance, and even royalty from neighboring countries were invited.
A professional band played music to heat up the atmosphere, and it was introduced with something grandiose titles attached.
“… … small… … .”
I mean, where is this modest?
It goes far beyond all the parties described at the time when ＜Ah.Cheon.Mang> was serialized. I was thinking of a banquet like a childhood birthday party.
I thought that a few professors would just get together and say hello, but this is almost like a rock festival.
Like the final exam, it was a grand party of national emergency.
It’s terrifying.
However,
“Wow!”
“It’s awkward because we’re the main character of the party, but it feels good.”
“Professor, can I have a drink today?”
Kids love it so much.
“Don’t lose your dignity. You are now representing Grasco.”
It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get along for the first time.
* * *
It was a farewell party on a different scale than I expected, but it was enough to wash away the fatigue of the past.
It was a time to eat, drink, have fun, and let go of anxiety and worry.
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Most of all, the expectations, worrying, and envy of other people made me feel as if I had become a legendary warrior in an old story.
Lucas also enjoyed being absorbed into the atmosphere of the festival without breaking the atmosphere.
“Come on, Professor Lucas. Take my cup.”
“Will you take my cup too?”
Not to mention the professor’s cup,
“On behalf of His Majesty, I will offer Professor Lucas a drink.”
Romero, the shadow who still rules Aeroque on behalf of Deyan, also drank with his worries and concerns about Deyan and his feelings.
No matter how much Lucas was, it seemed that he couldn’t stand the rushing drink, his pure white skin turned red and his eyes opened.
Even in the midst of it, it was strange that she did not lose her elegant appearance.
everyone enjoyed
Forget about anxiety.
So the grand farewell party came to an end.
“Ugh… … .”
“Is this a dream? Are we still having our farewell party?”
As great as it was, the sequelae were enormous.
Everyone drank the most alcohol in their lifetime.
The hangover the next day was horrendous.
The ground is trembling, and even the touch of someone’s hand is irritating.
At the same time, he vomited, vomited out, and it was to the point that he vomited something like black blood.
However, in the meantime, they had to assemble at the ＜Kylon Pavilion> for training.
“There was a day when I first held a sword and the muscle aches were very severe, and even then, training was not as painful as this.”
“Are you going to rest today? It seems that the professor was too overworked yesterday.”
“okay?”
“You must have drank the most yesterday? Unlike us, you’re a celebrity. There are a lot of people who want to give it to the professor. He ate it all without rejecting it, so he must have been very drunk.”
“I saw it too. There is no way that an upright posture breaks down in the first place. But did you feel a little relaxed?”
“then… … .”
The students secretly expected Lucas to have a hangover.
I can’t imagine Professor Lucas being ruined, but he’s still human.
No matter how much Auror is used, it will certainly be difficult to decipher that much reading.
“Jesse, what do you think? Do you think the professor also suffers from a hangover?”
“… … He is not human. God. and don’t talk Your mouth smells like alcohol.”
“Yeah, it’s from your mouth. Yes, the professor is a god. And I think you are a god too, I.”
At Eylon’s compliment, Jessie looked at him suspiciously.
“What? Did this bastard go out of his mind after drinking… … .”
“God is a god, but he is a god.”
“Huh, what a level. I wouldn’t have been this childish when I was five.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re an old kid. Whoo, whoo!”
“Don’t breathe.”
“Do you want to fight while suffering from a hangover?”
Again-
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Meanwhile, the sound of heels ringing in their ears was heard.
Its owner is, without question, Professor Lucas.
However, his condition was not what they expected.
‘Uh, why… … .’
Yesterday’s red complexion is nowhere to be seen, and it’s so fine, that’s why it’s an appearance that radiates unparalleled elegance among people who are tired of this hangover.
There was not even the slightest hint of drunkenness in his appearance.
“It’s a mess.”
He glanced at the students once and opened his mouth.
“But it is in very good condition.”
The next words of Lucas sparked hope among the students.
What is good condition? Maybe today’s training is off?
But it never happened.
“Good condition to die.”
“yes?”
The students’ questions echoed like echoes, and in Lucas’ hands, Leviathan suddenly appeared with a bright light.
And Leviathan clearly contained it.
Lucas’ unique, divinely dazzling aurora.
