BJ Swordmaster

There are only about two days left before the semester begins.

Alex, the chief instructor, left the private training center with his beloved student.

Even though it was a royal academy, each instructor had a student he cared about, and outstanding talent was a law that kept educators from resting.

If you teach him a little more, he'll be able to sprout soon.’

Alex was also an educator before he was a knight.

I don't know when I first came here, but now I'm in a situation where I completely changed my mind.

Now Alex's future as a follower was many times more important than his own honor.

"Don't forget, if you don't make a mistake, you're good enough."

"Yes, sir. I'll do my best."

Alex smiled delightedly at the student's powerful answer.

Until yesterday, he had taught his students at his own private smokes, but today he brought his students to a smokescreen used by all the trainees.

The reason was simple.

To relieve the tension in the examination that I will take as soon as the semester begins.

Although independent spaces are better for purely increasing one's skills, such pressure was intensified.

Psychological pressure would be much better if there was no one else in the open space.

"Just change the place and it's a lot more...… hmm?'

Alex squinted his eyes.

There seemed to be someone in the mist.

Training from this time of day.’

I don't know who it is, but it's a great posture.

I thought about it and tried to approach it, but Alex paused.

"Oh, really?"

It was because I remembered what happened a few days ago.

Henry, who was lying alone in the smoke field, and Russo, who were sad about it.

'There's no harm in being careful, is there?’

Alex deliberately raised the pace of his walk.

He took a few steps ahead of his student and arrived at the smoke field, and when he looked inside, he had to gather his eyebrows in the middle.

I was right to assume it was Henry, but what is this situation?

What surprised him was the sight of Henry Camilton swinging a wooden sword around.

You're gonna be able to deal with Mana?’

"Trainer?"

"Stop. Stand by there."

"What? Oh, yeah."

The suspicious-looking trainee stepped back.

I came here to refine his skills, and I didn't expect to see this.’

Alex gave a look of seriousness.

"I'll put off the training for a while. Can you go get Russo? If you're not coming, stress that I'm looking for you in a hurry."

"Yep!"

The student drifted away. If it was another instructor, Alex, like Russo, was one of those people who had no ill will toward Henry.

There's nothing good about the rumor spreading.’

No, at least Russo deserved to know first, even if it spread. The fact that you're training openly in the fume doesn't mean it's a secret.

I didn't expect this guy to feel Mana. But what are you talking about?’

I stopped trying to concentrate Mana on my ears.

He was always light-hearted, but he wasn't out of character enough to overhear other people's secrets.

Alex stood as if he were guarding the door.

Soon, I saw In-young running at a fast pace.

"Even though he's always grumpy, he's a good friend to see at times like this."

How many people can run to such a place at the word of their colleague that they are in a hurry?

"Alex."

Blame-.

Russo stopped in front of Alex. Even though he ran so fast, he didn't seem to be disturbed at all.

To that sincerity, Alex repaid.

"There's a guy in there you care about.”

"Henry, I suppose. Don't tell me the bullying...… No, if that's the case, you'd have stopped me first, without calling me."

"See for yourself."

Alex stepped aside. With his brows narrowed, Russo looked inside and hardened.

His gaze, slowly turning away, was exactly the kind Alex expected.

"See, I told you it was urgent."

***

an increase in natural sensitivity

It wasn't impossible, but it wasn't very common.

Sensitivity generally falls into the realm of 'talent'.

I mean, it's become a myth in the academic world that it's only going to work.

But sometimes there were people who flatly denied that orthodoxy, and now Russo was convinced Henry was the case.

"When did you feel Mana?"

"Two days ago."

"What's through the road?"

"Yesterday."

"You've reached this level in just one day.”

It was to be admired.

Henry Camilton's sensitivity has risen, and he is even making incredible use of his one-day training.

"Can I see your wrist for a moment?"

"……Yes."

Rousseau put his index and middle finger on Henry's wrist. Don't flow down the path created like blood vessels. I measured the flow, and I was sure.

'This guy is a genius.’

Natural sensitivity may be at its bottom.

But the least qualification.

That is, if I could feel Mana, I would have been called a genius.

'You've pierced the whole path. It's amazing. I can't believe this just happened in a day.’

Generally, a trainee who first drilled the road.

The road was unstable, thin.

In other words, not only is there not enough mana to actually handle, but also the supply of mana could be cut off at some point.

'But this is.'

Henry's path, at least months of training, was comparable to a student.

The length of the whole body was like a muscle, so as time went by, it became thicker and stronger.

"Did you have any specific references to the training?"

"Yes, I've recounted what Pike taught me."

"That's all."

It's ridiculous.

It was clear that Henry didn't even measure his level properly.

'I would've done the same.'

Henry has been a helpless trainee for three years.

With no reliable colleagues, no teacher to rely on.

There's nothing to compare, so of course there's no standard.

"First, finish the training. I'll be a little later...… No, we'd better move places.”

Russo had a complex look on his face, and Henry looked puzzled by the sudden suggestion.

The two are out of the mist.

***

Instructors at the Royal Academy were well treated as such.

Although they were backward in their lives as knights, the king knew that new knights were born from their fingertips.

a chief instructor in particular

For them, the Academy has given a lot of support.

"Stay here until I get back."

"I see."

"It means to train even."

"……Thank you."

Henry's eyes were rounded with surprise.

This was Russo's private smoke mill.

Although it was not as much as a weapon as a knight's life, there was a strong perception that personal training was also a place where people would not be allowed to enter.

The reason was simple.

If it's above a certain level, I could steal something just by watching you train.

"I'll be back soon."

Leaving Henry behind, Russo stepped outside.

The waiting Alex approached.

"Did I see it right?"

"You saw it right. Is your student, by any chance, the way he looks...….”

"My friend, I know how you feel about him. Don't worry. I'm sure I'm the only one who's seen it so far."

The basis for conviction was simple.

The rumors haven't spread in this academy yet.

Henry Camilton, a ten-year-old inferior, has changed?

It's gossip that anyone can talk about with interest.

"So, what happened? Was he suddenly awakened like a bolt out of the blue?”

It was half a joke, half a truth.

But to Alex's surprise, Russo nodded.

"Huh, you'really.

"It will be known soon anyway, but please keep it a secret until the first exam. He felt Mana three days ago and broke through the first road yesterday.”

"Are you saying you're a genius?"

"I think so.”

"Why didn't you show your talent because you didn't have the sensitivity?"

"As far as I'm concerned."

"If it's known, there's a lot of things to roll around holding onto the boat."

If the object of ridicule has grown in an instant, and even the talent is known to be overwhelming.

Of course, there will be overwhelming views on the negative.

In particular, he might not know if he does not have the ability, and he might even be directly in check from the moment he becomes a "competitor."

"I'll be careful, so what are you going to do? I have a rough idea, of course."

"Now I have to do what I have to do.”

"A student taught by Russo himself. There will be twice as many jealous people."

"If it were that kind of guy who would've been ankle-deep, I wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.”

"Hmm."

Alex nodded unconsciously.

That was something no one could deny.

Perhaps Henry's taunts, for Alex's part, were unimaginable.

"Well, congratulations. To be honest, I didn't care much about him. Isn't the joy of a colleague my pleasure?”

"Thanks to you, I'm not late. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Alex grinned. Just as he felt Russo was a real colleague, Russo seemed to think so of himself.

"Let's call it a day for the interrupter to step down. Anyway, I'll keep my mouth shut until the exam, so you have a good time. It'll be hard to see you at a drinking party for a while.”

"Maybe. Thank you for your understanding.”

"Just say thank you once. Work hard."

Swirling, swirling.

Roughly waving his hands, Alex left.

Henry Camilton felt Mana. What's more, a genius.'

What Alex felt about the fact was just an interest.

But not for the others.

There will be a lot of interesting pictures soon.’

If there were more things to talk about at a drinking party, it would be welcomed by Alex.

From a spectator's point of view, change has always produced interesting events.

***

"Yes, that's instructor Russo. And I did follow the word of the sorceresses, but Russo is a very reliable man."

[No, he doesn't understand anyway]]

[How does NPC know about broadcasting?]

[Driver, please trust us] There's no point in talking about it.

Henry looked at the chat window with a look of incomprehension.

A while ago.

When they met Russo in the smoke and mirrors, the viewers united in one mind and urged him not to mention the broadcast.

Of course Henry was obedient to the wizard's situation.

but

"What the hell is an NPC?”

I couldn't understand the expression "NPC" that was constantly mentioned.

Everything but the driver!]

[I'm serious about this. I'm going crazy]

[Except for the driver, everyone else is NPC] No matter how much I tell them about the broadcast or the wizard, they don't understand!]

"Oh."

Only then, Henry realized why wizards did this.

It was a very magical reason.

Because of some kind of device, people other than Henry cannot accept the existence of the show.

Or a gap in consciousness.Did you do something like that?’

Anyway, if that's true, the wizards' recommendation was reasonable.

"Thank you. Now I understand what you're saying."

[Sigh]

[Now I'm going to live]

Is Russo a knight, too? You're not a general engineer, are you?]

"Among the instructors, they are the best knights, or they are credited with their work before coming to the Academy. Instructor Russo is in both cases."

[So you're the teacher NPC]

[Now I feel like I'm doing a tutorial]

So you learn swordsmanship and skills from her? Mana, are you learning something?]

"As far as I know, you are a person who avoids teaching outside of regular classes. Maybe you're calling me today, rather than trying to teach me directly.… I honestly don't know."

I meant it.

Henry couldn't even guess Russo's mind.

BJ Swordmaster

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