Chapter 64 – Episode 39-2. Dalian

At Allen’s call to start sparring, the two explore each other… No, Christine just holds a wooden sword.

She leisurely waved her sword, awaiting Vivian’s attack, and Vivian calmly closed the distance and closely watched her movements, holding her sword lightly.

Although it is said to be sparring, the atmosphere of the girls was rather close to a duel.

The academy students also felt cold on their backs and wanted to express the hot heat rising deep in their hearts, but everyone just watched the two of them sparring.

Because the atmosphere in Dalian did not allow this. No, it is a calm atmosphere that suppresses even the slightest breathing of the academy students to the extent that it is called control.

“Is it rude that I am the only one who doesn’t move even though time has passed?”

Christine, standing at the end of the arena, walks forward confidently, holding her sword.

Vivian was slightly taken aback by her majestic stride, but she quickly regained her composure.

‘I don’t know what it is.’

On the other hand, everyone holds their breath and concentrates on watching the girls fight, but Allen doesn’t know the current atmosphere at all and just lets out a boring yawn and rubs her eyes.

Could Allen’s boring yawn be a new signal?

Christine unconsciously turned her head at the sound of yawning while raising her sword like an innocent child.

Now, 3, 40 seconds have passed for Vivian. She doesn’t miss the first chance, like a hawk snatching prey.

She was about to lunge with her swift feet and strike Christine’s arm.

“Do kids these days grow up quickly?”

As Vivian’s wooden sword, slicing through the air, lands on the arena, she raises her hands above his head and expresses her intention to surrender.

“Huh? Let’s finish already? There’s still time left?”
“No. I didn’t get hit even though I tried my best, so it’s my defeat.”

The calm and heated atmosphere quickly faded and declared defeat to Vivian, so many academy students let out a sigh mixed with sighs and regret that it ended too blandly.

Christine, like her academy student, reveals her explicit expression and shakes her hand with regret, like a child who wants to play more.

“Now, here.”

After shaking hands, Vivian takes her wooden sword, which she dropped in her arena, and hands it to Allen.

“Oh, thank you.”
“…”

Vivian goes back to her seat without saying anything, and Allen goes up to the arena holding a wooden sword that still retains the girl’s warmth.

“After…”

Light deep breathing.

Climbing into the arena, Allen calmed her tickling tremors and looked Christine in the eye.

Just a moment ago, the eyes stained with disappointment were looking at me with anticipation.

The calm before the storm that came again spread around the arena, and the two waited for the signal to drop in place.

Before the start signal is dropped. Allen looked at her swordsmanship objectively and concluded that she had no choice but to charge.

She had been learning her swordsmanship all this time, but she learned it by scratching the surface, and she couldn’t beat Christine herself.

So, wouldn’t it be a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of The idea came to me right before the Dalian.

‘Shall I strengthen it in advance?’

Taking advantage of the gaps where the signal hasn’t started yet, Allen lightly uses mana to strengthen her body.

“Then let’s count! Ten…”

When the unknown meal started counting, I felt nervous for some reason.

Unlike usual, my hands were sweaty and my back was tingling, which made me a little strangely excited.

Regardless of gender, male or female, I wanted to know what the scale of one’s strength was.

“Start!”

At the signal of a start, the mana she sent to her arms and legs fluctuated and showed explosive leaping power.

Christine, who showed a leisurely smile as she saw me fly away, tried to counterattack her with light footwork and avoiding the fiercely charging Allen.

However, Allen, unable to accept defeat foolishly without any countermeasures, forcibly twists her ankle the moment her leg touches the arena, and follows her waist.

While holding her wooden sword like a club to block Christine’s wooden sword from counterattacking, she strengthened her wooden sword with mana and pushed it back as it was.

In fact, there was something Allen overlooked.

The flames flowing through Allen’s body now, the flames where the red dragon Close Cero’s mana had completely nested and settled were on a different level from other flames.

There were few weapons in the world that could withstand the flames that would burn everything, similar to Clos Sero’s personality.

How much more can the wooden sword used for practice at the academy withstand Allen’s mana?

Allen, unaware of this fact, endowed her wooden sword with a lot of mana, but unfortunately, her training wooden sword was not a legendary weapon.

Uzi…!

Ominous sound.

The reddish-brown wooden sword could not stand it and turned black in an instant, as if too much mana had been put into the flame, and soon red magma rose unsteadily between the blackened wooden swords as if red blood vessels were entangled.

“Oh?”

Noticing something wrong with Allen’s wooden sword, Christine let out an exclamation like a girl and directed Allen’s thrusting sword toward the floor, changing the sword’s trajectory like water flowing in a valley, and lightly kicking Allen’s hand holding the wooden sword with her foot. Allen lost the wooden sword in pain.

Then, if the wooden sword, which seemed like it would burst at any moment, was thrown into the sky, the fragments could scatter and injure the academy students, so Christine hurriedly threw away her wooden sword in his hand.

The smell of burning wood

From the pommel to the point of Allen’s wooden sword, he supported it with the palm of his hand and began to apply force as it was, and the split wooden sword quickly lost its shape. Soon, the 1m long wooden sword began to be forcibly compressed in Christine’s overlapping hands.

Literally compression.

Also, the red mana that left Allen’s hand caused a huge explosion at the moment, whether it was because he couldn’t withstand the wooden sword that exceeded the limit of mana, or if he changed his form and started to run wild at the sudden change.

A sound similar to firecrackers was heard repeatedly, and then dark red smoke rose between the fingers of Christine’s overlapped hands.

“Aww…!”

Christine spread her palms out, pleading for her warmth, and what had once been Allen’s wooden sword fell in the form of a burst sphere, giving her final smoke.

“…I’m sorry.”

Arlen stutters and breaks into a cold sweat saying he’s sorry for Christine.

Most of all, perhaps because of the sudden explosion, the academy student opened his mouth in a daze and couldn’t close his mouth when he saw that it was a wooden sword that had fallen from Christine’s palm.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s only sparring.”

Christine, who says she’s okay and tries to stroke Allen’s head, realizes that her own palm is dirty, then raises her thumb at her Allen’s and spreads her palm out to say she’s fine.

“It’s a practice wooden sword made by a fairly famous blacksmith, but it’s amazing that it burst with pure mana, right?”

For her dejected Allen, Christine is surprised that she slashed her sword with her pure mana, and she behaves as usual…

“Is it okay? Now, then who will be the next academy student… Oh my?”
“Let’s go to the infirmary first.”

Grabbing her by the wrist, Allen leads Christine to her health room.

“I-I’m really okay? Hey, look at this?”

She opened her palm again and asked Allen to look at it, but Allen couldn’t let Christine hurt because of her.

“Now, wait a minute, Allen? Sir, are you angry? Are you really fine?”

Christine, who is forcibly drawn to her Allen, calms her apprentice by saying it’s okay, but…

Allen, who has already made up her mind, continues, despite Christine’s dissuading her that she doesn’t have to go to the health room if she’s okay, she rushes to the health room just in case.

And since this is the first time a man has held her hand, even though he is her pupil, Christine follows Allen, covering her slightly embarrassed face with her palm.