Chapter 11 – Before the Storm #03

“I told you to fight in the first training room?”

The dumplings I was eating at the moment almost choked me. I drank the cherry ade prepared by Xiao-Mei and barely managed to pass it.

“Yes, the student council told me to report it.”
“Why do you have to tell me… No, how could I know what the man is thinking?”

It’s also funny to ask Zorba why. The student council president is originally such a role.

Even in the original work, the student council president is the person who did all sorts of things to capture the main character just because he was interested in it. This time, I’m getting that gaze.

“You sound like you know a lot about the student council president, Artin?”
“How do I know him? I just picked up some rumors.”
“… Aha, rumors.”

..? What is this guy’s reaction like?

As I looked at Zorba curiously, he smiled at me as usual. Is mourning adolescence?

“Well, the first training room… There’s nothing I can’t do, but if I refuse even this, I think I’ll be filmed for real.”

Originally, the contents of a duel in the first conference room after the main character gets into a fight with an extra aristocrat with a sense of choice next week or two weeks later can be seen as an affair.

Get attention early. It’s a little burdensome, but there’s a good chance you’ll get it.

“Xiao Mei, since we finished eating, shall we prepare for Dalian again?”
“Oh! Are you ready, brother?”

Cleared all 10 servings of dumplings brought by Xiao Mei by shoving the last dumpling into her mouth.

Zorba looks down at me with a tired expression.

“Eat all of that and train right away? Even the kingdom’s warriors won’t do that.”

I don’t want to do this either, man, I’m doing this because it’s all training.

Besides, that statement is incorrect. It was the master from the previous episode who taught me this ignorant training method of eating, training, and replenishing it with elixirs and magical powers.

‘Should I go see you face to face once this work is over?’

The academy is a person who grumbles about being bored, so it should be easy to meet him since he’s always resident in the student council.

“Then, how much can I look after today?”

Xiao Mei, who was preparing for sparring by clearing away her dishes, raised her head and asked.

Those bright eyes are so pretty, but it’s a bit scary that they become fierce after training.

“It’s after eating, so let’s do it lightly. If you touch the body unprotected, win a hundred times in one round.”
“…If it touches the body, a bout? Is that training?”

I snapped my fingers at Zorba’s question.

“Think carefully, Zorba, who am I dealing with this time?”
“That’s right, Shion Idrisji, a swordsman from the Imperial Knights.”

Needless to say there, Zorba nodded her head knowingly while answering my question.

Shion Idris’ main weapon is a rapier, and considering that it is also an imperial style swordsmanship, it is only a matter of time to prepare a skewer the moment it is hit.

Even if it’s not magical power in the first place, if you think about Shion, who was a death knight before, the specs of Shion, a human, are not tolerable on this side, even if it falls short of that.

As I explained that, Zorba looked at me with a puzzled look.

“Then, in the end, aren’t you, Artin, no match for me in the first place? The opponent is a strong person who overwhelms you in all aspects of technology, specs, and experience.”
“Well, looking at it normally, that’s true… But we have a stronger martial artist, don’t we?”

Saying that, he gently stroked Xiao Mei’s head her, then rubbed his head her in his hands her. Cute guy.

“So, get used to Xiao-Mei’s speed.”
“… He gets used to speed? It’s hard to know what that means?”
“You mean it? Since the body’s visual acuity can’t keep up, the sense of an attack coming and the way to respond are hammered into the body. Now that I know it, it’s possible.”

…Well, of course, Zorba’s expression says what nonsense he is talking about.

It’s safe to say that this is a method that only a small percentage of geniuses will try. A criminal start is also a way you can’t even dream of.

‘I’m going to hit my lacking talent with experience.’

It’s a long story, but it’s enough to show it in the end. After stopping the conversation, I took a stance, lightly away from Xiaomei.

“If you say more, your mouth will hurt, so see and learn with your own eyes, Zorba! Let’s start, Xiao Mei!”

**

At the absurd sight unfolding before his eyes his, Zorba couldn’t stop the growing suspicion he had.

‘Now that I’m done, it’s possible?’

Zorba couldn’t possibly agree with that statement.

Even if I put aside the words he showed me just a moment ago, which couldn’t be said for the depressed Artin.

‘There is no way this is possible. Especially if it’s Artin I know.’

Prior to the sparring, it was said that he did it lightly, but Zorba, who had seen Xiao-Mei fight with sincerity a few times, could see that Xiao-Mei’s current series of attacks were not light.

Zorba’s ears hurt just from the sound of the piercing sound of Xiao Mei’s fist swinging at Artin’s body.

Let alone herself, how many of the freshmen in the gold class would be able to repel that fist. It is not in vain that the Republic’s praises as the highest military succession have ever been given.

But it goes without saying that Lin Xiao-Mei is strong. What now casts doubt in Zorba Felkas’s eyes is Artin’s response to her, now less than two weeks since starting her martial arts career.

Faaaaang!!!

Again and again, he pushed Xiao Mei’s fist into her palm and wrapped in her her magical power. There is no hesitation or unnecessary movement in the flaccid movement.

Artin’s arm his, which bends like a flowing wave, only responds to the pleasure and the strong. When Shao Mei advances deeply in order to break Artin’s defense of her, he lightly touches her knee in line with his movement of her, on the contrary, interrupting the rapid hit of her.

Even, Artin’s eyes are busy not following Xiaomei’s movements in her. As if predicting a small movement based on a large posture, the gaze is directed toward Xiao-Mei’s eyes in her, blocking even a surprise attack from a blind spot from the outstretched movement before gaining strength.

Rather, if Zorba did not know the situation, it would be mistaken as if an old man who had reached the level of a master was sparring with a young genius. If not, it might be a more accurate analogy to say that they are show sparring in a perfectly coordinated martial arts dojo.

‘Xiaomei, how can you tell me to believe this even after seeing this?’

As a merchant, Zorbagi, who has an extraordinary brain and is called a genius, cannot accept this sight as if it were the embodiment of a child’s fantasy.

‘Xiaomei, how are you still smiling at Artin like this?’

Artin’s own offensive his is clearly evenly matched, albeit on the defensive. Looking at Artin like that, he must have shown a genius-specific curiosity or a friendly attitude.

Xiaomei, as if enjoying the whole situation, smiles and pretends to be a guide who silently guides Artine to the stage he should be aiming for.

Inside Zorba, it made me wonder if it was Shaomai, not Artin, who had made a deal with the devil or the demons.

However, it didn’t take long for her to realize that such doubts were meaningless as Xiao Mei had always been with her until just before she arrived at the academy.

Fain!

At that moment, Shao Mei’s fist landed directly on Artin’s stomach. At that moment, everyone except Artin thought that the power control was wrong.

“Ugh… Is it the 30th? How could you only win 2 out of 30 hits?”

Artin, who drained his power in that instant, defied everyone’s expectations and rose again.

“Oh.. But I felt a lot! On the first day, I couldn’t even win a game, but now I feel that it doesn’t work well if I throw out ignorance!”

Suddenly, Zorba, who heard that conversation, felt that everything was meaningless. Are her own worries and doubts her worth her own thoughts her?

‘I’m going to go heal.’

Feeling her brain overloaded, Zorba decided to meet one of the many women he dated at the academy to appease her, and left the training room behind the two who started the 33rd sparring.

**

“Hey, I heard that the freshman who got into the accident is going to duel with the count’s son in the arena this time?”
“What? Does he ate a suspension to stay calm and then make another accident?”

At the words of the classmates, Violet, who was preparing for the next class, listened to the two of them.

“A person I knew in the student council told me, and even the student council told me to stop dueling, but I refused! So, I heard that she even provided the first sparring room to set an example?”
“Isn’t that freshman really crazy? I think there are about three livers.”
“Besides, the opponent is going to send out an escort who was a former knight of the Empire, isn’t he going to die in the arena?”

Pudeuk!

Violet, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, suddenly felt a sense of self-doubt when she realized that the pen was broken in her clenched fist.

She hated people who were swayed by rumors the most, and now she was eavesdropping like a rat.

‘What does that guy keep thinking about? It’s crazy why he keeps bothering me. Yes really!’

Thud! The two people who had overheard Violet’s head her a while ago at the sound of her forehead her hitting her desk turned around in surprise, and her forehead her glared at her blushing Violet, wondering what she was looking at.

Seeing the two of them hurriedly turning their heads, Violet sighed once again, thinking that she was being mean for no reason. What am I doing now

“It’s not enough to just focus on studying, so don’t worry… “

As long as she entered the school under the name of the granddaughter of the great witch Val Burga, people around her would say that she had to rank first in the written exam and barely pass. Even Violet, who was called a child prodigy, had to focus on her studies her even harder than now to be sure of winning first place in the academy.

“…Not funny.”

Violet even felt a sense of loss in the reality that even if she put her face into the textbook, the letters would not come into her eyes. Even before entering the academy, she dreamed of a fun school life, but she hadn’t even made a good friend until three weeks after the first semester started.

So, naturally, Violet, who cannot focus on her studies her, ends up thinking of the name Artin Ludwig, who has not left her mind all week.

“But, it is very strange.”

After hearing that she was fighting a knight, Violet made an expression that she didn’t know what kind of stupid thing she was doing, but strangely, she couldn’t imagine that Artin Ludwig would lose.

Somehow, he felt confident that it would be natural for a boy named Artin to win, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, just as it is natural for apples to fall down.

‘I’m sure I’ll lose, why do I think I’ll win?’

Suddenly, she looked at the textbook again, muttering that she was thinking about something, but in despair at not being able to study, Violet eventually had to mess up the next class without being able to concentrate.

If Violet had been sober, she might have known that she wasn’t the only one overhearing the story.

Because, in the seat next to Violet, there was a handsome black-haired man who was concentrating on the name of a boy named Artin while responding appropriately to the words of a beautiful brown-haired girl.

“Really~ Cayenne, are you listening to me?”
“Yes? Yeah, I’m listening.”

Leaving behind her girl’s complaints for noticing that she wasn’t paying attention to her own story of her, Cayenne Silversword remembered a boy named Artin Ludwig. Like any other heroine who encountered the boy, she smiled.