Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death

The second-year student’s scissors, which had been sniping, stopped abruptly.

‘Did I hear wrong?’

He first looked at the expression of the sophomore classmate who came next to him. But he also had the same expression as himself.

He had no choice but to ask the short, long-haired man standing in front of him.

“Just what?”

“Looks like he’s hard of hearing.”

“… What?!”

“I’d rather cut my throat.”

It was an expression used like an idiom in the southern part of the empire.

to draw out the sword.

The sophomores, who were threateningly scissoring, were taken aback by the appearance of the sophomores who confidently threatened in front of seniors one year above them. And I was once again taken aback by the look in his eyes. And he could know it instinctively after being in the academy for over a year.

‘If we fight, we lose unconditionally.’

And for Sabaki, the fight had already begun. Sabaki asked the opponent who did not draw the sword again.

“Are you going to stop it with those scissors?”

“… What are you going to do?”

“indeed.”

He thought he had given enough warning. The single body soared up. The first formula of the swordsmanship that was taught by the master.

His sword stretched out in tandem with the splendid blows made in the air.

Shy-ek-

He had no reason to think about the future after being haunted by ghosts all night. The power contained in that momentum would shatter the opponent’s shoulder.

However, before the sword strike fell on the opponent, the man standing in the front row intruded between the two.

It was John.

Early on he sensed his life.

Yohan and Sabaki’s wooden swords collided, and a light crackling sound echoed through the hallway. And Yohan knew the name of Sabaki’s swordsmanship.

Demon sword type 1.

cutting sword.

It was a test that he had received before. Sabaki, who came to his room with a murderous appearance, used it toward himself.

And while he was barely able to keep his head up then, there are now two important differences.

The fact that Sabaki’s attack this time was not aimed at him.

And the fact that his stats have grown since then.

That difference led to desirable results for Yohan. The swords of the two people who bumped into each other in a jump state fought against each other until they fell to the floor. And in the end, just before the sword fell onto the shoulder of the second-year student holding the scissors, Sabaki’s black sword turned.

It was because of the increase in John’s strength stat.

The sword narrowly slipped to the side of the shoulder.

The reason Sabaki didn’t continue his attack was because Yohan quickly retreated toward the wall while covering the sophomore. John knew this would happen and was waiting in the front row of the hallway in advance.

And that prediction was possible because he persistently thought about the events of the original work and the variables that were currently occurring.

The name of the event, [Second Year Discipline].

Even there, the event begins with a hair test led by sophomores.

However, if there is a difference, it is that it occurs after [Guardian Kirov] is progressed in the flow of the original work. And Sabaki plays a key role in defeating Kirov in that event. When the dean congratulates him on the achievement and tells him to make a wish, Sabaki says a really small wish.

Excluded for hair test.

It was a setting made by Yohan to maintain the character’s personality of being the only long-haired male character.

However, that is not the case now as the progress of [Chief Kirov] is being delayed. Having been hospitalized since [First March], he didn’t get enough opportunities to show off his powerlessness in public.

“You look like you want to die, John.”

“not really.”

Children who witnessed the clash of wooden swords exclaimed excitedly.

“It’s a fight!”

“Jean, isn’t that the guy who harpooned the jackal’s shoulder before?”

“Are you hanging out with a little kid this time?”

Height is also Sabaki’s complex. Seeing Savaki’s frowning eyes, Yohan felt a chill. ‘shit. Don’t provoke me.’ Johann kneaded his tingling wrist and caught Sabaki’s eyes glaring at him.

“Sabaki. They don’t know Southern culture.”

“therefore.”

“When he said ‘what to do’, he didn’t mean to attack.”

“therefore.”

Sabaki’s life that hadn’t faded changed direction. This time to John. And Sabaki threw the same warning at him.

“Are you going to accept my sword in that position?”

I had already figured out that Sabaki’s madness was exceeding the level. John shook his head slightly and said.

“No way.”

He quickly put his sword in and then raised both hands slightly. It was the only way to stop his attack. Sabaki, who laughed at Yohan, said as he retrieved his sword.

“Northern bastards who don’t even know how to be proud… .”

But then, as John had intended, the voice of someone who could really stop him rang out from the other hallway.

“Certainly you were less beaten then.”

There is no one in the academy who does not know the owner of that voice. A handsome man who walks away clearing his nose.

Sabaki quickly drew out his wooden sword and turned around.

“Swordsmanship teacher… .”

“How many times do you have to break your head to get rid of that rampaging habit?”

It was Bastia.

Rainwater dripping down the hallway floor.

And Savaki felt as if the ghosts in his eyes were talking to him.

you.

the author.

can win

there is no

Bastia yawned once and walked away, spinning her sword. Then, like a person trying not to be consumed by his own fear, Sabaki screamed loudly.

“Ahhhh!!!”

For the children standing in the hallway, it felt like a strong wind had blown through them. There were some who blocked their ears to that spirit filled with energy, but Bastia calmly cleared her ears with the hand she had been clearing her nose and said.

“Baby, quack… It’s a big law for cowardly people.”

“If you come within 10 paces, I won’t stay still.”

“What if I don’t stay still?”

Bastia continued to walk, and Sabaki once again performed one of the sword techniques taught by his master.

Ghost sword type 2, wind cutting sword.

If the 1st meal of the ghost sword is herbivorous, which cuts enemies at close range, the second meal is herbivore, which fires the strong energy contained in the sword at the enemy. From the tip of the wooden sword, which had been pulled and slashed, charred energy shot out with terrifying force.

Cha-cha-cha-

The wind pressure of the strong wind shattered the windows of the high hallway one after another. Bastia clicked her tongue and corrected her posture as she looked at the glass fragments that flew like cut pieces of paper.

“This bastard, where did he roll and eat?”

Fang – and

Bastia’s wooden sword intercepted Sabaki’s powerful attack. With his clean sweep, the strong qi was scattered as it was, and Sabaki ran toward Bastia with the intention of continuing the linked attack.

Toot toot toot-

Sliding feet make a low sound. ‘Everything runs?!’ and the children divided left and right lamented. Only one person, Bastia, was looking at him with feminine eyes.

An opponent who has already defeated himself once.

In this academy, full of superficial punks.

If there was one person he had to overcome ‘with his sword’, it would be Lee Ja.

Olenu Bastia, a swordsmanship teacher who is said to have made a name for himself as a spring gladiator.

Yi-ja destroys the opponent’s strength with just a simple consensus check.

A man who makes you feel the same wall he felt when dealing with his teacher.

And for him, those kinds of walls were there to jump over.

The wall that caught the sword tax spoke in a stern voice.

“Glass window, you pay for it.”

That’s not even funny.

With Sabaki’s unique footwork, she approached the wall. And at the moment when the attack had to be connected, doubts bloomed for a moment. It was as if ghosts were whispering to him.

will it be

Isn’t this the one who broke your head already?

But he repeated.

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Not to doubt yourself.

It’s not the first time. There was also a time when he traveled around the South breaking countless seals. The moment when I faced tremendously strong people who couldn’t even predict the match in front of me. And it was this swordsmanship inherited from his master that defeated those strong men.

The strongest move he has is still 1 type of demon slaughter sword.

He responded to the voice of the ghost with action.

Taha-!

His body spurred on again. And Bastia did not wait for the opponent’s ceremony to be completed. It was because the tip of the opponent’s sword was cleverly shaking so that it was difficult to predict the price point. Relatively taller, instead of jumping up, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his wooden sword.

Before long, a completely different reaction took place with Sabaki’s sword than when it collided with John’s sword.

Quick-!

The moment the swords met, Sabaki could feel that his wooden sword was destined to be shattered. And Bastia felt the same way.

“Your undeveloped bastard.”

Sabaki thought as he watched the scattering pieces of wood.

It was this.

Sober rather than flashy.

Rather than subtle, just sure.

sword attack of this man.

An ordinary sum that even smashed his own sword the other day.

That mysterious sword that seems to shatter any tools that have the will to attack.

There was no way the sword could not break the wooden sword.

Bastia said sarcastically.

“I can’t use my head.”

The style of dueling should always depend on the appearance of the opponent. It was a point like a swordsmanship teacher that if you experienced that your opponent can break weapons, you should do it differently.

But Sabaki had another move.

Landing with a thud, his body spun and momentarily showed his back. Bastia almost said in an instant, ‘Are you using your back to make it easier to hit?’ But when his hand, which had been hidden in the square, protruded forward, Bastia also froze.

A black figure rose above the wooden sword that had been broken in half.

shape of qi.

And Bastia knew the name that referred to it.

‘It’s a sword?!’

Very rarely, there are those who are capable of this. And it is not based on effort or skill, but on natural talent or selection. Ki is originally related to magic. It was for the same reason that Bastia was able to open the wizard’s tower door.

Sabaki’s machine sword and Bastia’s wooden sword collided again.

Kwajik-!

And this time, the exact opposite happened at each other’s sword. Sabaki’s sword that had been extended was embedded in Bastia’s wooden sword.

“… .”

“… .”

Sabaki, who thought that she would not be able to receive her own combo attack, and Bastia, who had never thought of a situation where her own weapon would even scratch.

The two stopped thinking for a moment, but at the same time.

“… .”

“… .”

A sword suspended in midair, interlocking like saw teeth.

Even though it was an exchange of workshops, there was a huge time difference between the two of them. And the amount of experience is proportional to the time. The amount of experience he had to face in the real battle decided this match.

perok-

Bastia’s front kick exploded into Sabaki’s open stomach. With her mouth wide open, Sabaki flew the same distance as she had run.

“Hee!”

The children, who had peeked their heads out to watch the fight between the two, snuggled up against the wall once more. With a thump, Sabaki, who hit the back of his head against the wall next to the officer’s office door, fell helplessly forward.

“Now, did you kick it?”

“Mi, crazy… .”

Bastia waited for a while, but Sabaki only twitched the hand holding the wooden sword, and showed no sign of standing up. Only the sound of rain continued in the quiet hallway.

Yohan also stood firm in an awkward posture avoiding the flying Savaki. Bastia, embarrassed for nothing, said to John.

“You know why you have to listen to the class well, right?”

John belatedly nodded. However, he was thinking of something other than the importance of swordsmanship lessons.

He also saw it clearly. The [Knowledgeable Sword] embodied by Sabaki.

And the problem was that Sabaki of the original work completing the [Kiken] was a story that took place when the ending of the scenario was approaching.

This explains one thing.

Like the wizard Kirov, he is growing at a terrifying rate.

Of all the characters who have to stay with the main character until the end, the main character who has to be judged as ‘crazy’ is the only one.