Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga – Chapter 68

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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Gidley briefly ignored the excited students who were crowding around and chattering to Lagnis.

From his perspective, it wasn’t necessarily a bad situation.

No matter how much effort and sincerity an educator put into teaching, if the learners lacked motivation, the effect would inevitably be less than expected.

It wasn’t something that was shown by someone who had lived decades longer.

Just the fact that a magician of a similar age was attempting non-verbal casting would surely make those children’s motivation soar.

They would likely burn with academic fervor for a while.

It seemed that would be the case for everyone except that so-called hero.

“You lot! I understand you’re excited about seeing something amazing, but let’s move on! Next, Lord Eldmia should experience it too, right?”

“Just Eldmia is fine, professor.”

Though I stepped onto the dueling ground with light steps, the students were still unable to break away from the magic Lagnis had shown.

At least those who weren’t magicians shifted their attention to me, but even then, a considerable number of the boys couldn’t take their eyes off Lagnis.

Hmph.

I don’t want the attention of these boys either!

“Then who should be Eldmia’s opponent…”

“It’s obviously decided, teacher.”

Seeing how the hero could ruin such an excited atmosphere with just one insignificant remark, he truly was a hero.

It was quite an interesting sight to see the surroundings get suddenly enveloped in silence.

It was as if there was an atmosphere of ‘Oh right, that one’s here.’

Gidley looked at me, barely hiding his awkward expression, but what his eyes conveyed was clear.

What on earth did this guy do to make even the professor react like this?

“You’re right. We came all the way from Itisiel to the Empire, what meaning would there be if we didn’t cross swords with the hero?”

Though I felt sorry for Gidley, who frowned while pretending to scratch his head as he couldn’t quite face-palm, I already couldn’t see any of the other students except for the hero.

It was a big match between reincarnators, wasn’t it?

I was trembling with excitement.

“Right. That’s how you should respond.”

The hero, who unfailingly showed his teeth in a smile, strode onto the dueling ground and began to form a weapon very skillfully.

It… was too big to be called a sword.

It was enormously large, thick, heavy, and crude.

It was literally a mace… no, shit, this bastard?

“That’s quite a large sword. Can you even swing it properly?”

“Of course. Do you take the hero for a dick?”

“You do look like you have one attached.”

“Huh. You’re a uniquely funny bastard.”

He swung the two-handed sword as big as his body with one hand, making a whooshing sound, and he didn’t seem to have any discomfort.

Even for someone at the hero’s level, if he used aura, I should be able to feel his presence, but I couldn’t feel anything, which meant that was pure physical strength.

“To be able to do that without even using aura. It’s unbelievable.”

“Don’t you think I might have reduced the weight since it’s an illusion?”

“It doesn’t seem like something that would suit your pride, hero.”

“Kid. Despite meeting me for the first time, you seem to know me better than these guys here.”

If you were going to do something that would damage your pride, you would have just drawn a normal sword.

Would you have suddenly pulled out a sword you’d use for slaying dragons?

Unfortunately, unlike the hero, I didn’t immediately succeed in manifesting the sword I was going to use.

“Hey. Don’t think too complicated, just imagine the sword you usually use. If you do it moderately, the rest will be adjusted by your tactile sense. There’s no point in thinking about weapon strength or material, you’re not a blacksmith.”

The hero threw out advice as he couldn’t bear to watch.

But that advice had a part that really resonated, and as soon as I heard it, I was able to pull out a proper longsword.

“Indeed. It was very helpful advice.”

“Hmm… right.”

The hero took his position while responding indifferently, but he didn’t take a particular stance.

Well, like Yekaterina, if you can swing a huge weapon like a longsword, it seems you don’t need a stance or anything.

After swinging the longsword in my hand a few times, I felt the same balance as the longsword I received from the dwarf blacksmith, to the point where I couldn’t feel any sense of discomfort.

I wonder if this was actually receiving information from outside the dueling ground? It’s really amazing how identical it was.

“Come. I’ll give you the first move.”

The hero was incredibly arrogant, resting the sword on his shoulder and beckoning with his left hand, but I had no intention of refusing his offer, so I answered with a smile.

“Then I’ll take you up on that.”

Let’s go all out, shall we?

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There was no aura I could feel from this guy, so his level was obviously predictable.

He was just an extra who, as often seen in novels, sucks up to his master and then gets beaten by the protagonist and eliminated.

He’s unusually tall for someone from this world, and his body is obviously well-trained, so he’s probably overconfident in his skills, but that’s all it was.

He may have been tall and built like a mountain, but he was still only 15 years old.

Even if getting stronger in this world is different from the previous life, in the end, even so-called geniuses were at a useless level.

Honestly, I was careless thinking that way.

I barely deflected the thrust that came straight at me without even feeling any aura, and the offensive continued for a while after that.

The guy who narrowly escaped the range of my full-power horizontal slash took a stance similar to the high guard I’d seen in Western swordsmanship videos on YouTube, and charged in again.

Even though I expected him to come, his speed was beyond what my eyes could react to.

By the time I hurriedly swung the Dragon Slayer, he had already closed in more than halfway, ducking his body to hide under the massive blade.

This bastard.

He understood the weakness of the sword as soon as he saw it and was charging in without fear!

“You move like a rat!”

I was able to bend the path of the sword downward while pulling my body back, purely because I was the hero.

It wasn’t an easy feat even for a human enhanced with aura, and of course, it should have been an unexpected sudden attack that was even more impossible to anticipate.

-Kwaaang!

But the sword only struck the ground.

Somehow, with that bulky build, he had completely slipped to my right side and was now using the sword as a foothold to lunge at my head.

Really, there’s no end to this spirit’s nagging over a mere duel that’s not even a real battle!

Ignoring the spirit’s lack of understanding, I tried to throw him into the air along with the great sword, but somehow he sensed it and ghosted down, starting to move to get behind me.

“My, you’re quite good at slipping away!”

But I couldn’t let him go that far.

I quickly regained my posture while swinging the great sword and faced him, and he tilted his head with a rather puzzled expression before opening his mouth.

“It’s because your swordsmanship lacks fundamentals, hero. You’re wasting your excellent physical abilities.”

Despite moving at incredible speed, he wasn’t even tired, let alone out of breath.

Just those movements alone were enough to sweep away all the so-called elites at the academy, and that was only a part of his full power?

“Did you just say the hero lacks fundamentals, you brat?”

“No. I said your swordsmanship lacks fundamentals. The rest of your abilities are sickening. To think you’d consider lifting and swinging a person along with that huge sword.”

I didn’t know how, but he was quick-witted and even quicker in movement.

Was he really 15 years old?

With that border clash and all, is some kind of anomaly happening in the kingdom as they clash with demons?

“Hero, you’re missing one thing.”

“The only thing I’m missing right now is catching you.”

“That’s… Ahem. Not that. You think you don’t need swordsmanship or anything else because you’re overwhelmingly strong, right?”

Did that guy just try to say “that’s crap”?

It doesn’t seem like I’m going to lose.

After all, I haven’t even used my aura yet.

But for an ordinary person to match a hero’s physical abilities even with aura?

If it was that easy, I wouldn’t be treated specially for being a hero.

He was different somehow.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s why you’re going to lose to me today, hero.”

He took his stance again, speaking as if it was already a decided matter.

Still, I couldn’t feel any aura.

He was a really unpredictable bastard.

“Ha! Alright. So you’re saying you’ll use some aura now?”

To shatter that confidence that he was clearly superior to me, I also raised my aura.

“Seeing you get cocky just because you moved a bit, it seems you need to be taught a lesson too.”

This young brat has no respect at all.

“Feel it in your bones. This is why I’m the hero.”

And with the help of the spirit, I raised the wind and chanted to activate magic.

I could feel the magic that had been shortened repeatedly until it could be completed with just words, growing above my head as it consumed mana.

What was being fired was just a simple magic missile, but if hit repeatedly like a Gatling gun, it would make one’s head spin.

“You’re using spirit magic too? Somehow it seems everyone but me fights well with spirit magic.”

But as if he had no interest in such mana, he slightly relaxed his posture and made a suddenly dejected expression, then grumbled with a sigh.

Does he have spirit affinity too?

“Well, that can’t be helped, so let’s deal with the magic first.”

While curiosity about who he really was rose again, he suddenly slashed at the empty air for no reason.

Simultaneously, a sudden explosion occurred above my head.

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