Regressor of Yandere Academy – Chapter 19

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“Five extra sets of deadlifts for being late!”

“Aaaaagh!”

Egenir screamed in response, hoisting the 80-kilogram barbell onto his shoulders.

‘Astonishing! Such rapid growth!’

Egenir’s physical strength was increasing at an alarming rate, despite his stagnant swordsmanship level.

Just a week ago, he’d been gasping for breath after a single lap. How could he now deadlift a weight far exceeding his own?

It was the result of his accumulated memories.

The ingrained muscle memory from his desperate struggles to survive, honed by countless hours of practicing Dragon Swordsmanship, combined with the potent effects of Spenny’s recovery potions, was creating a synergistic effect, accelerating his physical growth.

Natural healing didn’t fully tear muscle fibers. They mostly reconnected.

Spenny’s potions, however, provided rapid recovery, prompting his body to generate new muscle fibers instead of simply repairing the old ones, resulting in ten, even twenty times the normal growth rate.

“Something’s…”

Horfin noticed something peculiar about Egenir.

“You’re burning up! What’s going on?!”

The thought made Egenir’s blood boil. The Salamander trait, acquired from Cecilia, made him feel like he was constantly on fire.

‘I want to kill her!’

The source of fire, rage.

The burning sensation coursing through his veins fueled him, amplifying the muscle tears from the deadlifts. Pain turned into anger, driving him to push his limits even further.

“That’s it! That burning passion! That’s your strength!”

Horfin praised him, impressed.

[Horfin’s affinity increased by 3.]

“But…”

Horfin noticed Ella standing silently beside them.

“Who’s this?”

Ella had been intently observing Egenir’s training.

[Ella’s affinity increased by 5.]

Even Ella, a natural swordsman, couldn’t help but be impressed by his efforts.

“An…observer!”

Egenir, late for Horfin’s class, hadn’t had time to shake Ella off. She’d followed him to the training grounds without permission.

He gave a cursory answer, then added,

“She wants to train with you, Teacher Horfin! Ugh!”

He dropped the barbell with a thud, gasping for breath.

Horfin looked at Ella, then asked,

“Do you really want to train?”

“Yes.”

Horfin recalled their previous duel.

‘Hmm.’

Ella’s orthodox swordsmanship, predictable and precise. And Egenir’s wild, unpredictable style. Horfin, personally, preferred Egenir’s approach, but Ella’s style reminded him of his younger self. He couldn’t deny her talent.

“I don’t take on other students.”

He wouldn’t offer false hope. He didn’t think Ella needed his guidance, given her potential.

‘As expected.’

Egenir was relieved.

How dare she try to steal his training opportunity? If Ella became Horfin’s second disciple, his own affinity gains would suffer.

Horfin’s affinity was currently at 38. Just 12 more points, and he’d acquire Iron Heart. He couldn’t let Ella interfere.

“I’ve mastered Dragon Swordsmanship.”

“Huh?”

Horfin, about to refuse again, turned to look at her.

“A…first-year?”

“Yes.”

Ella glanced at Egenir.

“He inspired me.”

In other words, she needed Egenir to fuel her motivation.

‘This…’

Horfin considered the rivalry between them.

‘Orthodox versus unorthodox…’

He wasn’t just thinking about his own preferences, but the potential for a compelling story, a tale of two rivals pushing each other to greatness.

‘It’ll work!’

Ella, with her solid foundation, would be spurred by the rivalry and grow rapidly. And Egenir, with his unorthodox style, would benefit from the added discipline.

‘Egenir seems to have a strong rivalry with Ella.’

Horfin had noticed Egenir’s subtle hostility.

‘This…’

He could use this.

A sly smile spread across his face.

“Very well. Welcome aboard.”

“Thank you.”

And so, his training became a shared ordeal with the future elite, Ella.

“Fundamentals aren’t everything. Remember, every swing of the sword can inflict a serious wound, either on your opponent, or yourself.”

“Yes!”

“Fundamentals only reduce the risk! You saw what happened when they’re ignored! What happened to you?”

“I lost to Egenir.”

“Exactly! It wasn’t just because of Dragon Swordsmanship! Even with perfect technique, even with mastery of the fundamentals, people freeze when faced with a blade!”

Horfin lectured Egenir, who was struggling with the barbell.

“Now! Sparring!”

He barked suddenly, calling Egenir over.

“Ugh!”

Egenir approached, groaning.

“Pick up a wooden sword!”

Horfin, who had focused solely on physical conditioning, finally introduced sword training. Egenir was caught off guard.

“You’ve learned enough from me!”

‘Learned what?’

He’d been focused on raising Horfin’s affinity, not learning swordsmanship. His swordsmanship level was still 4, and his Dragon Swordsmanship was barely level 1.

He had Brawling level 1, but Ella’s swordsmanship level was 8. And…

She’d pushed herself so hard that her Dragon Swordsmanship had reached level 4.

He couldn’t beat her, not in his current state. And after deadlifts, bench presses, and bicep curls, his muscles were screaming.

“Your strength should be comparable now!”

‘What the…?’

He could barely lift his arms. The only thing fueling his aggression now was…

[Salamander.]

The burning energy coursed through him, fatigue replaced by a surge of power fueled by his animosity towards Ella.

‘Now I understand the power of traits.’

Superhuman strength, beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans. He raised his wooden sword, a glimmer of hope flickering in his mind, and faced Ella.

“Begin!”

Horfin watched, a confident grin on his face.

The duel ended in an instant.

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“This way?”

Egenir, practically draped over Ella, shuffled along.

“Ugh…”

The bruises on his neck and shoulders still ached. She was taking him back to the low-ranking dormitory.

“If I’d been at full strength, I would have won…”

“I know.”

Egenir had been no match for Ella’s overwhelming Dragon Swordsmanship. He’d been lucky to even block a few of her attacks with his trembling arms.

‘His first attack…’

Ella recalled Egenir’s initial strike, a desperate, all-out assault.

‘It was heavy.’

A powerful blow she’d barely managed to block, unleashing the full force of her Dragon Swordsmanship.

It was still incomplete, but Egenir, in his weakened state, wouldn’t have been able to withstand her attack, even if it had been less refined.

Even Horfin had been impressed by her progress, surprised by her rapid mastery of Dragon Swordsmanship.

‘That damn cheat…’

While he’d been running laps, she’d been mastering a high-level swordsmanship technique.

A dragon-slaying technique used to beat the crap out of him.

He’d almost been blown away by the force of her attacks, but he’d fought back, until a final blow to his neck knocked him unconscious.

[…If he’d been in better shape, it might have been a different story.]

Horfin hadn’t expected Ella to improve so quickly. He’d assumed Egenir would win easily.

Ella’s technique might have been rough, but she’d grasped the essence of Dragon Swordsmanship, while Egenir had simply been overwhelmed.

“Go now.”

Even for the low-ranking dormitories, this was the men’s dormitory.

Women weren’t allowed.

Ella hesitated, then addressed Egenir.

“Why do you look at me with such hostility?”

Egenir stopped.

“Why?”

He wanted to tell her everything, about the previous regressions, her betrayal…but it was all in the past. She wouldn’t understand.

“You think you’re so special?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Just go. I don’t talk to people who think they’re too good for everyone else.”

“…”

Ella was confused. Egenir stumbled towards the dormitory.

“Where the hell is Shelton?”

His room was dark.

At least he wouldn’t be dragged back by Horfin tonight. He washed up and climbed into his bunk.

“Ugh…My body…”

He ached all over. And he’d been defeated by Ella, the girl he despised. Humiliation and muscle pain mingled, a symphony of agony.

‘I won’t lose again, damn it.’

He closed his eyes, determined to get stronger…

“What the…?”

He felt a lump under the covers beside him.

“Shelton?”

It was too small. Much smaller than Shelton’s bulky frame.

“Hee hee.”

A familiar giggle.

Fiery red hair.

“…What the fuck?”

Cecilia.

She grinned, pulling him closer.

[T/N: What the fuck?]

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