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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Sherden, sword drawn, was furious. Egenir, flipping him off, taunted him relentlessly.
“Damn, another newbie trying to act tough.”
“Newbie? An adult should teach by example, not by attacking with a live blade. What a joke.”
They bickered.
“If he’s a newbie, you should be nurturing him, not attacking him with a real sword. That’s not newbie behavior.”
“You’re calling me a newbie? How many people have you killed to become such a skilled swordsman at your age?”
Egenir winced.
He’d defeated the Demon King’s clone and countless other monsters. He couldn’t exactly claim to be inexperienced.
“Are you a demon in disguise? Wearing human skin?”
“Fuck off. I’m not fighting you. Just leave me alone.”
“Ha, you little…”
They sat on a bench, exchanging insults like old friends.
“Broken Sword? Broken Sword? You haven’t even held a proper sword, and you’re talking about breaking them? Hilarious.”
“Coming from a guy who only knows Dragon Swordsmanship. Righteous Sword? You’ll get crushed by a real veteran and claim they ‘fight dirty’ to save face.”
“I only know Dragon Swordsmanship? You don’t even know how to hold a sword properly! And you think Dragon Swordsmanship is easy to learn?”
“Yes, it was easy for me, a worthless nobody. Annoying, isn’t it? A Dragon Swordsmanship fanatic praising Dragon Swordsmanship.”
“Ugh! I thought I smelled something rotten. The stench of a Magic Swordsman. Disgusting.”
“The smell of an old geezer is worse. The musty odor of ancient relics, clinging to the ‘old ways are the best’ mentality. Worse than ginkgo berries.”
“Magic Sword trash.”
“Old fart Dragon Sword trash.”
They drew their swords again.
“Hey, Number 5!”
“Ugh!”
Even the five now responded with “Ugh!”. They immediately stopped their sparring and stood at attention.
He’d never even asked their names, just assigned them numbers. He felt a twinge of guilt, then dismissed it.
“You call yourselves instructors? Why are your swords so light? Need another lesson from me?”
“Ugh!”
“The Great Weight Style is supposed to be heavy! Why are your swords so light?”
“W-Well…we’ve been sparring…”
“Tired after a few matches? Ah, I taught you that, didn’t I? My bad.”
“No, sir!”
“Fix your stances and teach them properly. I’m not going to repeat myself.”
“Ugh!”
The five resumed their training, their swords feeling heavier.
“Do you even know the Great Weight Style?” Sherden asked.
“I learned it by…getting beaten up.”
Sherden’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you really a demon? Or some old geezer trapped in a young body by magic?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“It doesn’t make sense. How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
“Seventeen, and you’ve mastered Dragon Swordsmanship, fire magic, and this…Broken Sword nonsense? Doesn’t that make you suspicious?”
“It works for me.”
“That’s not how it works. The Great Weight Style those brats are using is difficult even for experienced swordsmen. And you defeated all five of them?”
“That wasn’t the Great Weight Style. They were too weak, their stances flimsy.”
“That’s what’s strange.”
“They’ll get slaughtered. They’ll barely survive, then get killed by demons.”
“…”
The demon war was still ongoing. The academy trained students to fight in the war.
Sherden, the head of the Gainz family, had received reports of suspicious demon activity. He looked at Egenir intently.
“What do you think the demons are planning?”
“The usual. War, pillaging, conquest. They’ll reach this place eventually.”
“This place?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t trust the Seven Star Knights to protect this region?”
Egenir knew the future.
“The Seven Star Knights? Ah, the ones who’ll choose the Royal Family over the academy?”
“They’re responsible for the kingdom, but the academy, a gathering of talented individuals…”
“The demons will attack. If you had to choose between the Gainz family and the academy, which would you protect?”
Sherden hesitated.
“Well, with Ella here, you’d have a difficult choice. But will they care? Their families aren’t here. And I’m not saying that’s wrong.”
Egenir, having experienced countless betrayals, knew it was pointless to hold grudges. He looked at the students training.
“They need to understand that their only protection is their own strength and their swords.”
Sherden couldn’t disagree. In fact, he agreed.
“Did you come from a demon-infested region?”
“No, a rural backwater.”
“Then why do you act like you’ve seen it all? You’re only seventeen.”
“I have. That’s why I’m doing this.”
“What have you seen, kid?”
“You’ll see. And you’ll thank me later.”
“Thank you for what?”
He stood up and looked at Ella, who was practicing in a corner of the training grounds, trying to combine Dragon Swordsmanship and Wind Swordsmanship.
“For making sure your daughter survives.”
“…You bastard! You were targeting Ella!”
“How does that even connect?! You crazy old man!”
Sherden drew his sword. Egenir responded in kind.
“This sneaky bastard! Trying to get close to Ella with those cryptic words!”
“You’re insane! This is impossible!”
They clashed swords, their argument continuing.
‘This is what her father is like.’
Sherden’s attack, a demonstration of his paternal protectiveness, generated a powerful gust of wind.
‘That bastard, using his full power from the start!’
Egenir used all his strength, combining fire, wind, and Brawling, to block the attack. He kicked Sherden’s sword, disrupting his balance, then aimed a blow at his shoulder.
‘Fwoosh!’
Sherden, shifting his stance, unleashed a gust of wind that sent Egenir’s wooden sword flying.
“Don’t kick my sword, you thug!”
“All’s fair in love and war!”
Egenir lunged, thrusting his sword forward.
“Oh, so you’re saying anything goes?”
Sherden ducked, deflecting Egenir’s attack with a twist of his wrist.
“That’s cheating, you madman!”
“Anything goes, remember?”
Sherden unleashed an advanced Dragon Swordsmanship technique, using wind and his blade to deflect Egenir’s attacks.
Egenir could only grip his sword tighter, struggling to maintain his ground against the relentless onslaught.
“A newbie like you, using the Broken Sword? You can’t even generate wind without a proper stance!”
“You’re trying to show off against a kid?”
Egenir raised his left hand, deflecting Sherden’s attack.
“Can’t do it, can you? You can’t create a vortex without a proper stance.”
“I don’t need to! Dragon Swordsmanship is for…”
“If you lose to a ‘noob,’ you can’t say that!”
Did the students, the five, even realize they were watching a duel between Egenir and the head of the Gainz family?
Their childish bickering and insults made the scene almost comical.
‘Whoosh!’
Egenir’s sword burst into flames.
“I was holding back, but you’re making me get serious.”
“Bring it on, kid.”
They spat on their hands, gripping their swords tighter. Normal people didn’t exchange insults and death threats within minutes of meeting.
But their animosity had escalated, a strange bond forming through their shared aggression, a mutual understanding of their shared desire to win, no matter the cost.
“Fireball!”
“You little…!”
‘Boom!’
A fireball exploded against Sherden’s sword, momentarily obscuring their vision.
“Useless! I can see through your mana!”
Sherden, his words surprisingly mature, dispersed the smoke with a gust of wind.
“Nope!”
‘Clang!’
Their swords clashed again, a shower of sparks. Egenir, using the momentary cover of smoke, had closed the distance.
“You sneaky bastard!”
“I’m not sneaky! Winning is all that matters!”
Egenir’s voice, amplified by Salamander, echoed through the training grounds.
‘Boom!’
Their swords clashed again, the wind and fire colliding in a small explosion.
“Going to use magic again?”
“Nope. Something else.”
“Try it. What can a brat like you do?”
“I’m just going to…go in!”
‘Boom!’
They clashed again, their childish insults juxtaposed with their surprisingly formal speech.
“You talk like a real asshole!”
“You’re the asshole, old man!”
They unleashed their pent-up frustrations, their swords a blur.
“Ha…ha…You little…!”
Egenir, his stamina flagging, desperately circulated his mana.
“Tired? Reached your limit? Can’t even breathe?”
“Nope.”
‘Clang!’
Their swords remained locked, their struggle continuing. Egenir feigned a low blow, then aimed for Sherden’s jaw.
Sherden deflected the attack with a gust of wind. Egenir, using his Broken Sword technique, disrupted Sherden’s Dragon Swordsmanship.
“A scared little brat, interrupting my flow.”
“The one getting countered is the idiot.”
They gritted their teeth, their swords clashing again.
‘Almost time…’
‘Yes…’
They prepared their final attacks, their eyes gleaming with determination. He wouldn’t lose to a brat. He wouldn’t lose to this asshole. Their thoughts mirrored each other.
‘If I lose…’
‘If I lose…’
The same thought.
‘He’ll never let me live it down!’
A ridiculous game, where winning and losing both resulted in humiliation. But if they had to be humiliated, they’d rather be the victor.
“Kyaaa!”
“Kiyo!”
They unleashed their final attacks, their shouts echoing through the air.
“You little bastard!”
Egenir’s final curse.
The dust settled, revealing…
‘Whoosh!’
A golden aura surrounded Sherden. He was a high-level Sword Expert, capable of using Aura.
“A-Aura!”
“It’s Aura!”
The students gasped.
“I win!”
Egenir’s wooden sword, broken in half, lay on the ground beside him.
“That bastard, cheating…”
Sherden smiled smugly.
“The loser complains the most.”
Egenir had lost. Sherden was ready to unleash a torrent of insults.
“Ella, my dear! Did you see that? Daddy won!”
He was like a child again, his victory a source of immense pride, his competitive spirit reignited.
“That was…very unfair.”
Ella’s quiet comment made them all realize the absurdity of the situation.
A true game of idiots, where winning and losing were both equally pathetic.
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Lmaoo the way theyre both so similar is hilarious but the way the dad tries to show off tht he won by cheating is even more so 🤣