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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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After the dramatic conclusion of their negotiation, the two had another clandestine meeting. They agreed to meet in the simulation on Sunday, the day with the most guaranteed free time.
Thus, the first Sunday after their agreement arrived.
They went to the simulation room, put on the devices, and logged into virtual reality. Of course, they chose seats far apart to maintain the pretense of being unrelated.
The more Alisa used the physical enhancements, the more she felt addicted to their alluring power. It was like the thrill of driving a high-performance sports car on an open road. The exhilarating feeling of surpassing human limitations was no different from the sex that others craved.
They created a private room and logged in. Seeing him approach with a lewd grin, Alisa felt a surge of disgust. …But she was the student here, so she had to suppress her rising irritation.
“Just so you know, I’m a pretty relentless instructor. …You okay with that?”
“Do what you want.”
Hmph—. Alisa scoffed inwardly.
Just extract what I need. I don’t care what this guy does.
“So…, you said you wanted to learn combat techniques? What specifically?”
“I want to improve my skills. I feel like I’m still lacking.”
“Skills?”
Karl scoffed at the word “skills.”
“You seem to have been swinging a sword for a while. Your skill level is already set. Your talent is too average; you’ve reached your limit. There’s no room for further improvement.”
“This bastard…!“
“How can he be so infuriating—?“
Alisa felt the urge to stab him in the mouth.
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Forget about improving your skills. Focus on improving your improvisation. That increases with experience. Improvisation can compensate for a lack of skill.”
He could have added that upgrading to higher-grade physical enhancements would also improve her abilities, but knowing her financial situation, she couldn’t afford even the low-grade ones, so he didn’t bother mentioning it.
“Okay, then how do I improve my improvisation?”
“You just fight a lot, and it’ll come naturally. Of course, you need to have a functioning brain. There are some idiots who can’t even manage that.”
Karl grinned mischievously.
“But I doubt you’re that much of an idiot….”
Alisa was itching to get back at him for his constant insults.
Without a word, she assumed a fighting stance. He chuckled and gripped his vibroblade.
And then they clashed. She swung her sword with desperation. He could sense how desperately she wanted to be a knight.
Once the fight began in earnest, the playful atmosphere vanished. She barely parried his ferocious attacks, waiting and waiting for an opening.
Of course, Karl, leagues above Alisa in skill, saw right through her.
Sorry, but I don’t make mistakes.
His fighting style deviated from conventional swordsmanship. He utilized his fists, feet, and even the surrounding terrain. To some, it might have seemed crude, but when taken to the extreme, it was incredibly difficult to counter. Swordsmanship had clear limitations in its range of motion, but using everything expanded his options for the next attack.
I hope this stubborn girl realizes that.
He struck her with his sword, punched her, and kicked her. His unorthodox attacks drove her crazy. She could have lasted much longer if it were just swords clashing, but the unexpected punches and kicks threw her off balance. Once her rhythm was disrupted, she was relentlessly pummeled and killed.
After being revived three times, she finally exploded, unable to contain her frustration.
“Hey, teach me properly! Why are you just beating me up—!”
“This is the perfect teaching method for you, you bitch. If you don’t know your place, just do as you’re told. It’s always the incompetent ones who are the loudest.”
“Fuck, fuck…!“
As an aspiring knight, she considered cursing unrefined and usually refrained from it, but with this guy, it was incredibly difficult to hold back.
“You, bastard—!”
Then she received a fist squarely in the face. Ouch—. With a bloody nose, she wildly swung her sword in a fit of rage.
But Karl deftly parried her attacks and continued his lesson, stabbing her limbs with his sword and kicking her.
Gasping for breath, she collapsed, cursing, “Bastard—,” before being killed by his sword piercing her head.
And then she revived.
“Getting it now?”
“Shut uuuuup—!”
Alisa, now completely enraged, struggled desperately to land a blow on Karl. He couldn’t help but laugh, watching her rage futilely against the impossible. She lacked talent, but thankfully, she had grit, making her somewhat enjoyable to teach.
…Actually, it was less teaching and more tormenting.
But ultimately, it was a win-win situation, beneficial for both of them.
“Stop acting like an idiot and use your brain. Are you going to keep dying the same way? Huh? Damn it, if you don’t have talent, at least have some sense.”
“Bastard—!!”
However, expecting too much from her on the first day seemed to be wishful thinking. What else could he do but keep pounding her until she learned?
Thus, Alisa spent the entire morning being beaten and killed seventeen times.
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“Ah—, I want to suck a dick.”
The female cadet sitting across from Alisa suddenly blurted this out mid-meal. Her dreamy gaze was fixed on Karl in the distance.
“If Karl told me to suck his dick, I could suck it all day long. I could even suck his asshole. I’d do anything he told me to….”
The buzz-cut female cadet sitting next to her let out a vulgar giggle.
“You think that hottie would mess with an ugly face like yours? He’s got pretty girls lining up for him.”
“Damn it, can’t a girl dream? What a bitch.”
Another cadet, noticing their squad leader silently eating, grinned and asked in a low voice,
“Don’t you have any guys you’re interested in, Squad Leader? Someone like you could easily snag a guy.”
“Come on, cut it out. Our exemplary squad leader has absolutely no interest in dicks.”
“Squad Leader, are you a virgin?”
“No way, she’s a virgin? Pretty face, big boobs, good family…. She’s probably had a truckload of dicks.”
Everyone seemed to agree that the squad leader being a virgin was absurd. …Unfortunately, however, the squad leader’s vagina was an untouched, unexplored territory, never having even been touched by a man’s hand. The supposedly absurd virgin theory was, in fact, true.
Of course, Alisa didn’t feel the need to reveal her personal secrets, so she responded with her usual smile. She didn’t particularly enjoy forcing a smile, but she had to maintain at least a minimum level of social interaction.
“Is his dick this big? Or this big? I heard it’s huge. I really want to see it.”
The female cadet made a dick shape with her hand, using her other hand to measure. Everyone burst into laughter.
“Damn, that would tear a pussy apart.”
“It’s a hole that babies come out of, so it’ll stretch if you shove it in.”
“Well, your pussy is so loose, you could probably fit a fist in there without a problem, right?”
“Bitch, shut up.”
“Teeheeheehee.”
The buzz-cut girl made a silly face and continued to tease her peer.
While her squadmates were making a racket, Alisa’s mind was still replaying the morning’s brutal combat.
She knew there was a significant gap between them, having experienced it firsthand, but she hadn’t realized it was this insurmountable. …That bastard was despicable and infuriating, but he was undeniably a genius.
Still, after dying and reviving nearly twenty times and being beaten senseless, she felt like she was starting to understand something. She replayed the fight scenes in her head, constantly running simulations, wondering if she could have blocked or countered differently.
…It seems to be helping….
It was certainly different from the rigid swordsmanship drills. Those felt like practice, but this was like real combat. No, it wasn’t like real combat, it was real combat. She had died so many times.
She felt that if she continued to train like this, her combat skills would definitely improve. If only that bastard were a little kinder and gentler… but given his personality, that was probably too much to ask.
“Bastard…. I’ll get you back someday. I will. Definitely.“
It had become her fervent wish to get back at him before their training ended.
She firmly believed that with enough effort, she would eventually succeed.
Self-belief—.
In that one aspect, Alisa rivaled even geniuses.
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