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"It's not something to cover up. But you guys need to handle it yourselves. Don't use the Academy's exam system."
"It's a chance to give the freshmen a lesson anyway."
"It's also an evaluation."
"We can give evaluations anytime. Whether it's a one-on-one duel or a many-on-one duel, we can still evaluate them. It's better than a bunch of seniors chasing after a freshman and beating them up because their friend got hit. More than anything, Liber doesn't want that. But we can't just let this slide. For the sake of the Academy's discipline."
The sly fox brings up the Academy's discipline.
He's not exactly wrong.
A freshman daring to collectively beat up sophomores is unprecedented in the Academy's history.
"So. Let's say I talk to the Head of the Swordsmanship Department, who's in charge of this year's freshmen, and we do as you say. What exactly are you going to do?"
"We need to show them. How pathetic freshmen are. We need to make them realize they should pour everything into their classes and personal training before they even think about defying their seniors. That way, they'll grow more too."
"You're making it sound like it's all for them? When that's not your real intention."
"I think the result is more important than my feelings."
In fact.
Stella Cloud was quite angry after hearing about the incident as well.
'They've only been here for a short time and they're already doing this. Someone needs to teach them a lesson. And if it's Davian...'
He's worth trusting.
"I'll talk to the Head of the Swordsmanship Department first."
"Thank you, Professor Stella."
"Don't be too harsh."
"I'm going to be harsh."
"What?"
"But safely."
"Harsh but safe?"
"What? You want me to help with the midterm exam?"
"Yes, Teacher. I mean, Professor."
Medium Frill, now a full-time professor of Healing Magic, tilted her head.
"Third-years don't have midterm exams, do they?"
"Ah, it's for the first-year midterm."
"Why? Do you have a younger sibling in the first year or something?"
Not yet, but there will be several younger siblings soon.
"You know that exam. The first-year, first-semester Swordsmanship Department midterm. Remember?"
"Ah! That exam where you guys got beat up by the third-year seniors two years ago?"
"Yes."
"But why are you asking me for help with that exam?"
"Because I'm going to beat the kids up a bit."
"Beat the kids up?"
"Yes."
Davian explained Liber's situation and his plan to Medium Frill.
"Seeing you come to me for help, you're serious about this, aren't you?"
"You have to do education properly when you do it."
"What's this, Davian? You're starting to sound like a real senior? Fine. I'll help you."
A few days later.
The practical evaluation test site for the first-year, first-semester Swordsmanship Department midterm exam.
"There are the third-year seniors!"
"Oh, who's that professor? Do the third-years get taught by such a beautiful professor? I'm jealous."
"Who's that next to her?"
"Judging by the white clothes, it looks like a nurse?"
"Our first-year nurse isn't here and the third-year nurse is watching us?"
"Who cares. She's so pretty."
"I can't help it. I need to get hurt today."
"Me too. I really want to get healed by that nurse."
While the freshmen were having thoughtless conversations.
The third-year Swordsmanship Department seniors sat lined up on the opposite side of the training ground.
While the first-years were just standing in the scorching sun, the third-year seats had chairs and shade made with makeshift tents.
The same situation as when Davian was a first-year two years ago.
"Hey, aren't the seniors and us being treated too differently?"
Werner Dyke asked.
"Conrad. Which one is Davian?"
"Um... the one in the middle with the red hair on the right."
"Between the redhead and the big guy?"
"Yeah, that's right. The ones on either side are probably Bonita Fortis and Nubes Arbo."
"One looks like they'll break if you poke them and the other is so muscular they can barely move. What are you doing hanging out with friends like that?"
"I don't know much about the big guy, but they say there's no one who can beat the redhead Bonita in swordsmanship."
Werner Dyke glared at Conrad.
"Do you really think so?"
"Huh? No, I'm just. I'm just passing on what I heard."
The evaluation method was the same as in previous years.
They were divided into groups A, B, and C according to their skill, and then they would duel with the third-year seniors.
The students in Group C were called up one by one and went up to the training ground.
Thwack! Thwack!
The seniors' wooden swords began to beat up the freshmen.
"S, stop! I surrender!"
"Already?"
Before long, the evaluation of Group C was over.
Leo Martian, the Head of the Swordsmanship Department in charge of the first-year Swordsmanship Department, went up to the training ground.
"The theme of this test is to last 30 minutes in a duel with a senior, but not one of you lasted 10 minutes."
Humiliation.
A moment of great humiliation.
Even though the opponents were third-year seniors, and they were fighting seniors classified in the same Group C.
Not a single student had managed to touch the senior's body with their sword.
They had all been unilaterally beaten up, and then either broke something or shouted surrender.
"Next is Group B."
The names of the students in Group B were called out one by one.
In Group B, students began to last quite a while.
"Next, Marius."
A freshman who looked quite sturdy went up to the training ground.
This time, Professor Stella, who was in charge of the third-years, pointed out a student to go out for the duel.
"Nubes. Go out."
A senior with an enormous build stood up and went up to the training ground.
The freshman Marius was not short either, but standing in front of the muscular senior, he looked like a kindergarten student.
"W, well, please take care of me... Senior."
From the moment Nubes went up to the training ground, Marius lost his will to fight.
There were only two years between them, but how could he have that much muscle?
It was common sense to gradually build up external strength after sufficiently training internal strength first.
Therefore, the entire freshman class had to pray that they would not meet Nubes.
If he was already building up his body to that extent, his swordsmanship skills and internal strength were a matter of course.
And if you were hit by a wooden sword swung by those muscles, there would definitely be no bones left.
'Why is this senior in Group B? It doesn't make sense.'
Still, you can't run away before you even start.
Marius was also a person who had started walking the path of a swordsman.
Swish.
Marius took a stance.
Following that, Nubes also took a stance with his sword.
'What?'
Apart from the awkward stance.
His whole body was full of gaps.
'Is he deliberately trying to mock me...?'
There was no way a senior with that kind of body would show openings so easily.
Just looking at his body, it wouldn't be strange if he was already serving as a guard officer somewhere.
"Aren't you going to come in? Then I'll go first."
The giant senior uttered scary words.
Marius felt his shoulders shrink involuntarily.
He tensed his thighs and prepared for the senior's attack.
Whoosh.
As expected, a sword with tremendous momentum was swung in.
But.
'I can deflect this?'
Marius raised his wooden sword diagonally and deflected Nubes's heavy wooden sword.
Whoosh!
This time, the senior's sword was swung in even more fiercely.
The muscles on the arm swinging the sword were twitching and the sinews were popping out vividly.
But.
Strangely, it didn't feel like he would get hit by that sword.
This time, he did a back flip and avoided the senior's sword.
"You're not bad."
Marius tilted his head and looked at Nubes.
'What is it? That senior. The sword looks heavy, but the attack routes are ridiculously weak.'
After receiving a few more attacks.
The two words "hope" began to bloom in Marius's head.
'He's not deliberately showing me mercy to mock me! That's that senior's skill!'
Somehow.
It was strange that he was staying in Group B with that kind of body.
The giant third-year senior in front of Marius was...
'Just big muscles!'
Whoosh.
Another large radius attack came in.
Marius's eyes shone sharply.
He raised his wooden sword and brought it to the senior's sword, then used the reaction to rotate the wooden sword in the opposite direction.
The wooden sword, combined with Nubes's strength and Marius's speed, headed towards Nubes's side with terrifying momentum.
The giant senior doesn't even think about lowering his elbow to protect his waist.
'Slow...! At this rate, his ribs will be broken! It's my victory!'
Crack!
A breaking sound.
"Huh?"
What broke was not Nubes's ribs.
"The wooden sword... broke?"
"Junior, go and get another wooden sword."
"Yes?"
"Are you going to fight with a wooden sword that's cut in half?"
"Ah, no."
Marius hurriedly ran to replace the wooden sword with a new one.
A moment later.
Crack!
The wooden sword broke again.
'Wh, what...'
This time, he paid more attention to his wrist to prevent the wooden sword from breaking.
Like hitting a rock with a dry twig, the wooden sword broke weakly.
Nubes looked at Leo Martian, the Head of the Swordsmanship Department.
"I think it will be difficult with a wooden sword, how about giving this friend a real sword?"
Marius's pupils shook greatly.
To face a real sword with a wooden sword?
Crazy.
There was no way the Head of the Swordsmanship Department would allow that.
"Do that."
What?
"Marius, take the real sword."
Gritting.
Marius gritted his teeth.
Even if it was a duel with a senior.
This was too disrespectful to him.
I know your body is strong, but does that mean I have to take a real sword?
'Okay, I'll do that. You'll regret those words when I come down covered in blood.'
Marius jumped down from the training ground and drew his sword.
It was a sword specially made by the most famous blacksmith in the Western Mining Zone, commissioned a year ago.
Grandfather's entrance gift to Elton Academy.
'I never thought the first blood shed on this sword would be a senior's.'
Marius's eyes changed when he held the real sword.
He had already completely grasped the opponent's clumsy movements.
He was even holding a wooden sword.
'I'll cut the wooden sword right away and butcher your whole body.'
Whoosh.
Nubes's wooden sword was swung in greatly.
Another similar pattern.
'Is that all you can do.'
Marius set the edge of the real sword to meet Nubes's wooden sword.
The moment they collide, Nubes's wooden sword will be cut in half.
After the wooden sword is cut, the next is your arm.
'Huh?'
Nubes moves the wooden sword he was swinging to his other hand and swings his right arm.
That's where Marius's real sword is going.
'Ah, no!'
I was planning to make some scratches here and there.
I didn't plan to cut off his arm.
At this rate...
Clang!
'Huh?'
At the same time as feeling a tingling shock in his wrist.
Marius's body floated in the air.
Thud, thud.
After flying back for a long time, he fell onto the training ground.
Ring... Ring...
The wrist that held the sword was still ringing.
'Wh, what is this.'
Clearly the real sword and the senior's arm collided.
Instead of having his arm cut off, he was blown backwards.
It was a stroke of luck that he didn't drop his sword.
Marius hurriedly got up and looked at Nubes.
"Huh?"
There wasn't even a small scratch on the monster-like senior's arm.
"Monster... He's a monster."
Thump, thump.
Nubes strode closer.
"Now it's getting interesting, Junior. You have a pretty sturdy sword."
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