I Became the Must-Have Character of the Academy City

27 – Overwhelming Power -3-

“Next.”

“Uooo!!!”

The next turn after Noah Frozenheart was Gilbert.

Now that he had permission to use his personal weapon, Gilbert transformed the bracelet on his wrist into a shield.

What an absurd guy.

Today was the first time Rohan learned that this guy’s main weapon was a large shield.

During practical classes, he always swung a standard-issue blunt weapon, claiming it was just because he felt like it that day.

Thanks to that, Gilbert started off with a scolding from the instructor before even beginning.

Graaah!!! Shield Push!

Your spirited shout is good. But I wonder if there’s a need to shout the action itself, which isn’t even a skill trigger.

Defeat the Gorilla!!! Golden Spirit!!!

…?

Gilbert, cloaked in magic, charged at the instructor like a bull, but the result was no different.

Even when he combined the shield with his massive body and collided, the instructor didn’t budge an inch and continued his sharp critique.

After two minutes had passed.

Gilbert, having used his magic to the fullest, collapsed from exhaustion and twitched on the ground.

The ending was Rohan dragging him out.

Next.

Instructor, I’m next.

Next up was a character who had received a decent evaluation as an A-rank tank in Abyss City.

Pavel Harris, a male beastman from Tigrova.

Pavel Harris seemed to be inspired by Gilbert’s spirited shout and reckless actions.

Though Rohan had never raised him, he was a cadet who had received the community’s evaluation of good for use in a second party if you break through all transcendence.

For two minutes, Jooyeon received similar criticism to Gilbert.

A few more people passed by, and Dick Wikitree was caught in the middle of the line.

“The instructor won’t get hurt if you stab with a spear. Act more boldly and without hesitation.”

“Yes…”

“If hesitation seeps into your attack and you can’t show your true skills, the criticism is meaningless.”

Dick, who had received harsh words from Jooyeon, trudged back to his place with a spear in hand.

Ichinose Yui, who had finished meditating, stood up.

“I’ll do it.”

The girl stepped forward, gripping her beloved sword, Yoru (Night).

The cadets of Class 1, including Noah, watched the front with eyes full of interest.

Click. Click.

Ichinose took graceful steps and stood in front of Jooyeon.

Jooyeon repeated the same words he had said to the other cadets.

“Likewise, two minutes from the attack.”

“Yes.”

Clang! Ichinose grabbed the handle and lowered her stance.

The girl mobilized her developed senses. She struggled to find a valid path for her sword with her spread-out senses.

“….”

About ten seconds passed in silence.

Ichinose stood still as if time had stopped, without drawing her sword.

There is no path.

There are no gaps in the opponent. There are no attacks to dodge or deflect.

No path opens up to extend the sword.

A completely different feeling from my father.

How does one swing a sword at a strong opponent who just waits quietly like this?

I couldn’t even picture inflicting a wound, let alone cutting down the opponent.

Ichinose Yui. Unlike Noah, you think too much.

Ju-yeon smiled at Ichinose, who was trying to read his gaps.

Your talent is dazzling.

Indeed, she is a brilliant girl.

But that brilliance has become a poison.

Because her talent for reading is so full, she has sensed the unbreakable wall more clearly than anyone else.

Now that she has realized for certain that the act of drawing and swinging her sword cannot reach the goal.

Can a girl who pursues waste-free movements draw a meaningless sword?

That was important.

The instructor said he wouldn’t attack, so why are you hesitating?

.

In a sudden, offbeat moment, Ichinose drew her sword.

Piiing!!!

Ichinose’s blade stopped at Ju-yeon’s fingertip.

Despite being caught in the middle, deep sword marks remained on the gymnasium wall.

Smart.

Rohan just admired Ichinose as he watched.

The moment he attempted the first draw, he had his eyes open.

He severed his overly sensitive nerves on his own and turned his eyes away from the wall that was constricting his entire body.

If Joo-yeon had known Ichinose’s unique skill in detail, wouldn’t he have genuinely admired him?

The control of speed and magic power is truly outstanding. It easily surpasses the average of academy cadets.

Ichinose did not express gratitude for the instructor’s praise.

He spat out the blade and thrust the empty scabbard towards Joo-yeon’s neck.

Joo-yeon blocked the scabbard with a satisfied smile, lowering the blade he was holding.

Hup!

A martial art that appears to be for retrieving the sword with a petite physique.

Ichinose’s attack has a distinct system, unlike Noah Frozenheart’s.

At this level, I guess I can return it.

Ichinose, who succeeded in retrieving the blade through a desperate struggle, clicked the sword back into the scabbard.

Then, a unique posture.

He held the sword upright in front of him and closed his eyes, as if performing a ritual.

“Ho.”

Joo-yeon, who served as a grand general in Samhwaguk, knows what kind of sword that is.

Is it the Dream Phantom Slash Style ()?

The swordsmanship used by Ichinose Jun, the father of Ichinose Yui and the chairman of Cheonoecheon Corporation.

Juyeon wanted to praise Ichinose just for using that difficult swordsmanship.

The future looks promising.

A sword of the mental series, which is extremely difficult to deal with when faced as an opponent.

However.

The gap between Ichinose and Juyeon could not be bridged with an incomplete swordsmanship.

Swinging this way. Swinging that way.

No matter how much magical power is poured into the illusion.

Ichinose’s skill could not shake Juyeon’s solid mind.

Perhaps the pressure that nothing worked was too much.

A drop of sweat fell down the girl’s jawline.

You look frustrated. When using that type of sword, you must act calm. You must not show impatience on your face.

Ugh!

Ichinose, who had not made a sound, sighed for the first time.

Juyeon smiled contentedly at the immature fragment the girl held.

Don’t be too disappointed, as it was easier to deal with because the instructor knew that sword. You did well.

Ding ding ding!!!

At the same time as the praise, the alarm rang, indicating that two minutes had passed.

…Thank you for your effort.

Yes. Go in and rest.

As Ichinose returned with a regretful face, the next turn began.

Rohan still did not rise from his seat.

“Next.”

“Yes!”

“It’s been two minutes since the attack started.”

“Understood!”

Rohan watched the main character dealing with the next cadet.

‘Hmm.’

He observed carefully, as if his eyes would fall out.

But there were no results.

‘He’s a real monster.’

Rohan watched the main character until the very end.

However, no habits or gaps worth exploiting were visible.

“Next.”

A turn arrived without much gain.

Rohan stood up abruptly, holding his longsword.

“Is the last one Rohan?”

“Yes.”

“Two minutes from the attack.”

“Yes!”

Rohan answered loudly and drew his sword.

Srrrng!

A sharp sound.

Rohan doesn’t use a scabbard. The empty sheath is coolly thrown to the ground.

Hooo.

He takes a stance and exhales deeply.

With composure, he gently moves his mana as Juyeon taught him, enhancing his body.

Blazing Blade.

Rohan’s mana flows over the cold steel.

Tzzzzzz!

The sound of heat boiling over the blade.

The sword began to glow red and emit heat.

!

Juyeon’s eyes, watching Rohan’s preparation, widened.

An emotion clearly revealed. It seemed beyond mere surprise, closer to astonishment.

It was a look Rohan had never seen before, and he was also bewildered.

What? Is it because it’s the same attribute?

But there is a cadet who uses fire among those who use crossbows.

Blazing Blade itself is not a high-grade or unique skill that would surprise Juyeon.

Anyway, isn’t this an opportunity?

Rohan kicked the ground and thrust his sword.

Thud!

As if it were natural, it was caught.

Juyeon seemed unaffected by the heat Rohan had generated.

‘It won’t come out.’

Everyone must have felt this and been bewildered. The sword stuck between his fingers wouldn’t come out.

It felt like a giant beast was showing off its bite force, holding on.

Rohan immediately pulled out the standard-issue pistol he had hidden at his waist.

He pulled the trigger right in front of Juyeon’s face.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thick smell of gunpowder stung his nose.

Juyeon, who blocked all the bullets with his fingers, stared at Rohan with a mysterious expression.

Rohan, despite his doubts, did not stop moving.

He tried to stab Juyeon’s eyes and stomp on his shoe.

He also tried to grab Juyeon’s fingers, which were blocking the attacks, and twist them back, but they didn’t budge, as if they were made of steel.

Juyeon, who had been watching Rohan’s frantic struggle, finally spoke.

“…Practical.”

A voice hoarse as if just waking from a dream.

Juyeon shook off the sticky memories and began to focus on the lesson again.

“I’ll praise your versatility. But aside from the sword, your depth is shallow.”

Rohan used the concealed standard-issue weapons he had hidden on his body.

Twisting his entire body, he employed all the techniques he had learned in his previous life.

But he couldn’t reach Joo-yeon.

If you can’t imbue the projectile with magic, the gun won’t be a threat to the instructor. You know there’s no need to block it.

A predicted criticism.

Rohan’s gaze flicked to the clock.

‘Just before 2 minutes.’

Rohan had been pondering while waiting.

What would happen if he used the Weakness Imposition on Joo-yeon?

‘Definitely lacking in magic.’

Considering the magic consumed in proportion to his capabilities, the answer was simple.

Wouldn’t he fail due to insufficient magic?

But this was also just a prediction.

It wasn’t enough to just anticipate the result; he had to try it at least once.

What would happen if he used a skill on an opponent with such a significant gap?

‘Though I thought the contact itself would be a problem.’

Joo-yeon, taking on the role of accepting the cadet’s physical techniques, surprisingly allowed contact easily.

Could there be a more appropriate and safe situation to test the skill?

Rohan once again pretended to twist and grabbed Joo-yeon’s finger.

‘Weakness Imposition.’

He let the magic flow.