I Became a Time-Limited Swordsmanship Genius at the Academy

55. Memory

A beautiful waterfall located in the spirit realm made a refreshing sound.

‘Empty your mind. I’m following Master Aisia’s words.’

But how?

I closed my eyes and meditated under the waterfall.

When I was told to empty my mind, I did all kinds of sh*t show.

Empty your thoughts and swing your sword.

I tried to get rid of my emotions and live like a machine in silence.

However, there was no progress, so he was meditating at the waterfall with his clothes off.

– I won. I never thought I’d watch what that brave man was doing here.

“Grandel?”

Grandel came out in a ghostly state and clicked his tongue.

– I thought that only warriors would train like that. You do the same

“I think the warrior and I are similar.”

It was said as a joke, but Grandel stroked his chin and nodded.

– Maybe. You’re much less lucky than you are, but your talent is superior to that. If you grew the same at the same time, you will definitely show growth that will outpace you. So don’t be too impatient.

“…Was it obvious?”

– Cheeky. I couldn’t show off, and it seemed like I was just going crazy. Of course, it’s not that I don’t understand the heart… But the girl asked for hard things.

“Is it that hard to empty your mind?”

– I don’t mean that. Usually, growth is achieved through adversity and hardship. But can it be easy to get it artificially? Come to work and see.

I came out of the waterfall and approached Grandel.

He put a finger on my head.

– There is one way. That’s how you did it before, remember?

“It doesn’t fly well.”

– It is necromancy.

My head flashed.

Necromancer.

A dangerous technique that has never been used except for the first academy class.

It was really hard to die at that time.

My whole body couldn’t move as if I had bruises, and I had to blow up the whole holiday to get up while whimpering.

– Looks like you remembered. That will help But on the other hand, it is also a dangerous road. If you call on a soul you can’t handle, it might explode. At that time, I managed to suppress it because of my strong command, but this time I am calling you a ‘swordsman’ who will be useful to you.

There is nothing more unsettling than trying to force someone you can’t rely on.

Grendel asked with his eyes as if he would do it anyway.

“…You have to do it.”

– I knew it. Rather good. Because I can stop watching waterfall training like that.

Clap.

He laughed like a grandfather, but he couldn’t erase his worry.

Grandel thrust his finger deeper into his forehead.

I didn’t feel anything because it was a soul.

– Welcome to the spirit world.

***

Spirit World.

Seeing the space that Grandel had invited her to, she opened her mouth wide.

What universe are you not in when you open your eyes!

All around was darkness and full of floating stars.

– Those stars are all spirits.

“Is that all you mean?”

– Then. There is also a soul that is not a swordsman. Wizards, alchemists, blacksmiths, adventurers, farmers, nobles… There are just too many of them. The spirit world is as wide as that, but that’s not what’s important.

Grandel made the sword.

– Do you know why I recommended necromancy?

“Because my body is now strong enough to withstand the code.”

– That’s right. Now that I’ve gotten out of that weak, wooden plank-like body, the capacity to accommodate it has also increased. Now, necromancy can covet technology, rather than simply borrowing power.

“The skill of the spirit… It’s an opportunity worth more than gold.”

– But you’ll have to choose well. The bad spirit will try to take your body instead of showing it to you. Take a look at the spirit first.

As he said, he approached the many rising stars.

White.

Blue.

Golden.

The most common color was white, with gold being the rarest.

“What’s the difference?”

– White belongs to the culprit. They are the ones who died without leaving any malice or dissatisfaction. But nothing left. All he left behind was his name. But blue and gold are different. They are the ones who left even small things in the world, and the closer they are to gold, the more likely they are to have great power.

“Then was Grandel golden?”

– Ugh! What do you see me as At least it must have been a brighter light than gold.

…Maybe?

Grandel tilted his head. It seems that I have never seen the color of my spirit.

I went to the soul that was the only one shining gold among the many shining white.

As I put my hand on it, a memory flashed through my mind.

‘This is not my memory. It is the memory of this spirit.’

An ordinary so-and-so lived as a farmer, but he fought with a spear in the battlefield.

As a soldier, he has excellent talent and quickly rises to the rank of commander.

‘Later he was called a hero… This is gold.’

It is true that it is a good memory.

If you borrow his power, you will be able to learn various knowledge and skills.

However, he soon turned his gaze elsewhere.

‘I don’t need a spearman’s memory. All I need is a memory to break the wall. I need to find someone similar to me.’

I moved my steps among the many rising stars.

***

How many memories have you read and discarded?

My head was about to split from reading so many memories.

‘Too much white. It only reads blue and gold.’

The number of blues was also formidable, but I read them all.

Throw away the unnecessary parts and make things that will help me.

In the process of reading, if the spirit surprises or bounces, I boldly throw it away.

After careful consideration, the final spirits were the two of them.

One is blue.

One was golden.

– What kind of life did this blue spirit live?

“He was an ordinary prosecutor. He grew up in the countryside, practiced with a branch, and had a crush on the girl he grew up with… He was going to confess to marrying him later.”

– Oh. It is the innocence of a child. But what is it and why did you choose it?

“It must have been Dunjae. He was a great swordsman who broke Dunjae’s wall with great effort and upright conviction. I thought that if I learned from his conviction and hard work, I would be able to break my own wall.”

– Not bad. Because this soul has been through a time you will never have. You will be able to fill in the missing parts.

Grandel sent a positive signal.

“And this golden spirit… Is a genius on the contrary.”

– Similar to you?

“No. He’s a genius inferior to me.”

– …As expected, it’s unlucky.

“Please listen to what people say. He rose to the position of Swordsman with his genius.”

– It’s the swordsman.

Grandel acknowledged the value of the word swordsman.

– Certainly. Breaking the wall is a growing pain you must go through in order to become a swordsman. That would help too. So what would you choose?

“…I can’t get my hands on it.”

– Are you out of reach?

I’m sure both will be good experiences for me.

The spirit was also saying that it accepted me and was willing to pass on memories and experiences if it wanted to.

But I felt I was missing something.

“As expected, look around a bit more… Huh?”

Again.

The wind blew.

The spirit fluttered out of his hand.

“Wait a minute, what kind of wind is this…”

The spirit got out of the way.

There was another soul that was hiding among countless spirits.

It was close to white, but far from white.

‘Silver?’

A spirit with a slightly muddy aura.

– Now, wait a minute!

I put my hand on it as if possessed.

***

‘Where is this place?’

It is an unfamiliar space.

It was surrounded by high mountains all around.

When I looked at my hand, it was transparent.

It seemed that I myself had become a soul.

‘It’s a person.’

There was a man standing on top of the mountain.

He was also a swordsman, holding an ordinary iron sword, neither small nor large, upright, with his eyes closed.

‘What kind of case is this?’

Usually, only short memories are read and bounced out.

It was the first time I read this in detail.

I got closer to him.

He didn’t even move.

He held a sword with his eyes closed as if he were a stone statue.

But I heard a strange sound inside.

‘Kill! Destroy and punish all demons that catch your eye!’

‘The world is in danger! Save the village… Please, please. You are the hope of our village.’

‘You can’t leave your colleagues behind. Even if it’s a stupid choice, move as your heart tells you.’

Who the hell is he?

Good looks. Hard armor. Traces of decades of adventure.

It was familiar somewhere.

Like I’ve seen it many times.

I checked his face behind his back.

‘Ah, this man is a warrior. A warrior hanging on the D-Side Main.’

When I saw the face, I recognized it at a glance.

It never appears in the game, but I was familiar with it because it appeared on the game lobby screen.

“Hey… Excuse me?”

I tried talking.

I had to confirm that it was a bad-tempered spirit.

But the hero said nothing.

‘I don’t know. If you don’t like it, just say no.’

When will we have a chance to look into the soul of a warrior?

Entered his soul.

‘This is…’

Course?

It shows the process of growing up as a prosecutor and living as an adventurer like a diary.

Then it stopped at just one point.

‘Monster. It’s a monster that even a hero can’t handle.’

I wonder if the warrior is also a person, facing the same wall as me and despairing.

He showed a kneeling figure in front of a huge opponent he could not handle.

It was when he used all his energy and strength.

‘Ah, did you mean this by emptying your mind?’

Shake off the aura.

I vomit everything with all my might.

As if this was the end, as if he was going to break free from his limits.

Growing with talent, he pierced through adversity the road that had never been blocked.

‘Am I the same? I’m not an aura… I just need to vomit the chill.’

Extreme negative retardation.

I could understand the meaning now.

I had to take out the chill inside my body and bring in a clearer and more innocent chill.

I didn’t realize it because I had never experienced death before.

The problem is the palatal artery.

‘What would Master do for you? That’s why you asked me to break the wall.’

Even if that wasn’t the case, it was only a matter of time before the goblin merchant, Ganelle, was ordered to find Guillain, so it was only a matter of time before the syllable was corrected.

‘Thank you, warrior. I don’t know how you knew about my walls, but thanks to you, I know something good.’

Now all we have to do is come out…

That didn’t turn out the way I thought.

My soul couldn’t move as if it was tied to the hero.

‘Hero?’

I felt something was wrong.

The memory of the hero passed quickly.

– ……

-…!

The hero was talking to someone.

His eyes widened as if he was embarrassed.

‘Who is the opponent?’

Like the eyes of a warrior, my eyes opened wider and wider.

I was used to it.

The opponent was a person who did not appear even in the game.

Still, I was used to it.

No, I had to get used to it.

‘…That’s me.’

I was the one talking to the hero.