I Became a Time-Limited Swordsmanship Genius at the Academy

56. Syllables

‘I have two…? No, if you look closely, something is different.’

It was definitely me who was facing the hero.

But his momentum was a little different.

If I feel like a straight forward and solid swordsman, the male character is a bit more intelligent, like a wizard and an alchemist.

I focused more on the spirit world.

My instincts were telling me I had to risk getting sucked in.

The man came limping on his leg as if he was uncomfortable somewhere.

“Are you still in a place like this? I said so because it was futile and useless.”

“…You were really still alive.”

“It’s a tenacious life.”

As the warrior said, even with empty words, he didn’t seem to be a living human being.

Should I say it feels like seeing myself in my early days?

The hero turned his head again.

“I said I would never speak to you again. Have you forgotten?”

“A person’s heart is like a reed, and it changes from time to time. You know how your heart will change.”

“…Shut up! I have no intention of agreeing to such bizarre magic!”

“What are you afraid of?”

The man shrugged his shoulders in disapproval.

“Don’t you think we’re too stupid to kick ourselves out of the chance to be real?”

‘A chance to be real?’

What do you mean?

I have a question.

The inner side of the warrior who had been calm is rapidly undulating. He was shaken by the man’s words.

At the same time, human voices began to be heard.

‘Don’t hang out with demons like that. There is no place for us to go and there is no time to procrastinate.’

‘Save me!! You are a warrior! We have a duty to protect and take responsibility!’

‘There’s nothing more stupid than going off the beaten track and going uphill. Come to your senses.’

The sound of the words rang in the warrior’s head.

A forehead furrowed in pain.

Shaked his head and brushed it off.

“I’m a warrior. I protect, help, and guide people. Even if it’s not my will, it doesn’t matter.”

The word ‘justice’ naturally came to mind in the warrior’s eyes.

“You, too, stop touching such forbidden magic. It is the duty of a hero to slay wizards who have gone astray.”

“hahahaha, I’m sorry. Being a warrior is tiring.”

The man eventually took a step back due to his noble and firm will.

He left his words as he disappeared.

“Don’t regret it later. If you regret it then, there will be nothing left.”

***

I hear the sound of a waterfall.

It was the spirit realm.

I looked at the waterfall blankly with blank eyes.

‘Fake and real. The hero and… The past me. What is it?’

What did the hero want to say?

And why did I exist in the past?

Unanswered questions made me tear my hair out.

– Ohhhhh!!

It was then that I heard a strange noise.

Puck puck!

“Aww! That, Mr. Grandel?!”

Isn’t Grandel closing his eyes tight and beating me with a wooden plank as if he’s senile!

– Get off, you demon! What kind of grudge do you want to enter poor El’s body! Get off now!

“That, Mr. Grandel! Stop! Stop! That El is right! That’s right!”

– What?

Grandel’s planks stopped.

– Is it real? Not a demon?

“Really! Can’t you see my eyes?”

– Hmm…

Grandel looked at her carefully while stroking her chin.

If you were attacked by an evil spirit, you could tell right away because your eyes would be blurry.

– Heh heh, I must have misunderstood. Got it right back I thought I was stopped because I was in a daze for a long time.

“…Thanks for your concern. Still, it was too much for the druid to beat with a wooden plank.”

– Keuheum! Uh, don’t say that Are there any differences?

I nodded.

Close your hand tightly.

Kude deudeuk.

A sound that cannot be produced by humans is heard.

‘The power came in. It’s all thanks to necromancy. If so, the spirit I’m borrowing right now… Is that of a warrior.’

His soul said nothing. He was as calm as when he first met him.

Perfectly opened vision.

My way of thinking has also changed, and I think I can handle the sword better than before.

A superhuman body.

That was the strength of a hero and a warrior who stood at the pinnacle of humanity.

‘It’s not like I borrowed all the strength of the hero. If I did, my body would have exploded.’

Then how much did you borrow?

Half? Or about 80?

It looked like there was a long way to go.

Soon I remembered something else.

“Grandel-sama. What was that silver soul?”

The hero’s soul was silver, not gold.

The one and only silver soul.

Then, isn’t silver the greatest and brightest color?

But the answer was unexpected.

– Silver spirits are evil spirits.

“Oh, a demon?”

– Yes. An evil spirit that left deep resentment and regret in the world. The spirit world you saw is managed and handled by me. All evil spirits were rejected and eliminated, but how could there be a silver soul… It was a mistake. I’m glad you’re okay. What did you see in it?

“…I saw the life of a prosecutor who lived an ordinary life.”

– Is that so?

Grandel tilted his head in surprise.

‘A hero… A grudge.’

You can never tell the truth.

Grandel, who was once a hero and colleague, praised him as a hero.

‘The complex truth is hidden. I’ll find out later.’

I already knew where the past was written.

The Emperor’s Archives.

Ordinary people can’t even talk to each other, let alone give permission, but he had a relationship with a princess who was close to the emperor.

I should go there.

‘Because I don’t know if I can find any information about myself again.’

The worry is over.

All that remains is the palatal artery.

It was through a wall.

***

I went to visit Asia.

As always, she was lying on a huge rock, holding a long pipe.

“Master.”

Puffy.

A cloud emerges from the end of the pipe. When I smelled it, it was sweet.

Anyway, it looked like a fake pipe made by a spirit.

“Is our kid here? Have you thought about anything?”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

“Determination.”

Aisia woke up.

She looked into my eyes and pulled at the corner of her mouth.

“The look in your eyes has changed. You’ve shed your little skin. What kind of affair have you been through?”

“…No big deal.”

“Yes, it’s not like you came here just to brag… Dalian is what you want to do.”

Nodded.

“Wait a minute.”

Aisia slipped down the rock for a while, and she came from somewhere with a rusty iron sword.

“What is that sword?”

“It’s a sword that will crush you splendidly. The blade may have become dull. It will hurt more if you cut it.”

Crackle.

She was Asia, smiling like a girl, but she was very scared.

‘I can’t believe Master is holding a sword. I’m serious about it.’

In an instant, fear engulfed her body.

I was well aware of her strength.

Isia is a swordsman and possesses greater skills than a swordsman.

How far will that power reach if you raise a sword?

“Looks like you’ve finally awakened the swordsman’s heart.”

“I guess so.”

I’m afraid.

Her heart was sincere.

But the corners of her mouth were the same as Asia’s.

The corners of his mouth drawn in an arc conveyed joy.

She raised her sword.

“I will go with all my heart.”

It contained life.

She was sincere and sincere until then.

To the point where I won’t die even if I bump into it.

Her up to her harmless good to her.

But what I realized now is that I was really stupid back then.

Because growth is overcoming through adversity and pain.

I shouldn’t have been afraid of death.

“You cheeky kid…”

Boom!

Borrowing the strength of a warrior, her body was like a bomb.

Aisia was taken aback by the sudden surprise and unexpected power.

“Did you pick up something strange somewhere? Or did you have something hidden?”

“I’ll keep it a secret.”

Boom, bang!!!

Swords collide with swords.

Because it is a rusty iron sword, it is unbelievably hard.

Craftsmen don’t blame tools, Aisia bent and twisted her sword blade to release her full power.

I moved like an animal.

I couldn’t find any technique.

I had no idea.

I drove the opponent with a desperate move to kill what was visible.

‘Empty it. It’s about emptying everything out of me.’

The sword becomes me and I become the sword.

The movements of the beast became increasingly sophisticated.

How can I overcome the opponent more perfectly?

How can I make my opponent not anticipate my attack?

Talent and instinct made it possible.

But the opponent was the crazy b*tch, Asia.

“Keugh!”

“Kyahahahaha! Yes, I can finally see what I want!”

Aisia also tried to kill me.

I show all my skills that I have been hiding, or that I didn’t have to show until now.

With a sword you can’t understand even if you read it with your eyes.

A frost slasher that makes me question whether what I have learned is correct.

Hundreds of years of knowledge and power were enough to drive short-lived humans.

Even if it’s me borrowing the power of a hero.

‘It feels like attacking an iron wall.’

It feels like a prisoner scraping a wall until his nails fall out.

It was the same no matter where I attacked.

It was a jackpot if you made even a small scratch on the wall.

As the body’s stamina gradually decreased, it started to get into trouble.

Saaa ㅡ

Azmode, the top predator of the demons, also started to come out of the mouth syllable, which had to struggle.

The method Aisaa chose was simple.

Suddenly!

“Keuk!”

To attack blood vessels.

Because I was Asia who knew the human body well, I knew the location of my veins.

The syllables of the mouth syllables to attack Aishia lost their way and wandered.

As the blood vessels burst, the tightly blocked arteries leak out.

It’s cold.

It was too cold.

I wanted to give up everything and kneel in front of a huge natural disaster.

‘…I can’t die here.’

I gritted my teeth and stood up.

I had to defeat Asia.

I had a goal to go back.

I had a strong goal and will to see the face of the guy who locked me in this body at the end of this game.

She swung her sword, ignoring her broken veins.

“That’s a good posture.”

Isia praised for the first time.

The cost of the group was devastating.

“Creepy!”

I vomited something that had risen inside me.

It was a black, hard, cold liquid.

My head was dizzy.

Body cuts in all directions and broken veins.

Borrowing the strength of the hero, overworked muscles.

Puffed up.

A body without normality from the inside to the outside eventually collapsed in vain.

***

“S, Master! What the hell is this case!”

G-Gren heard a tremendous noise and came to visit.

When they arrived, there was L, who had become a rag mate while shedding her blood.

“This is too much! Even when I was a disciple, you didn’t do such a rough fight!”

“Don’t panic. It was the result of my intention.”

“Of, intention?”

G-Gren asks back in disbelief.

Aisia, lightly ignoring her, touched El’s body.

The blood veins were completely broken, so it was quite difficult to do its job.

If left unattended, it was obvious that he would become crippled, unable to act or speak properly, let alone act as a human being.

‘But with this, the yin energy that clung to the child’s body like a parasite fell off.’

There was still yin energy in the veins.

Who is Asia?

An elf and legend who has lived for hundreds of years.

‘And this is the spirit realm, not the real world. Enough to fix him.’

There were no traces of humans in the spirit realm.

Therefore, it is said that it overflows with very rare elixirs that are hard to see.

For Aisia, who has lived in such a spirit realm…

“If you heal the veins with this, you’ll be fine.”

There were so many elixirs full of yang that you could kick your feet.

– Kkiing, kkeum!

– Human! I’m hurt! We’re here to help!

The spirits that El liked came in droves.

The time to fix L’s palatal artery has begun.