I Will Be the Only One Who Heals at the Prison Academy - Chapter 322



322 – Arclight’s Swordsmen #1

322 – Arkwright’s Swordsmen # 1

Ludens was quieter than I expected.

It goes by as if nothing happened.

The students dozed off in the tired fall weather.

A situation where only the soft voices of teachers spread through the classroom.

“It’s peaceful.”

It’s already been 15 days since school started.

Contrary to my expectations and thoughts that everything would change dramatically after finding the crown, the direction of the world did not change much.

Of course.

Some things have changed.

“Today, let’s talk about Cain Arkwright, the man who became the owner of the crown.”

Bergerac said lightly.

Then, I could feel students who were dozing here and there coming to their senses or rubbing the corners of their eyes and their eyes shining.

“Cain Arkwright is a graduate of this Ludens. You and I are seniors. According to records, he was always in charge of the chief and was said to have broken through all kinds of dungeons.”

It’s a class about Cain.

It was an unfamiliar sight even to me.

I listen carefully because I think I might be able to get information that I don’t know about.

It was the same for everyone.

Bringing life to the boring second semester classroom.

Soon, Enio, sitting next to me, burst out laughing.

“It really feels like school. “I’ve always been reluctant to take classes these days.”

That’s right.

The students in Class A are so outstanding that they actually don’t listen to class much.

It’s like a place where the top students from all over the school gather together to open their math books during science class.

Bergerac said.

“After graduating from Ludens, Cain returned to his hometown and became a duke. He traveled through numerous battlefields and further honed his skills. So he came to be called the Star of the Sword during the War of the Roses about 10 years ago.”

Bergerac paused.

Because someone raised their hand.

The guy was Luke, a transfer student.

Since Yumi’s betrayal of him, Luke had always been silent and gloomy, but seeing him raise his hand during class made me feel quite strange.

It must have been the same for Bergerac.

Bergerac, a teacher who usually didn’t answer questions, seemed to be on a whim this time, so he gestured with his chin.

“Luke Mercyris. “Do you have anything to say?”

Zech.

Luke stood up.

And after he looked around he asked:

“I heard that Cain won after a long duel with someone on Star Hill and became known as the Sword Saint. “Is that true?”

“It was a duel that took place on Star Hill. It’s a story that can only be heard through rumors. However, it is also true that Cain lost one of his eyes to someone there. It must have been a bloody battle.”

The students were agitated by Bergerac’s words.

I could hear people whispering, “Who could it be?” Or “It must have been a great expert.”

Tak-.

Bergerac, hitting the lectern with his palm, added his words his his his.

“After that war, Cain compiled the sword techniques he used and named it Arclight-style lightsaber style. What is commonly known is from meal 1 to meal 4─.”

As Bergerac says that, his eyes look at me.

For some reason, it’s ominous.

“It would be better to show this in person rather than theory. The weather is nice today, so let’s have an outdoor class. Everyone, come to the training ground in the small playground. Everyone also brought their own armor and weapons.”

* * *

“There are outdoor classes at this time. It feels a little strange somehow. Hey, Victor. You shouldn’t cause strange problems for no reason.”

Victoria gave me a warning as she went out to the small playground.

It seems that this guy has now completely imprinted me as someone who causes accidents and incidents.

“You’re not answering?”

Victoria pretends to pinch my side.

For some reason my side feels tingly.

I had no choice but to nod.

“I get it. “It’s a class anyway, so there’s no problem, right?”

With that said, we gathered at the training ground.

Bergerac soon stood on the podium and spoke to everyone.

“If you learn more about the Arclight type of swordsmanship used by Cain Arclight, you will be able to find out its weaknesses and methods of destruction. Victor, come forward.”

“…”

For some reason, it seemed like this.

Am I Kyobojae?

I stood on the podium.

There is a scarecrow in front of me that seems to have been specially prepared.

“This is a level 50 scarecrow. Its physical strength is 100. It can be said to be average for most monsters. Based on the standards of students in Ludens’ second year and second semester, on average, it takes two attacks to completely defeat it. Then, let’s take a look at the skills of the hero who cut down the dragon.”

The intent of the teacher’s story became clear.

It means showing off my skills.

The eyes of the guys looking up at me were also full of anticipation.

The situation is more burdensome than expected.

Sereung.

But as soon as I put my hand on the scabbard, those feelings disappeared in an instant.

“One meal of arc light. Cutting light.”

Flashing.

Sak-.

My sword bisects the scarecrow into upper and lower halves.

“What?”

“I couldn’t see it.”

Shadi and Megaira tilted their heads.

Melvin next to him laughs.

“Victor, while I haven’t seen him, his level has risen even further. Cutting down a level 50 scarecrow with a single sword. That’s also the most basic meal.”

Like he said, my skills improved significantly after fighting the dragon.

However, there was also something wrong with Melvin’s story.

When I tried to correct him, Bergerac spoke first.

“As you can see, the Arc Light style of swordsmanship is a technique that increases destructive power based on the explosive speed that comes from iagi. It’s all like that, from the first type of light splitting to the known fourth type.”

The children seemed to agree with the answer.

But Bergerac soon shook his head.

“But that’s wrong. I, Bergerac, have traveled the battlefield as a knight of the West and have fought quite a few battles with Arclight-type swordsmen. “In fact, there was only one Arclight swordsmanship that I felt there.”

“What does that mean? “You mean there’s only one?”

Diarmid, who was well versed in swordsmanship, raised his hand.

Soon Bergerac asks Victorica.

“Miss Victoria, can you explain?”

“…”

Victoria seemed a little embarrassed, unlike how she always maintained a cool demeanor in her classroom.

Biting his lower lip slightly, that’s a habit he has when he’s embarrassed or nervous.

The reason is simple.

Because Victorica is ignorant of her swordsmanship.

She’s the daughter of a chicken family, but it’s the same as saying she doesn’t know how to make chicken.

But she has a proud nature, so it would be difficult for her to answer, “I don’t know.”

Let me help you.

I said.

“Arclight’s swordsmanship comes from only one form. Type 1: Cutting light. In fact, it is the foundation and core of all swordsmanship. The 4th formula, and even the 7th formula, which is called the five senses, are all nothing more than variations.”

It’s difficult to explain.

I hope you all understand.

Bergerac said while I was looking at the guys around me.

“It’s just as you said. It has a grandiose and arrogant name, but in reality it just swings a sword. Because of that, Arclight’s swordsmen have one weakness in common.”

“…”

Common weaknesses of Arclight swordsmen?

Was there such a thing?

I have never felt this much enthusiasm during the first semester of sitting in the classroom or even in the second semester that has just begun.

This is the first time I’ve ever been this curious.

I asked.

“Is it a weakness that it requires extreme magical power?”

Then Bergerac frowns.

“In a way, that is also a weakness. Because the movements are large and consume a huge amount of magical power. However, Arclight type swordsmen are basically rich in magical power. “The amount of magic power cannot be a weakness.”

“…”

“What is it, Victor? You. Even though you were Arclight’s swordsman, you didn’t know your own weaknesses?”

Bergerac is a man as hard as me.

But now I felt like he was making fun of me for some reason.

It also looks refreshing.

I’m feeling a bit pissed for some reason.

The feeling of blood boiling.

Is it because of the quirk ‘Boiling Blood’?

Teacher Bergerac said.

“Well, you will know when you fight in person. Today’s class is a duel based on actual combat and observation.”

Sereung.

Bergerac raised a spear with a black flag on it.

Soon, voices of anticipation were heard among the students, saying things like, “Oh, we’re going to see Versun fight.” Or, “He’s a master of all kinds of weapons?”

I also started to get quite nervous.

Teacher Bergerac is strong.

However, Bergerac simply stuck the bottom of the spear into the ground.

“I will choose an opponent to fight against Victor.”

Then Melvin raises her hand.

“This is my body!”

Of course Bergerac shook his head.

“Melvin, you and Victor are not a good match. Let’s see… If the skills and skills used are such that he can have a good match with Viktor…”

Palak.

Bergerac opened and read something that looked like a student record containing the students’ personal information.

Soon his dark blue eyes his his his sparkle

“Luke Mercyris, I’d like you.”

Lucra.

When I heard that name, I felt complex emotions in many ways.

Soon Luke stood up using his sword sheath as a cane and said.

“Good.”

“Then, I will take charge of the duel between the two. Don’t think of it as practice, but fight like a real fight.”

Wide training ground.

Luke faced me.

The guy said.

“Is this the first time I’ve competed with you like this since you came to our secret base?”

“Yes.”

“It ended without a hitch until last time. “I’m going with all my heart this time.”

Is Luke sincerely?

I thought it was good too.

Because I wanted to find out what his level was.

“Then start.”

Pot.

As soon as Bergerac raised his palm, Luke kicked the ground.

It’s faster than you think.

Yes.

His sword slashed my head as if it would cut it in two.

I also drew my sword and blocked his attack.

Kaaang-!

Ga-ga-ga-ga-.

“That’s pretty good, Victor.”

Now I see that he was attacking me with his sword in its sheath.

A strong scabbard is already a club in itself.

Luke asked as I was applying pressure that was heavier than I expected.

“Are you planning on going to catch Yumi?”

“…”

“What are you going to do when you catch him? Are you really going to kill me?”

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“That’s not your part-time job.”

“No, I need to know.”

Kaang-!

Luke threw his sword at my body.

I was pushed back a few meters and regained my bearings.

This guy is stronger than you think.

At that moment, I remembered that this guy had single-handedly destroyed the arm of the dragon Fairybane.

This means that he is not an opponent to be taken lightly.

Luke must have felt that too.

Because that’s what prosecutors fight for.

Rather than having a conversation, we tend to find out more by crossing swords with each other.

Sereung.

Luke pulled the sword from its scabbard

Then check the condition of the blade.

Soon the surroundings were in commotion.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Luke draw his sword.”

“I know. “I only heard that guy was strong, but this is my first time seeing him actually fight in front of everyone.”

“By the way. Isn’t that a bit strange? Rather than a sword…”

“Club.”

Yes, that would be exactly the right expression.

It seemed too blunt to be a sword.

The blade is not even sharpened.

It was an old sword with scratches here and there.

As a weapon, it’s a disaster.

I know that sword because I used it to cut down Enrique.

“Can you cut a piece of paper with such a dull sword?”

I asked.

Then Luke grins.

“You’d better not look down on me. This is the sword that my teacher passed down to me. “It is a sword that was once the strongest.”

“It’s the strongest.”

It was a time when I felt like everyone was mentioning that name these days.

Sling, clank.

Luke said, pointing his sword forward like the horns of an angry bull.

“I’ll show you Avon’s swordsmanship.”