Academy Slave Instructor

66 – The Fool

The Fool

Aslan thinks quietly ahead of the first round.

Rai said he would teach Zeroa how to analyze, and asked Aslan to get into the habit of analyzing.

This means Aslan already knows how to analyze.

He grew up in a family that had been in the military for generations, so he naturally has a lot of knowledge. Asran, who was trained by his family and heard a lot of know-how and stories from his grandfather, has much more in his head than ordinary academy students.

It was just a problem because Asran couldn’t use it well.

Aslan first checks what he has.

He learned that the most basic of combat is to figure out everything he currently has.

In the first year, his strengths are high-level skills, wide-range attack techniques that Lai taught him, and a strong body and stamina.

Asran, who was checking one by one, is it okay to just fight without having to analyze his head hurting?

The next thing to check is the situation.

The battlefield is a very important factor in battle, and I had to check it before the enemy.

It is assumed that there is a limited space called the stage, and there is a transparent wall outside the stage. Other than that, it’s a one-on-one match with an opponent without any interfering factors.

In a place like this, the wide-range attack technique that Lai taught me is advantageous.

Even if Rai says he’s stupid, Aslan is still a son of a military family. Damian, the drill sergeant he hates, has given him a ton of knowledge, and even though he is annoyed at the time, the knowledge remains in his head.

Unexpectedly, Asran, who followed the basics and analyzed step by step, recalls his opponent, Randall.

It is an ordinary swordsmanship that uses a sword and shield and has no peculiarities. I’m sorry to evaluate it like this, but the revealed skill is average to low. Even if he hid his skills because he was wary of others, it doesn’t matter if he hid them, judging from how he’s shown in training so far.

“Does this need to be analyzed?”

Whether it’s bothersome to use his brain against an opponent whose victory is confirmed, Aslan continues to think while grumbling to himself.

In the martial arts competition, you have to fight several times a day until you reach the round of 128.

Therefore, there are many things to think about in many ways, such as quickly withdrawing from an opponent with no hope of winning and aiming for the next match, or fighting to preserve stamina.

If you lose even once, the number of matches increases to advance to the next round, and the more you do, the more your stamina is depleted.

I am confident in my stamina, but I hesitate if asked to fight continuously. If the match luck is not good and I meet an opponent of similar skill, there are many cases in which whoever wins becomes a mess and goes up and loses the next match.

In the end, it is efficient in terms of physical strength and mana to keep winning and going up.

The technique Rai taught me is powerful enough to put pressure on even Damien, who is on active duty. Instead, the mana consumption is too large.

The longer the match lasts, the more mana is sucked into it, and even if you win, you can’t play the next match.

The answer is simple.

Every round, kill the opponent as quickly as possible and go up.

“Simple.”

Asran smiled and stood up.

If Damian, who taught Aslan since he was young, knew that the conclusion he came to after such a long thought was a quick decision, he would have hit the ground and wailed.

However, there are surprisingly many academy students who use such a tactic.

In general, there are many times when it is better to think about the gap between yourself and your opponent and win by attacking with all your might without giving them room if you think you are superior.

Even if you are weak, you can come to the academy, and since you have accumulated various knowledge and experience at the academy, there were many cases where you suffered unexpected losses if you attacked slowly.

And Aslan’s numbers worked well.

“Stone Tornado!!”

The floor of the stage is ripped off and rotates like a tornado around Asran’s huge sword.

As dozens of stones spin as if protecting a greatsword, Aslan’s range of attacks widens like a giant’s club.

In a stage where the range of movement is limited, and the range of attacks is wide.

Nothing was as tricky as these two combinations.

Randall, the opponent in the 1st round, was eliminated in an instant without even being able to counterattack against Aslan’s greatsword, who swung with all his might.

Academy students see a stone tornado with their eyes wide open at the first ceremony at the academy.

In a confined space, such an attack was tantamount to fraud.

If you keep going up the rounds, there is a possibility that you will face Aslan, so the academy students who are watching are thinking about how to destroy the ceremony.

“Wow- that’s great. Did Raicang teach you?”

“…… No, I don’t know about that.”

It is a technique she taught her, but Rai, who did not know how to name it childishly Stone Tornado, is ashamed and denies Sessett’s question.

Whatever the name, Storm Tornado, which clearly showed its power, began to gain fame.

Aslan, who easily won the second round that followed, imprinted Storm Tornado on the heads of the academy students.

“This is the magic that Rai taught me. Thank you.”

Asran smiles wonderfully and points to Rai in the audience.

“I heard you didn’t teach me.”

“I don’t know.”

Rye denies it to the end, but Stone Tornado is known for his skill.

Athlan, who was climbing the rounds with the momentum of a crushing force, ran into a problem.

“……”

A silver-haired girl standing with an expressionless face who seems to have no intention of fighting. The ordinary longsword with the tip hanging down on the floor looked shabby, but it pressed Asran more strongly than anything else.

It was Violet, the equipment that everyone unanimously praised.

At first glance, it looks fragile, but the energy inherent in its body is no joke. Just by standing in front of her, Asran gives the impression of facing a ferocious, gigantic monster.

“Stone tornado… Show me.”

Violet doesn’t usually have a talkative personality. Even when people gathered around her, she just sat still and rarely cared about anything about her.

But when I nominated him directly, Asran’s lips went up.

I admit that Rai’s technique is amazing, but she put Stone Tornado before herself.

It hurt her pride, but there was a strong person ahead of her.

It’s a different feeling than when I was dealing with Rye. When she thinks that she can mix swords with Violet, who is said to be the strongest of her peers, her sense of self-esteem rises.

It is said that it is important to maintain physical strength in martial arts competitions, but what else can you think of with an opponent like this?

Stamina, tactics, everything is unnecessary.

Isn’t a warrior supposed to kill the opponent in front of him and charge forward?

It seemed that Rai and Damian were wailing from somewhere, but Aslan raised her greatsword, vowing to make her Violet look back on herself.

As with other matches, a stone tornado is activated at the start, and the floor of the stage is ripped off and driven by his great sword.

At the same time, an employee next to the stage wails. As a stage manager, he had to build a new stage every time Aslan competed.

As the sound of music was heard here and there, Aslan, holding a great sword that destroyed the surroundings, looked like a demon king.

Violet slowly approaches Aslan, who is holding a vicious greatsword, and the two clash.

“Yes, I lost.”

Athran, who was in the loser’s bracket in the third round, was sitting on a chair in the waiting room looking tattered.

As if figuring out the technique, Violet, who fought against each other by knocking out stones one by one with her sword, punched Aslan through the stone tornado.

There was no big blow because he hit it with his foot as if pushing it away.

‘I know something similar.’

Violet said calmly, and mana gushed out from her body like a tidal wave, and her sword was wrapped in light.

It was a skill that anyone could do, but the problem was too great. When she sees the sword of light that has grown so big that she might cut through the castle wall with one swing, Aslan’s mouth drops open.

With a huge sword of light held high, Violet strikes down, the most basic of swordsmanship.

And Asran lost her mind.

“What are similar skills, but they are completely different.”

Asran grumbled as he touched her body, which was still throbbing.

A single hit hit the entire stage. It wasn’t wide, it was full. She was completely unstoppable with her greatsword wrapped around a stone tornado.

“I thought Stone Tornado was a scam too, but the technology is a scam. Don’t you think so?”

“……”

Abigail, who is in the loser’s bracket in the third round, looks at Aslan without saying a word.

There are many other seats, but I don’t understand this man sitting next to him.

She has been ignoring her until now and has not responded, but Aslan continues to talk to her without hesitation.

It’s not like we became close to Rai because we learned together, but he pretends to be friendly, and the annoying Abigail glares at him with eyes filled with displeasure.

“Yeah, you think so too? It’s too fraudulent.”

Abigail sighs deeply and opens her mouth at Aslan’s words, who agree with her words and mistake her for irritation.

“Turn it off.”

“Why? Do you have a routine to concentrate or something before a match?”

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There are surprisingly many people who meditate or follow a set routine before an important match.

Abigail doesn’t have any of that, and she rather sees those who do it as weaklings.

Abigail opened and closed her fists as if annoyed when she didn’t mind even if I told him directly for the sake of him who couldn’t understand.

“Don’t pretend to be friendly, go away.”

“We’re close. We get beaten up together with Lai. To be honest, I didn’t have anyone close to me in the waiting room here, but it worked out.”

“You might fight in a tournament, but you want to pretend to be friendly?”

“If you get the same waiting room, you won’t be in the next match. Didn’t you know that?”

When Abigail was asked if she didn’t know that by the stupidest guy she thought, she shut her mouth, not wanting to mix her up any more.

A moment of silence ensued, but Aslan sat down next to her and moved around while kneading her body.

Abigail, who didn’t want to be next to him because she kept annoying her. When her bracket came out, she checked her opponent and she went elsewhere.

“Why do you follow me?”

“I have a question for you.”

Her Aslan, who followed her, smiled at her.

Annoyed, Abigail wants to punch him, but she doesn’t want to get knocked out by her staff, so she holds back her hand and puts her hand down.

She also has a lot to worry about now.

Abigail was also having a hard time in the tournament as she was complying with Rai’s demand to drop her weapon and fight bare-chested.

Philia still had a month, but Abigail only learned from Rai for a week.

It is too much to learn new things by discarding old habits.

Besides, defeating an opponent with a weapon barehanded is something that can only be found in folktales or legends, but it was different in reality.

Swordsmen are good, but compared to opponents with weapons, they were much weaker.

The academy also teaches martial arts, but there is no course for martial artists, just to use your feet and empty hands well when fighting with a weapon.

In the end, Abigail struggled through the martial arts competition and alternated between defeat and victory.

I was barely getting used to it by repeating matches similar to real battles, but Abigail, who didn’t have time to spend on Asran, said only business and told him to get off quickly.

“How can I do well in analysis?”

“… Why can’t you do that? You can tell by looking at the other person.”

“What Violet are you talking about. You’re not a genius. You won’t have any know-how or your own way.”

A tendon rises on Abigail’s forehead at Asran’s naturally rude words, but she holds it back.

I don’t have time to argue with a guy like this. Rai asked Aslan to get into the habit of analyzing, so he had already achieved it just by thinking about it now.

It was better to pretend to listen, then say you were right and then kick it out.

“Analyze the person you are attached to.”

“Thena is a child who grew up in a military family. The swordsman she uses is called Alterion, and it is the vision of the Alterion family. It looks splendid with a lot of circular movements, but the technique that actually decides the game is stabbing. Use those stabs to counter. I tend to aim for . I prepared tactical training until the day before the competition, so my stamina would be lacking, and I took a passive position because I lacked stamina in the previous match.”

When asked to analyze it, Abigail was surprised to see Aslan reciting.

With just a brief look at the table, information about Tena comes out.

Her Abigail stared blankly at her. After her words, Aslan waited for her answer and looked at her.

“You can do as you analyzed.”

At the words of Abigail, who came to her senses belatedly, Aslan scratches the back of her head while frowning at her.

“Then it’s a problem. I don’t know how to use it after analyzing it.”

He has insight, but he says he can’t use it.

Abigail, who doesn’t understand whether she’s teasing or is really an idiot, ponders for a while and then says,

“I do something the other person hates.”

“Something to dislike?”

“Weaknesses or things that bother me. You know what Rai does often.”

“To piss off the other person?”

“You idiot, saying that the opponent hates you means that you are weak or weak. If you attack that area because you are weak, the opponent will hate you.”

At the words of Abigail, who finally exploded, Aslan nodded her head.

That’s right, she sees Aslan, who is lost in thought, and Abigail, who thinks that she is finally released, finally gets free time.

As time passes, Asran goes up on stage and faces Tena.

She was beaten so coolly by Violet that her body is in disarray and her mana is not enough.

In a disadvantageous situation, Asran speaks to Tena with a confident expression.

“What do you hate?”

“What?”

“What do you hate?”

Tena, who was wary of Aslan suddenly asking about her taste, spoke cautiously.

“Pepper.”

“……The bell peppers aren’t tasty.”

Aslan, who nods her head and agrees, eventually confronts Tena without finding out.

Tena won in the loser’s group in the third round.