A personal training ground prepared by the Knight Departnt.
A square-shaped line, drawn with a length of 3 ters on each side, surrounded the training ground, with training dummies placed at each corner.
And right in the center.
A woman with endlessly cool-colored hair closed her eyes and focused silently.
Eyelids drawing a long, blue crescent line like a frost-covered crescent moon.
Sharon Pierces training routine began by swiftly cutting down the dummies arranged in all directions.
As Sharon wielded her circle, her surroundings glowed with a halo.
The crystallized mana droplets flowing from her body reflected the surrounding light, creating a phenonon.
Hmph.
With a light exhale.
Ssaaack!
The sword gracefully carved through the dummies, one by one.
No, it had to be carved.
Kkigigigik!
Chilling sounds of tal cracking echoed, and soon after.
Jjaeng!
The sword shattered.
Fragnts of the sword scattered like an explosion.
Sharon quickly turned to avoid them.
But long streaks of blood were engraved on her white arms.
Jebuk.
Sharon looked down at the floor.
A shattered sword, like broken pieces of glass.
It was the best sword she could currently obtain.
But still, it couldnt withstand her magic.
While the type of mana elent is fixed, its characteristics vary depending on the person absorbing and using it. The deeper the talent and personality of the user, the more pronounced these traits beco.
Sharons frost mana elent was endlessly cold and sharp.
A regular sword couldnt handle her mana.
Brushing away visible droplets of blood.
Sharon surveyed the training dummies.
One was completely cut down,
The one next to it was roughly severed and lying down.
The third dummy stood diagonally, cut halfway,
And the last one remained unscathed.
Originally, all the dummies around her should have been cleanly cut.
This was just the beginning of her training, a warm-up.
She felt the need to add more training dolls.
But why was there a dummy, partially cut, staring at her crookedly?
Ugh.
A small groan escaped from Sharons lips.
Her hands, clenched tightly.
Sharon lowered her head.
The fist she unconsciously gripped slowly unfolded.
A sharp piece of sword embedded in her palm.
The flowing blood, dropping steadily from her hand.
Impossible.
Sharon murmured unconsciously.
With a sword like this, it was simply impossible.
It couldnt contain her endlessly sharp frost mana.
Dozens, hundreds of such swords would yield the sa result.
But this was the best sword she could currently obtain.
Ah
Sharons expression, which had remained impassive until now, finally changed.
Her cold face cracked for the first ti.
She bit her lower lip.
Regret, because of a foolish decision.
Why did I do such a stupid thing?
Why did she bet the sword on Ian Blackangers failure in that situation?
Why couldnt she keep her composure?
If Ians words were lies, he would collapse on his own.
But she couldnt stand his arrogant expression.
Ian was a man who treated Sharon well on the outside, but secretly practiced the dark arts of cursing her growth.
She wanted to suppress him sohow.
It was a stupid idea.
A foolish thought.
She was foolish and pathetic.
She believed that Ian was hiding his power.
But she shouldnt have bet the only sword she had.
There was nothing to gain.
Kkaduk
Ian Blackangers was always like that.
Whenever she looked at him, her composure shattered.
The icy calm rationality lost its edge.
What seeped through the cracks was fear.
Fear of what would happen if she couldnt find a sword.
Fear of what would happen if she ssed up the grade assessnt.
The fear of ridicule from siblings when the news reached the family.
Fear of deep disappointnt from the head of the family.
And
The fear of being cast aside, with growth broken, sinking once again into the deep darkness.
Shivering
Lips trembling slightly.
Sharon bit them, barely suppressing the tremor.
A thick streak of blood flowed down her lower lip.
Help
Should she ask for help?
But from whom?
Naturally, there was a na that ca to mind first.
Ian Blackangers.
For the first ti in her life, soone who genuinely helped her.
And within that warm kindness that lted her, there was sothing elusive, a mystery revealed by the man.
Thud
Blood dripped from Sharons wounded fist as she clenched it again.
Apart from him, she had never received help.
She didnt even know how to ask for help in this way.
One day.
There was only one day left until the final grade assessnt.
She had to find a solution before that.
Without a sword, she couldnt produce proper mana.
To the family
Should she make a plea?
She had never done such a thing before, but now, there was no other option.
Even when her mother passed away, the head of the family had never shown kindness to Sharon.
But just this once, please forgive her.
With such futile hope, Sharon picked up a quill.
Shivering hands, dripping blood, continuously wrote on the paper.
The last day of the grade assessnt.
As Ian expected, the assessnt was mobility.
The location was a vast courtyard located on the outskirts of the Academy.
The assessnt thod comprehensively asured mobility, acceleration, speed, landing, and usability.
Student Ian Blackangers mobility assessnt will now begin.
Of course, the preparations were perfectly completed.
However, there was a slight difference from before.
Hey, Ians up there!
We definitely need to watch this!
The anticipation from the students had changed.
Amidst occasional grumbles like Whats so good about that guy, people tended to prefer fun over complaints.
Ian clenched his fist imdiately.
The rings on his fingers disappeared.
Simultaneously, he infused magnetism into the ground.
Levitate!
Cheers erupted even before his body completely lifted.
Feels like Ive joined a circus.
Ian, who let out a light sigh, took out a capacitor from his pocket this ti.
When you apply current to a levitating stone film, the levitational force instantly increases by several hundred tis. In other words like a cannon.
In the end, its a cannon.
Although he hesitated as much as being shot out, in the end, it circled back to being a cannon.
Still, the consolation was that the likelihood of each arm, leg, and head arriving separately was significantly low.
Life.
A muttered soliloquy drowned in cheers.
an held the capacitor against the levitating film and let the electric current flow.
For a mont, his entire body tingled.
Roaaar!
The surrounding scenery flashed by in an instant.
There was no ti to feel the speed; it was ti to prepare for landing.
Extraction, Transformation!
Extending his fingers, Ian created a magnetic field at the destination.
In a sense, it was a kind of magnetic net.
As soon as his soaring body reached the destination,
Whooosh!
Instantaneously, the body was fixed.
Dashing distance 100m! Speed under 1 second!
Wow!
You crazy b*stard Ian, you crazy b*stard!
Cheers poured down along with the shouts of the instructor.
It was like swearing or being amazed, but it was hard to concentrate.
Ugh!
Ian felt a surge of nausea.
The feeling of organs shifting was overwhelming.
He had lowered the speed, but
This was no joke.
Lets think of a way to stop more smoothly.
While contemplating how to outsmart Christina, and calming his stomach,
Clang!
Kyaaaack!
Miss Sharon, are you okay?!
Far away.
The sound of a sword breaking reached them.
Seems like the sword couldnt withstand the mana.
Sharon Pierce, who was treated as an end-ga character in the ga, had the sa conditions. Customized equipnt. In other words, the more money spent, the better the performance.
Even in reality, that fact did not change.
One side was cheering.
The other side was screaming.
The landscape had changed with the grade assessnt.
After the grade assessnt.
Although there was a brief mont to enjoy so leisure, unfortunately, there was no ti for that.
Disciplinary Committee Summon Notice
We hope you respond to the disciplinary committee summon.
Disciplinary target: Ian Von Pong Istan Blackangers
Reason: Threats and s*xual harassnt against fellow students.
.
Two days later, at the decision of the disciplinary committee.
See you at my place.
Sohow, Silvia got wind of it and imdiately contacted Ian, suggesting a strategy eting.
Ian had already prepared so counterasures, but advice from soone of Silvias caliber would undoubtedly be helpful.
Excuse
Unexpectedly, Silvia hesitated for a mont.
After fidgeting with her lips, she cautiously spoke.
Is there soone who could be of significant help?
Silvias voice sounded cautious, as if she was about to share sothing challenging.
Thanks to that, curiosity intensified.
Is there soone who could be of significant help?
Silvias voice sounded cautious, as if she was about to share sothing challenging.
Thanks to that, curiosity intensified.
Who could it be?
Of course, it might seem unsettling, but in my opinion, its wise to use every available resource considering your situation. Her proposal isnt bad.
By this point, Ian had a rough idea.
A cautious gesture ca from behind.
Following Silvias gaze, Ian turned his head.
I-Ian.
Green eyes that seed to contain forest leaves.
A white neck adorned with a black handkerchief like a choker.
And red hair.
Uh, hey there
Lina Rosewell stood there, holding her hand up awkwardly.
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