Episode 135 Skill Test (3)
eyes wide open. half-open mouth.
“… … .”
Professor Morgue Banshee was making a face he hadn’t made in years.
People who don’t know me may think I’m a bit surprised, but people who know me will have a slightly different opinion.
The fact that Professor Banshee, nicknamed ‘Wax Doll’ because he is so expressionless, is making such an expression was simply an expression of astonishment itself.
All the people in the lecture room were shocked and lost their words.
Eventually, Professor Banshee was the first to break the silence.
“… … Mmm. It is correct.”
But he added at the end.
“However, it seems that your answer contains many controversial and unreported issues that have not yet been verified in the academic world.”
Certainly, some of Vikir’s answers were new to even Professor Banshee.
However, Professor Banshee thought he couldn’t hastily judge Vikir’s answer as wrong, because what he said earlier was terrifyingly accurate.
In the first place, how did you know about the Battle of Hill 14 and Hill 27, which you have nothing to learn and study unless you are a graduate student or professor?
And the Battle of Hill 306 is a historical fact recently discovered in the academic world, and research is just beginning.
‘… … Isn’t this information that only high-ranking officers in the Imperial Army on active duty, or members of the Baskerville family can know?’
Professor Banshee felt that he couldn’t control his expression, and ran his hand over his forehead.
In fact, this question was far beyond the level that freshmen could answer.
He deserves to be called an outstanding freshman even if he only knew about the battles at Hill 1, Hill 7, Hill 8, Hill 75, and Hill 207 at the level that Tudor and Bianca of the Cold Weapons Donation Department knew.
Sinclair of the Fever Army Club additionally memorized the battles of Hill 4, Hill 5, and Hill 30, and this was knowledge beyond the level of an undergraduate.
But how should I explain this new student right in front of me?
Professor Banshee was feeling confused right now.
“How do you know something that has not yet been reported to academia, and why do you answer as if it were true?”
Professor Banshee asked Vikir.
Meanwhile, Bikir was still unconcerned.
‘I can’t say I’ve lived it myself. It’s a nuisance.’
As for the Balak tribe of the Red and Black Mountains, Bikir knows better than anyone else. Perhaps no one in the Empire knows as much about Balak as Vikir.
Vikir dodged Professor Banshee’s question with good reason.
“Recently, trade between barbarians on the Western Front and the Empire has begun. Many merchants are vying for trade. In the meantime, Do is just a common stock market slob. Sorry if I sounded assertive.”
With Vikir backing away, even as a Banshee professor, it’s harder to question.
In any case, it was after hearing more answers than I asked.
However, Professor Banshee’s gaze at Vikir became a little more intense.
“… … .”
If there is a difference from before, it is that the intention contained in the gaze has changed from contempt to curiosity.
“You seem to be interested in economics, right?”
“It’s not even that grand. It’s just a small person who is sensitive in the teeth.”
“You’re even humble.”
Professor Banshee narrowed her eyes and studied Vikir’s face.
And after opening the attendance book, I turned over the page and looked into the student’s personal information.
Before long, Professor Banshee salivated.
“… … Mmm. indeed. The written score is perfect.”
Professor Banshee muttered involuntarily, causing the entire class to stir.
“Ah, was that the guy who was said to be number one in writing?”
“By the way, writing is perfect? Is that possible?”
“The academy’s handwriting difficulty is truly atrocious.”
“Crazy, I was 4th overall in this handwriting, but I did a half thresh.”
Everyone looks at Bikir with the eyes of a monster.
And among them, the one who surprised me the most was the other one.
“… … A perfect score?”
A female student looking at Bikir with her bunny eyes open.
She was Sinclair, who placed second in this handwriting.
An honor student with a very high score of 931 out of 990.
There is a very large gap between the 700 points in 3rd place and the 500 points in 4th place.
However, at the moment when he thought it was strange that he placed second, Sinclair was a bit dazed when he heard the difference in points from first place.
A perfect score means that the opponent could have scored more than that.
The limit was 990 points, so I only scored 990 points, but no one knows where that skill is reaching.
That’s what full marks are.
Meanwhile. Professor Banshee looked away from Vikir.
“Bikir. I’ll give you an additional 10 attitude points for your excellent answer. But I can’t condone the fact that I kept my eyes closed in class, so I’m deducting 10 points from your attitude again. And separately from this, I will add 1 point to the attitude score of the entire donation of cold weapons.”
Afterwards, Professor Banshee resumed class as if he had never done so.
As a result, Bikir was able to pass quietly without receiving additional points or penalty points.
Separately, the expression of the cold arms donation students also brightened.
However, even so, the reaction of the students who donated cold weapons to Bikir was not particularly favorable.
“He’s a cheeky guy. Did you sleep in class because you did well on the written test?”
“You could have lost all of your points.”
“I was nervous because I was afraid that my attitude score would be lowered for no reason. As a result, I’m glad I got a bonus point.”
“When I see those guys who only study like that, I just want to give them a hit.”
All students gossip regardless of whether they donate hot or cold weapons.
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Since the academic tradition of the academy itself puts more importance on practical skills than writing, there were many students who did not recognize Bikir.
In particular, the degree was more severe in cold weapons donations than in hot weapons donations.
It was because the students who donated hot weapons, represented by ‘Wizard’, tended to place a lot of emphasis on writing, but the students who donated cold weapons, represented by ‘Warriors’, placed less importance on handwriting.
yet. Some of the cold weapon donation students put their heads together in twos and threes and started discussing the sinister plan.
“Looks like you’re a study bug type, let’s see if you can be so arrogant during class later this afternoon.”
“Perhaps there is a physical education lecture in the liberal arts course in the afternoon?”
“Huhuhu, the ‘Naphtali’ lecture is a real physical education class. It’s even an anti-war concept.”
“It’s perfect for breaking the nose of a braggart.”
“Everyone stay still. Because I filmed that guy.”
A fierce battle of nerves began between the freshmen who welcomed the new semester.
* * *
Don Quixote Tudor.
The head of Class A of the Cold Weapons Donation, he was currently at the gymnasium in the middle of the academy for PE class.
“… … This is a class for me!”
Today’s afternoon class is ‘Naphtali’.
Naphtali is a kind of sport that is classified as a ball game.
It was a sport in which a total of forty people split into two sides and scored points by throwing a ball into the opponent’s goal.
There are goalposts at both ends of the large field, 50 meters long and 100 meters wide, and the players of both teams have to do whatever it takes to carry the ball and put it into the opponent’s goal.
You can kick it with your foot or throw it with your hand.
It doesn’t matter if you slam your opponent in the middle or attack with your fists and feet.
No matter what.
Whether to dodge the ball into the opposing team’s goal, fight back or pass it is entirely up to the players.
Only two, the use of mana and the use of weapons are prohibited.
“Hahaha, Naphtali is what I do best. Let’s go somewhere!”
Tudor, who stepped forward on behalf of class A, was confident despite not having mana or weapons.
And there were three members of Class B who stood in the way of such Tudor.
“What are you bragging about? I will kill you.”
“Kill him.”
“Throw it away.”
They were the triplets of the Baskervilles.
Before long, the class battle between Class A and Class B began.
“pass! My ball!”
Tudor waved eagerly at his classmates from the start of the match.
Before long, an oval ball made of leather flew and landed in Tudor’s grasp.
Tudor picked up the ball and started sprinting forward.
‘okay. This is a real class!’
What’s the use of memorizing theories or memorizing them in the written exam?
If you are a true warrior, if you are a true knight, you should be able to run as fast as the wind to get rid of enemies and reach your desired goal.
Tudor ran at a high speed, befitting a runner position.
and.
There were three line men blocking the way.
“bouncer. Where do you dare to break through?”
“dare.”
“dare.”
Three brothers, Hive, Middle, and Low, stand in the way of Tudor.
A battle of pure flesh without mana or weapons.
A head-to-head match between Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman, and Don Quixote, the Changhae Changga, was about to unfold.
… … however.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t dare to confront the monsters of the Iron Blooded Swordsman head-on.”
Tudor whirled in place.
And in the blink of an eye, he passed Middle Bro and Low Bro and squeezed through the thread-like gap between them and escaped.
It was a ghost-like evasion, and a lightning-like rush.
The students in the other class who watched it cheered for Tudor’s super play.
“wow! is he a tudor? That’s really great!”
“I don’t have mana or weapons, but I can’t believe that kind of physicality.”
“I heard that there is a genius in the Don Quixote family, Naphtali.”
“As expected, he is the head of the Cold Weapons Donation!”
However, the cheers didn’t last very long.
“Where are you going?”
Right next to Tudor, who ran away, there was someone who followed like a shadow.
Hivero Les Baskervilles.
Said to be the strongest of Baskerville’s tridents, he stopped Tudor again.
“ball. Give it up.”
Before long, Hivero’s hand and Tudor’s hand came together. The result… … .
pop!
Surprisingly, Hive was defeated.
After dodging Hive’s hand, Tudor left a deep palm print on his chest.
“Kuh!?”
The moment the hive stepped back half a step, Tudor flipped the hive and escaped at the speed at which he was running.
“ha ha ha! Stop it if you can!”
After the aces of class B, Baskerville’s trident, were out of the way, there was no one who could stop Tudor.
pop! Puff! bang! Cranky!
Big height, heavy weight, and big size are no match for Tudor.
With the waist of a leopard and the back of a bear, Tudor ran fast and at the same time stamped out anyone who got in his way.
Speed is speed, power is power.
The strongest runner & lineman who has nothing missing is Don Quixote Tudor.
Tudor, who smashed or bypassed all the obstacles in his way, eventually stood in front of the B class goal post.
If you throw a ball through a large Y-shaped iron goal post, you get one point.
Tudor pulled back his arm holding the ball and was ready to score. At that moment, he saw something in his eyes.
“… … !”
It was Bikir, standing absent-mindedly next to the goal post.
It seems that he is not given a particularly important position and is taking the position of a suitable rear defender.
For a moment, a mischievous smile appeared on Tudor’s lips.
‘Isn’t that the guy from Professor Banshee’s lecture in the morning?’
It is memorable for Bikir to answer the theory without any obstruction.
Because of that, his first answer suddenly became a stupid answer.
‘Where can I pamper you for a bit?’
Tudor stopped trying to throw the ball and ran a little further.
I was thinking of bumping Bikir on the shoulder and knocking him to the floor.
‘friend! I hope that this will be an opportunity to focus on sports instead of just studying!’
and.
… puck!
That became Tudor’s last thought.
