Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 266

“again.”

22 back rolls.

“next.”

The 13th falls out.

“again.”

The students, who were united with the determination to make other words come out of Eldmia’s mouth besides ‘again’ and ‘next’, believed that their strong will would burn like a furnace in a forge, but as Eldmia threw the 7th place almost halfway through By the time I did it, I felt that it was flickering like a candle.

“It’s too much to do, even if you do this…”

Someone’s muttering, not arguing or feeling unfair, just popped out of dejection and permeated everyone’s hearts after the sparring.

The first time the barbell was thrown unilaterally and rolled on the floor, repeating exactly 3 minutes. The students up to the 25th who had been competing with him predicted their future. they were better After making up my mind, I was able to prepare to regard Eldmia as a teacher.

However, the students who believed that there was a clear difference in ability from those in the lower ranks were different. Some of them felt sorry for the lower ranks, which were lethargic, and others waited for their turn with confidence that they would pass 3 minutes. The fact that Eldmia showed signs of physical struggle while repeatedly sparring with the lower ranks must have played a part in igniting their confidence. Yes, 30 minutes with only 10 people. It’s never easy.

“It’s not easy to pretend to be tough. Next 20th place.”

As if she had anticipated the reaction of such students, Eldmia’s breath, which had been thrown out exactly in 3 minutes to the 21st place, returned to the beginning again, and when she called the 20th place as if nothing was wrong, the smiles disappeared from the lips of the students in the middle ranks. they realized too late. That Eldmia pretended to be weak and induced the students to struggle.

All the students in the lower ranks struggled until the end. The better-performing midfielders had no choice but to give their all.

“again.”

‘Please let me exceed 3 minutes.’ The moment I reached 15th place and filled 3 minutes, my wish changed to ‘Please, I hope I can’t finish 3 minutes because it’s hard for me.’ Even those who have considered themselves objective in their own skills look closely at the students rolling on the floor for three minutes, sweating in cold sweats in the hope that they will somehow help them in their practice.

Either that or not, Eldmia only rolled for 3 minutes equally. It wasn’t until around the time that they rolled all the way to 4th place, shattering everyone’s wishes without pulling out their swords, that Eldmia’s age came to mind in the minds of the despairing students. And he came up with a defense mechanism for perfect mental victory.

It’s genius. Is that a genius or is it a genius? At that time, Eldmia recited like a ghost.

“That guy is a genius. Those are the faces that think like that.”

Even if they noticed that he was thinking that way, the eyes of the students gathered at him, who still spoke calmly even though it was difficult to say because it was a public pretense.

“You who have maintained top grades among hundreds of students at the Royal Academy and have taken practical courses are hardworking, and I am strong because I am a genius… Isn’t it interesting what other students who can’t take this class will think? Next.”

The students bowed their heads as they watched the 3rd place Kalitz jump up from his seat with eyes shining with anticipation at his command and jump up onto the arena. Then, in anger, he raised his head again.

no? anyway it is At least you’re a genius who works hard, isn’t it? Half of the thought, half of the thought that it would be different from Kalitz.

“You’re the friend I saw last time.”

Eldmia still reacted calmly and did not even pull out her sword. Thanks to this, doubts began to rise among the students. Actually, isn’t that sword decoration and Eldmia a martial artist? Swept away by the name of the guillotine, I unconsciously thought he was a swordsman, but he was a martial artist with great skill, so he struck his neck with a sword. There’s a lot of potential given that he’s not inferior to that Kalitz.

“i look forward to!”

But Kalitz did not care at all and drew his sword. Then, for the first time, Eldmia, who had been just sparring without saying anything, expressed her doubts for the first time.

“A one-handed sword?”

“That’s right!”

“What about the shield?”

“ha ha ha!”

Kalitz answered with a charge with a lively laugh.

“I see. The third answer.”

Eldmia also rushed forward, praising him for hiding his weapon and not missing an opportunity to take advantage. When the enemy is unknown, it was considered overly overconfident by the students who made it a basis to step back and observe the situation. Above all, they already knew the structure of Kalitz’s shield.

That’s why he had no doubt that Eldmia would eat a big blow.

That was until the first sword was drawn from his waist and cut through the air.

“Uh…? Huh?”

Even though the sword didn’t hit at all, Kalitz’s eyes, filled with great embarrassment, turned to the bracelet he was wearing on his right wrist. Apparently, the mana that had been connected until just now was cut off like a lie, and it reached the point where the mana shield could not be activated.

“You are not the only one who has hidden cards.”

He belatedly moved his attention to Eldmia, but Kalitz couldn’t avoid his kick. Noticing that the attack was more like a strong kick than a blow to the stomach, and despite his efforts to resist, Kalitz had to roll back and roll on the floor.

“again.”

In the end, Kalitz, like the others, was able to come down the arena only after suffering for three minutes. Other students felt a strange sense of kinship with the desolate appearance, and at the same time felt that the sense of shame and deprivation they had felt before was strangely offset.

It seemed like if I could just rob Ogatorp for 3 minutes with my bare hands, I would be able to take all of this for granted. No matter what method they used, Eldmia didn’t use a sword, except for when she destroyed Kalitz’s mana shield, so it looked like there was a good chance.

“next.”

However, their hopes were dashed as soon as Griffith stepped up to the arena and took his stance.

“Get out and fall with bare hands within 1 minute. Hold on for 3 minutes with a sword. Choose.”

Everyone was surprised by Eldmia’s answer, which openly assured Grywills that she couldn’t control her strength. Some doubted their ears. Did that person have some kind of fighting power meter attached to his eyes? On what basis? However, Griffith still smiled and thought for a moment before answering calmly.

“…I would like the latter. I’m really curious, but what are the alternative criteria?”

Instead of answering, Eldmia walked to the corner of the arena and took off her cape. While the eyes of both men and women were focused on the figure of her body, which had been hidden by the fluttering cape until now, clearly showing off her presence even over her clothes, Eldmia, who returned to her place, looked at Griffith for a moment with her head tilted tilted. After watching it, he drew his sword and slowly took his stance.

The process of moving the tip of the longsword tilted horizontally at head height toward Griffith was not quick at all. Even so, seeing Eldmia’s sword fixed perfectly at his face without any shaking, Griffith felt goose bumps.

As if time had stopped just like that, Eldmia belatedly replied, assuming a perfect immobility posture.

“If you look at your posture, you will get an estimate.”

I couldn’t understand it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, but I could understand it because I had already seen it. The stance Eldmia was taking was one of the basics of kingdom swordsmanship, and it was so common that even third-rate swordsmanship was roughly copied, so it was impossible not to know.

At the same time, it was also a posture that he had practiced tens of thousands of times.

Feeling like he was about to cry, as if seeing the perfect posture he had been longing for, Griffith threw away the middle position and assumed the same posture as Eldmia. Looking at herself like that, just a slight nod of her head lifted her mood as if she was being recognized for what she had practiced.

“You’re sincere. What’s your name?”

“Gree…Wills.”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

I’m a year older than you. Unlike Griffith, who believed that she had been training without being ashamed for a moment, but felt ashamed this time, wondering if she had been lazy, Eldmia shook her head as if she was dumbfounded.

“This is why geniuses can’t do it. They’re very good at making people collapse.”

“Honestly, I have to say this. Isn’t that what we’re talking about?”

“Uh. That’s not what you guys are saying. Don’t talk nonsense. Show everything.”

Did he actually lie about his age? Of course, that didn’t matter anyway, so Griffith dug in with all his might in line with Eldmia’s words. And at the same time as the gap narrowed, he turned his wrist and swung his sword to strike down Eldmia’s sword.

Trusting his intuition, he decided that it would be better to destroy the current position and continue the next one than to aim for the wrist, and the sword he swung flew straight into Eldmia. It was an instant fight since they were using the same aura. Based on Eldmia changing her stance and lightly moving her sword to release an attack, all sorts of scenarios began to unfold in Griffith’s head.

However, Eldmia did not move until the moment swords collided. The moment when you question whether you are going to see how to deal with it when you show a gap.

-Chaeeng!

Griffith’s sword, which had been swung, bounced back as if it had struck a rock.

“It’s neat. Let’s look at blocking it.”

Even though it was an all-out attack, there was no significant shaking, so there was no time to be frightened. Grywils, who managed to avoid the stab that pierced himself with a disordered posture, struck a follow-up blow that had the momentum to cut the temple of Eldmia spinning like water. I was dumbfounded and almost laughed.

Of course, there was no time for that. He was in a hurry just to block Eldmia’s continuous attack as if he was not breathing.

Some with his eyes or with his senses, while spitting up blood for other attacks, the movements he practiced instinctively jumped out, so Griffith, who was able to endure it, eventually became exhausted and lay down on the battlefield as soon as the three minutes were completed. After staring up at the sky and barely breathing, Griffith remembered that he had never rolled on the floor.

While his eyes were spinning, Eldmia, who had approached him, looked down and asked.

“Do you feel the worth of training to the extent that swordsmanship is imprinted on your body?”

“…yes. I can feel it.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Don’t fret.”

It was a nonchalant remark, but as if he knew how hard he had worked, Griffith cried a little, using the rain of sweat in his eyes as an excuse.