Chapter 11 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (3)

Chapter 11 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (3)

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Chapter 11 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (3)

The score in the friendly match had reached a dire 4-0. But in the blink of an eye, it was tied.

In just 4 minutes. 1 minute per person. It was more like 10 seconds per person with the time it took to rearrange the arena.

It was only natural for the swordsmanship club to desperately call for a time-out.

“Hold on! Hold on! Time! Tactical time-out!”

How was that possible?! Huh? Did that even make sense!!

How could a man break a sword with his bare fist!

It seemed too much even for an expert!

The members who barely managed to get a time-out huddled together.

“This, we’ll lose every match at this rate. Seniors.”

“We can’t win with the people we have here. The remaining match will surely end in 1 minute!”

“I think so too. We can’t handle that right now.”

‘That.’ Yes, that’s right. Not that person, not that student, but ‘that.’

Where else in the world could someone shatter military-grade weapons with their bare hands!

...Okay, let’s say you could have done it. It might have been possible if one had tried a hundred times.

However, it was normal for the fist that struck the sword to be equally cut in half.

Even those with martial-type abilities did not have bodies as hard as steel.

That was a defense-type specialty, not a martial-type strength.

In other words, the performance that the new student just displayed wasn’t simply based on their ability.

Transcendental durability that far surpasses people with special abilities. An overwhelming physique. It might as well be considered that he received another special ability.

“Hey! Swordsmanship club? Your time-out is over.”

Those cowards! Bringing a monster into a human fight!

This was a clear violation of the war agreement!

Yes, it was!

“Let’s postpone the match for now. We also need to use our secret weapon.”

“Our secret weapon, you ask?”

“Don’t we have ‘that person’ in our club?”

Third-year student’s words made the fourth-year leader gasp.

“Are you serious about that, junior?”

“Yes, senior. I am very serious and desperate.”

“Nah. It’s not that I don’t understand my junior. I also want to win this too. Still... calling ‘that person’ for a friendly club match seems a bit excessive don’t you think?”

The other members nodded their heads at those words.

The swordsman club had an official president and a publicly recognized ace. However, if you look the unofficial way, the club’s center and true ace was someone else.

They remained silent because this person was not someone to be called upon lightly.

“I will do my best to ask them. I happen to be close to them after all, ”

“That’s... true.”

“We can’t just surrender this friendly match without a fight. For the glory of our swordsmanship club! For a comfortable club room! We must win!”

They didn’t know about glory. Honestly, that word was a bit too strong for club activities. But the club room? Comfortable, cozy, and most importantly, spacious?

‘We can’t let this go.’

‘The club room is a serious matter!’

The conclusion was reached. The timeout had also ended.

“Our swordsmanship club!”

What about the swordsmanship club?

“We request to postpone the friendly match with the martial arts club!”

However, as a professor, he had to remain neutral.

He wanted to urgently transfuse Deus’s blood, but even that was uncertain.

‘I was worried that the kids would lose the club room... Student Deus...! Thank you so much!!’

He wanted to find Deus right away and shake his hands.

He also wanted to offer him to buy his dinner for a whole week.

That would be a small price for him to pay for putting the swordsmanship club in their place!

“Heehee! See, Mr. Hunter? I can see it all even through your sunglasses! Heeheehee!”

“Ah, no! Professor Tiamat! I’m really not feeling anything special!”

“If you’re not feeling anything special, why don’t you take off your sunglasses and show me your eyes?!”

Although hidden by sunglasses from others, Professor Hunter’s eyes were currently sparkling like the surface of a sunlit lake. They were literally doe eyes.

The sunglasses were a result of his attempt to hide his gentle gaze.

“The look on the swordsmanship club advisor’s face must have been priceless!”

“Just thinking about it guarantees me a week of sweet dreams. Hehehe.”

“Sounds like they’ve been through a lot!”

Professor Tiamat was hopping around next to Professor Hunter like a puppy.

“But, Mr. Hunter?”

Then, as if something had happened, her face suddenly changed to a serious expression.

“This must have made the swordsmanship club pretty desperate.”

“...Probably. No, it is highly likely.”

The martial arts club broke tradition and even used the extreme measure of a temporary member.

Since they crossed the line first, the swordsmanship club has nothing to hold them back.

“They might even ask ‘that student’ for help.”

That student. Mr. Hunter’s face hardened at Professor Tiamat’s mention.

A tradition for all incoming freshmen. The Cradle’s initiation ceremony.

Almost all of the promising students from there became the aces of their year.

Some of them even showed talent comparable to professors later on.

‘Deus was like that among this year’s freshmen, and ‘that student’ was like that three years ago.’

The student that came to both Professor Tiamat’s and Mr. Hunter’s minds.

The top prospect of the Cradle three years ago. The current top student in the fourth-year.

The current leader of the dispatch team. Above all, a disciple of the Saber, the best superhuman in the empire.

Even the teachers click their tongues at that student’s swordsmanship.

Why else would such a comment be openly circulating?

“It’s very difficult to gauge their depth.”

These weren’t the words of students. They were the words of the teachers at the Cradle.

All of them were once promising students at the Cradle, and now they were the most skilled superhumans.

That was what the teachers at the Cradle were.

And those people made such a comment about a current student, not even a graduate.

“This... I’m starting to worry if it was a good thing that Deus helped the club.”

Even Professor Hunter, who was happy just a moment ago reacted this way. Professor Tiamat thought for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I don’t think you need to worry! Mr. Hunter!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Hehehe!”

Of course. He was a student who didn’t even go all out against a professor.

Recalling the sparring match with Deus a few days ago, Professor Tiamat smiled.

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