BJ Swordmaster

The Royal Knights Academy of Ballaran!

It is an institution that has historically produced excellent articles, and it is known that once you graduate, you will be guaranteed a solidarity as a knight.

Surprisingly, admission conditions were not demanding.

Identity, talent, wealth.

It's a place where you can come in with only one of them.

However, admission was relatively easy, but not graduation.

"Henry Camilton."

"Yes!"

The young man answered loudly at the instructor's call.

I could feel the perfect and good spirit just by hearing his voice.

"Fail. Stand by from behind."

"……Yes!"

The second answer was less powerful than before.

Honest and good spirit and talent as a knight had nothing to do with it.

"As expected, Henry Camilton. Failing again?”

"It's beyond redemption."

"At that point, you know you're not talented in swords."

The murmur penetrated the ears of Henry, a young man.

It was heartbreaking, but it did not respond.

It didn't change anything.

"Stop. Have you forgotten your virtues as a knight?”

A silence came to the instructor's word. But the look was the same. The eyes of ridicule pierced Henry sharply.

"Lexar."

"Yes!"

"From the next class, move to class A."

"Thank you!"

McCree is in class B.

"Thank you!"

"Lucia is……."

Whenever a dull voice continued, joy and sorrow crossed.

Divider system according to performance.

Of course, Class A was the place where the most talented people were gathered, and the bottom was Class F.

So what about Henry Camilton's group?

There wasn't. The reason was that I couldn't even make it to class F.

Failing three times in three years means you don't even have the least talent to deal with Mana.

God damn it. This time, too.

I trained hard.

Other people swung swords even during breaks, and even a holiday, which was given only one day a week, ran alone in the training ground.

Of course there was an effect of training.

Under the thin uniform, there was a solid body.

But no matter how hard he tried, Henry Camilton didn't even feel Mana's presence.

"Lastly…… Rocky. Class C."

"Thank you!"

The faces of the trainees were mixed with joy and sorrow.

Those who went up in half looked more than satisfied, and some who had fallen from time to time were looking down at the ground with desperate expressions.

But not even a little change has happened to Henry.

Of course it was impossible to go up, and there was nowhere else to go down.

"I will be given a week's rest starting tomorrow. It's short for someone, long for someone. I want everyone to have a faithful time with themselves. All right, break up."

"Thank you!"

As soon as the instructor's brief speech was over, the trainees scattered.

He didn't leave out a glance at Henry once in a while.

It was, of course, most of the time, ridicule.

I sometimes felt indifferent, or sympathetic eyes.

'What are they thinking?’

Someone would try to sharpen their skills, and someone would have a good time using their leisure.

I'm sure some of you are looking for your hometown for a short time.

Soon the trainees disappeared like the tide was going down. There was awkward silence, and there were only two instructors and Henry left.

"Henry Camilton."

"Yes."

The instructor said, feeling sorry.

"…I think we need to talk for a while. Come with me."

***

Chief instructor Russo's office was calm.

The necessary things were placed in the necessary places.

A plain, reddish space with no luxury.

"Henry."

The instructor Russo faced Henry, who avoided the gaze.

"Yes."

"You know what a third failure means."

"…It means we have a year left."

The Academy's curriculum is four years.

Having failed four times means that they are still in the first grade until their peers are graduating.

From that moment on, the student was judged to have no talent and was expelled from the academy.

"I've been watching you for the past three years. You know I was more interested in you than any of the instructors here."

"I'm always grateful."

"I know your efforts. The expectation of the family is that his shoulders are heavy, too, but Henry, now...….”

"Mr. Instructor.

For the first time since entering the Academy, Henry has stopped talking to Russo.

"I have to be a knight."

"It's the last year. If you fail even this time, you know you can't be here."

Russo was genuinely worried about Henry.

He was honest, sincere, and passionate than anyone else.

Perhaps one of the students here is the best fit for "chivalry."

"At this rate, all you have left is dishonor, Henry. Fortunately, it's not the first time like you, and the Academy can help you find another way."

"That's what trainer Alex said, too."

"You must have thought about it."

"I'm sorry. I have to be a knight, sir."

It was a strong and determined voice.

But Russo read the desperation contained in it. I couldn't have known. No one in this academy was interested in Henry but himself.

Eventually Russo swallowed the horse in Henry's desperate eyes.

"…I'll do my best to guide you next year."

"Thank you."

"Go. You'll have to keep yourself busy."

Henry left, and Russo, who was left alone, sighed deeply.

I said, "Busy moving.’

What a worthless piece of advice.

None of the Academy's students have ever lived more fiercely than Henry Camilton.

"Talent is very harsh."

On a new note, Russo swept down his face.

***

Camilton's own author.

It was a prestigious family of knights until the predecessors of the predecessors, but after repeated decline, it was now a place where only the aristocracy was maintained.

As a child, Henry Camilton did not even know that nobles were granted a estate and that they lived on taxes from it.

His father, Lord Camilton, held a plow instead of a sword, and so did his mother.

'Your own nickname is like that.’

Henry thought so, and it was the year he was nine that he broke his mind.

He overheard a conversation between a royal official and Earl Camilton who visited the house.

Although he didn't quite understand at a young age, Henry was a clever kid.

The Duke of Camilton failed to fulfill his duties as a nobleman.

Henry Camilton will not have a title.

Henry had never seen Camilton so angry.

"That's when I first heard the expression of a fallen aristocrat.’

It came out of the mouth of a royal official.

Viscount Camilton's anger was not a threat to the official. Rather, in the name of Henry, who came out of his mouth, Lord Camilton dropped his head.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Henry. Your father's incompetence has brought you to this point.」

You have to be a knight, Henry. That's the only way. Be strong, be strong, and regain the honor that your father could not pass on.」

The memory of that day has not been forgotten so far.

Sweat flowed down my back soaked with training.

"Well."

The air was cool. Henry sucked the cool air deep into his lungs. My body froze cold.

I feel a little better.

Arriving at the smoke station, Henry pushed the door open and went inside. Soon there was a warm air unlike the outside.

"As expected, there's no one."

The smoke field was empty.

It was natural that it was hard to find students who were in training until the end of the year.

But Henry Camilton was there.

Squeeze.

I tied the sandbags to my arms and legs. It was to get used to the weight of armor in combat. He grabbed a wooden sword.

"Whoo."

It was a weight that made me feel comfortable. It always has been. When he was in training, Henry's mind would become clear as if it had been emptied.

The sword began to swing.

It was the basic swordsmanship of the Royal Academy. Begin by cutting, stabbing, and cutting up again. The movement was as natural as water, as natural as water.

'Last time.'

Somehow I couldn't completely empty my head today.

Mockings that would normally have been heard and spilled in one ear gradually came to mind.

'I knew it before. That I don't have a gift.'

Everyone here knew it, and Henry, the party involved, was more acutely aware than anyone else.

a talent to the point of desperation

It was a world where you could not become a knight by wielding a sword primitively and training your physical strength.

That's why I paid more attention to other people's eyes.

He tried to look like an exemplary knight trainee to everyone, and it was his daily routine to bend his pride to avoid conflict.

I know there's a way out there, but...….’

The face of chief instructor Russo came to mind.

I remembered the sadness that had shaded on it.

I was grateful, and I knew it was sincere, but Henry couldn't take the advice.

“…….”

The sword cleaved the air.

If it were a real sword, I would have cut anything.

He cut his deep helplessness and his self-esteem to the bottom. I remembered the faces of family members who only expected themselves.

Cut in the air, cut in the air again.

Only then could I empty my mind.

Henry lowered the sword until the beads of sweat flowed down his face.

"Whoo."

I took a deep breath and looked around.

There were still no people.

And then he hesitates.

Henry saw something strange.

[xmtn1877 has entered]

“……?”

There was something written in the air.

It was definitely the first time I saw it. Surprisingly, however, Henry was able to read the content.

You're in?

a short article written in letters that I've never seen before

I could read it, but understanding it was another matter.

But the situation didn't end there.

[Real-time streaming: A medieval knight trainee!]

A letter has been added to the top.

[Current Audience : 1]

The same goes for the bottom.

At a time when he had no idea what was going on, Henry narrowed his forehead and hardened.

[What game is this?] Is it a new movie?

What's a game? A new one?

Middle Ages. Game broadcast. Viewers. Game. New movie.

Of the words listed, there was only one thing Henry could understand.

Article

Henry was an aspiring knight, and that alone might have something to do with Henry himself.

If that's not the case.’

I almost had another option.

"The High Wizards' Trick...… No, maybe it's a mistake.’

It was a perfectly reasonable inference.

Didn't the legendary wizard tell you.

It's safe to say that all high-ranking wizards are crazy.

"Are you a man of magic?”

What's the magic road?]

Surprisingly, he understood the other person's intention this time.

What is the magic way?

Are you teasing me?’

I had that thought for a moment, but it couldn't be.

The opponent is a wizard.

It's not like you're teasing me or asking me because you don't know

It must be a pedantic question.’

It was obvious that Henry was already a man of thought beyond the scope of human beings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

I spoke with the utmost courtesy.

Although the direction may be different, it seemed clear that he had achieved a point of view in his field.

but

[You've got a very boring concept]

[Here we go~ Make it fun~]

[xmtn1877 has left.]

[Current Audience : 0]

So this is what the viewer meant this.’

Number of wizards talking to Henry himself.

The previous wizard must have left in disappointment with his stupid answer.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

He is the self that can't even handle a handful of manas.

I didn't even dare to share a deep question and answer with the wizard.

but

"Why isn't this going away?"

[Real-time streaming: A medieval knight trainee!]

English characters, questions left by the wizard a while ago, and letters with zero viewers.

The mysterious window was just floating unshakably in the air.

"I don't understand at all...….”

The moment I gave up and tried to lift the wooden sword.

[Kimbap heaven manse has entered]

With a strange name, a second wizard appeared.

BJ Swordmaster

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