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[Translator – Rainypup]
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Chapter 111: The Shame Starts Now
The 'Swordsmanship Sparring Event Hall' of the Academy Sword Society was the largest event in the academy. The club rented out an entire training ground to accept challengers and offered generous prizes such as expensive artifacts and scrolls, as well as weapons of great craftsmanship.
Therefore, the competition held by the Academy Sword Society at every festival was a hot topic and very popular among the students. Above all, since it was a competition that only 'non-majors' could participate in, there was a certain possibility of victory.
“Usually, you can’t advance because of the rule that if you win five times in a row, you have to compete against the Academy Sword Society, right?”
The event offered generous prizes and prize money. Due to its size, even a moderate winning streak could result in prize money and appropriate prizes.
But if left as-is, it would eventually die out and they would have to give prizes to another department, so of course there was a safety net.
“Usually, the final winner is from the Swordsmanship Department. To be exact, from the Academy Sword Society.”
"So, you're saying that since a few years ago, it was a swordsmanship competition, but magic, summoning, and other techniques were also allowed?"
From the Academy Sword Society’s point of view, it was an event held to show off the club's size, wealth, and influence. Therefore, it was impossible for a non-major from outside the swordsmanship department or the club to win.
“This student isn’t from our department and he’s not even a member of the club, but he’s beating everyone up with a sword...?”
But this year things seemed to be different.
Dane Sogres.
He showed up out of nowhere and applied to participate, and soon started knocking opponents down in one or two rounds.
“I-I surrender!”
A third year Martial Arts student who bravely took on the challenge surrendered after the tip of a sword was aimed at his neck after just one round.
"...Did you just see that? What happened?"
“I-I couldn’t see anything...”
“With this, he’s already subdued more than ten people in an hour...”
The eyes of the students watching naturally turned toward the magic scoreboard, where the cumulative prize money was displayed.
A win that was more than ten times in one hour.
The results included one member of the Academy Sword Society.
So far, a total of twenty-eight challengers had been defeated.
Dane had repeated this process five times, dealing with five non-majors and one club member. Now, he only had to deal with one non-major before dealing with a club member again.
It was an unprecedented record and an unprecedented event.
‘Damn it all.’
'What should we do? If he takes all the prize money, we're ruined!'
‘If he goes as far as winning the artifacts, we won’t even be able to get our initial investment back...’
The expressions on the faces of the Academy Sword Society members were as rotten and green as the swamps of an old forest.
The way the competition went was simple.
A challenger stepped forward and challenged the winner. For every five consecutive wins, you had to face a club member.
It was a safety net—one that allowed the Academy Sword Society to save face and prevent financial loss.
That was why it usually only ended in a five-game win streak. After all, a non-major was a non-major.
Of course, they did pay bonuses based on the number of wins.
But Dane... of course he won.
“How much is all that?”
“Oh my gosh, there are already 70 gold crowns piled up.”
“I hope he really humbles those arrogant Academy Sword Society members while he’s at it.”
It seemed like he would take all the accumulated prize money.
70 gold crowns.
It was the total amount of the entry fee and the winning prize.
What if he took all of it?
The financial hit wasn’t the only problem. It would make a huge dent in the club’s pride.
"Next."
No one dared challenge him.
This, too, was a problem. If the opponents were too strong and there were no challengers, the prize money would not accumulate and the event itself would be ruined.
“How does that make sense?”
"No, didn't he pass the entrance exam with a spear?"
“He’s also good at swordsmanship...?”
"Isn't it just that he's so good at spearmanship that it looks like he's good at swordsmanship, too?"
“No matter what, the probability of the students from the Swordsmanship Department being completely embarrassed increases.”
The students had a hard time believing that Dane was talented with the sword. Of course, everyone already saw him use one during the special summoner exam, but people didn’t easily believe what they didn’t see with their own eyes.
Especially when it was hard to admit it like now.
However, apart from this—
“Looks good. Look at that expression.”
“Every time I thought I was winning, I was immediately eliminated.”
“This is manipulation.”
“They are the kind of people who usually do whatever they want.”
Although the event itself was popular, there were also complaints about the usual behavior of some of the swordsmanship students and the event where the club members ended up being the winners. So Dane, who seemed to have no opponents right now, naturally had plenty of support.
“Are there no more?” Dane asked, but it was quiet.
“...”
Dane chuckled. “I came here because they said it was a big event, but it was nothing special.”
Thanks to that, the members of the Academy Sword Society were literally dumbfounded. If things continued like this, the event and everything would be ruined.
"Can't we invalidate his participation?"
“Damn it, he’s not from our major! Anyone who isn’t a swordsman can participate!”
“Damn it!”
Just as the organizers were stamping their feet, not knowing what to do...
“Is that him?”
President of the Academy Sword Society, currently the only quad-level swordsman in the Swordsmanship Department, appeared.
Conrad.
“P-President.”
The members in charge of the event bowed their heads as if they had committed a mortal sin. There was the respect they had for Conrad’s skills and background, but more than anything, they knew that Conrad thought very highly of this event.
“He’s ruining our event right now.”
Strictly speaking, he wasn’t ruining it. That was only from the organizer's point of view.
After all, Dane, who had passed the entrance exam for the Autonomous Department by testing Magic, Summoning, and Spearmanship, was participating in the event in a completely normal way.
“Twenty-eight consecutive wins?” Conrad's eyebrows twitched.
Dane was currently on a twenty-eight win streak. That meant he’d taken down four club members.
A non-major did something like that.
“How can such a crazy thing...”
At that moment, a challenger stepped forward.
“I am Elton Brigga, a 4th-year Martial Arts student. I challenge you to a duel, Dane Sogres!”
And after a while...
“W-winner. Dane... Sogres!”
The record of twenty-eight consecutive wins became twenty-nine consecutive wins -
Conrad recalled that the record winning streak was twenty-nine.
Currently a tie record.
If he got one more win...
'That will never happen.'
Conrad whispered urgently to the vice president, “Get ready now.”
"What?"
“You know what I mean.”
“...”
There should be no variables in this event. This was especially true when it came to events hosted by the huge club 'Academy Sword Society'.
That was the only way to preserve tradition and history.
They couldn’t stand by and watch that boy not only break the winning streak but also ruin the event itself. If that happened, there would be no greater shame.
How many alumni were sponsoring this event right now, and how many of them could be recognized by name?
“If I appear early on the second day, then next time...”
“Did you really expect defeat just now?”
“No, that’s not it!”
"Then go and win, Vice President."
"...All right."
Twenty-nine consecutive wins.
The Autonomous Department.
A genius who passed the difficult exams with spearmanship, magic, and summoning, and now suppressed specialists with swordsmanship.
'Hey, I can't possibly lose, right?'
Three cores.
A skill level that was quite high—no, quite incomparable in the entire Swordsmanship Department.
Looking at the faces of those who had faced Dane so far, they were at best 2-core.
It was a world of difference from 3-core.
‘Hold on.’
By the way, was it simply because of interest in this sparring event that Dane Sogres suddenly appeared?
No.
Anyone could see that it was because he was provoked.
As evidence, Dane was now looking at the Academy Sword Society members who had gathered with a cold gaze—as if to show off.
“You dare interrupt our club event? You’re a club with only four members...” Conrad openly provoked without even realizing Dane’s state of mind.
"Interrupt?" Dane laughed. “Isn’t this a huge club? There wasn’t anyone worth fighting until I reached twenty-nine games in a row.”
“How arrogant of a junior!”
“I’m from the Autonomous Department, not the Swordsmanship Department. I’m definitely not from your club.”
Dane added coldly, “You started the interference. In a funny way, I mean.”
“...!”
Did he know? But Conrad couldn't show it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated.
“You’ll find out soon.”
Looking at Dane, who argued fearlessly against him in front of so many club members, Conrad scolded the vice-president, “What are you doing?”
“I-I’m going.”
“Go and win. No matter what it takes.”
No matter what it took
The vice president pondered those words, accepted a practice sword from a junior member of the club, and entered the sparring ground.
“Yes, just as mentioned, the Vice President of the Academy Sword Society is coming out!”
The host's voice, which had been depressed due to Dane's crazy winning streak, became lively again, and the club members who had been planted in the middle of the crowd whistled.
“Win!”
“Knock that arrogant bastard down!”
However, something strange was happening.
One of the students who had always looked at the Swordsmanship Department's behavior unfavorably suddenly shouted.
“You don’t want to give out prize money, so you let the vice president participate!”
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For a moment, there was silence in the sparring hall.
Too blunt.
However, there was no immediate rebuttal.
Rather, others had similar thoughts, but due to the power of the swordsmanship department and the club, they hadn’t said anything. Now that someone mentioned it, they all rose up.
“Yeah! You’re too stingy!"
“Are you sending out 3-core players against non-majors?”
“Now is the time to break all the records!”
Anyway, it seemed like everyone had a lot of complaints.
This competition had a huge amount of prize money and great prizes, but in the end, the Swordsmanship Department took it all.
Of course, participation was your own choice. No one threatened them with a knife.
However...
“Dane, win!”
“Go, Sogres!”
“You damn bastards from the Swordsmanship Department!”
The backlash was no joke, perhaps due to the karma of having caused as much trouble as the Magic Department and ignoring students from other departments.
“Wh-what is this...?”
Conrad was taken aback by the one-sided cheering, and the vice president looked as if he was dying.
“Alright, let’s start the spar! Everyone, please be quiet!”
The sparring match was about to begin only after the referee had barely managed to restrain the students.
'I can win. He’s already fought against twenty-eight people!'
The vice president thought Dane must be quite tired by now.
'Yes, if I use the technique that my father taught me...’
The vice president thought of the family's secret, the Magic Vortex. It was a technique that swirled mana around a sword, delivering a powerful shock upon impact.
Even President Conrad was impressed by this technique.
If he did it properly, it'd be enough to break even a practice sword.
'If the weapon breaks, it is my victory.'
The Empire's 'Standard Sparring Rules' stated that if a weapon broke, was dropped, hit the ground, or was surrendered, it would be considered defeat.
The vice president was aiming for that.
'I need to finish it quickly.'
And finally—
“Let the spar begin!”
The spar had begun.
Tatak!
The vice president pointed his sword and rushed forward, ignoring the tense atmosphere that surrounded him.
Then, he slashed down with his sword.
‘I got him!’
But that was a mistake.
“Ugh!”
His sword cut through the air, and his body swayed. Dane turned to the side and swung his sword.
“Ugh!”
Clang!
He barely managed to block the attack with a stern stance and stepped back.
‘It was just an instant, but I couldn’t see anything.’
Cold sweat ran down his back.
The spar almost ended like that.
This was ridiculous.
Even though the attack missed, it was surprising that a triple-class swordsman like him missed.
'No way...'
Did that mean that Dane’s level was much higher than his?
“What are you doing? Are you going to surrender?”
"Eiiiik!"
The vice president rushed in again. He had to prove that his hypothesis was wrong.
However—
Whoosh!
Fwoosh!
Swish!
The sword only cut through empty space.
And every time—
Clang!
Clang!
Clank!
Dane's sword strike hit without fail.
He managed to stop it just in time—
“Ugh!”
He stumbled and barely managed to hold on to his sword, unable to block the last sword strike.
“I-is the vice president being overwhelmed right now?”
“Wasn’t he a triple-class? Dane’s stronger than that?”
“Damn... He doesn’t even look tired at all.”
Dane, on the other hand, looked calm. Without losing a breath, as if it was the first time he was fighting today.
'This can't be happening.'
The vice president drew out all his mana and finally activated his family's secret technique, the Magic Vortex.
Whoong!
No one would notice. It was a technique that only swirled mana inside the sword and then popped out the moment it hit.
'Go!'
The vice president charged at Dane, kicking the ground harder than before, and when he finally reached him, he held his sword straight up and slashed straight down.
'Got him.'
The vice president's mind was filled with images of Dane's sword colliding with his own, breaking into two and rolling on the floor.
However—
Whiiiirl!
Dane, who had been acting like he was going to block it, turned his body so fast that he couldn't be seen for a moment...
Bang!
The sword that cut through the air crashed down to the ground.
And everyone saw.
“Wh-what is that?”
“Why is the ground split like that?”
“Mana! He used mana!”
The ground had split open and shattered into pieces because the mana was so strong.
At the same time—
Clang!
Dane hooked his sword onto the vice president's sword, which was stuck in the ground, and pulled it into the air.
Thump!
The sword soared into the sky, spun around, and fell in front of the vice president.
It was defeat.
“...”
“...”
Dane chuckled as everyone watched in a daze.
“According to the standard Imperial sparring rules, if you charge your weapon with mana during a sparring match, you will be considered defeated.”
“...”
“Mana should only be used on real swords, right?”
Dane's voice was clearly heard by everyone.
What he was saying was that the vice president was sparring while breaking the sacred rules of sparring.
“He even dropped his weapon.” Dane looked back at the referee, speaking in a cold voice. “Referee, aren’t you going to declare the results of the spar?”
The referee stared blankly at the two, then suddenly startled and shouted reflexively, “W-winner! Dane Sogres!”
Cheers echoed throughout the arena.
“That’s awesome!”
“He won against the vice president of the Sword Society!”
“He completely overwhelmed him!”
“Those damn bastards! They even put mana into their weapons! Has it been like this every year?”
“You damn scammers!”
Cheers and criticism erupted from all sides, and dark clouds gathered over the faces of the Academy Sword Society members.
That was the very definition of humiliation.
The longest winning streak was broken just like that.
“This fucking shit...”
Conrad's fists began to tremble.
However, the real humiliation was about to begin.
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