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I Became A Fake Blind Swordsman In The Academy

Piercing Eyepatch of Wisdom-[Legendary] -Experience gain increased by 500% -Weak spot detection skill level increased by 300% -Critical damage increased by 300% -Doesn't block the wearer's field of view ...In fact, I can see clearly. N/T: This is not my own novel or translation. I am currently machine-translating the novel, so please do not expect a flawless translation as I am using Google Translate. Also, if your brain dies reading this MTL novel, then it’s not my fault. Please don’t comment about the translation quality because, again, it’s Google translation. If you want to complain, then complain to Google.

PurePearl · Fantasi
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193 Chs

Chapter 83 - 83. Open Classes (6)

Second day of open classes, early morning.

Before entering the Colosseum, I took some time to meet someone.

Inside the room where there was still silence.

On the other side, the Sword Saint, Chris, was looking at me with a light smile.

In the game, if you draw the interest of the swordsman and become 'attention of the swordsman', the swordsman would come and talk to you during open classes.

However, it was to the extent that the level of the skill went up while talking to him and hinting at tips on swordsmanship.

I didn't have a separate seat like this.

Still, considering the ripple effect of the reverse, it had to be seen as a natural result.

Sierra, as I expected...

...I couldn't bear to live.

Sierra's eyes, which were glaring at the Sword Saint, showed a murderous intent as if they were going to rush in and bite him at any moment.

The Sword Saint also seemed to sense this dark murder.

I couldn't blame Sierra for that.

Because I know very well what she's talking about.

'I thought it would turn out like this...'

I was just thinking about how to break through this situation.

She expected to come face to face with him, but was not expecting what she would say.

In the end, it was the Sword Saint, Chris, who broke the cold silence that continued without a formal greeting.

"Have you and I ever met? We're spouting death as if we're enemies... But I can't really remember."

He didn't bother talking back.

That was the first thing I said without even saying hello.

I didn't have any ill feelings toward him, but he, unable to notice Sierra's presence, must have mistakenly thought that I was trying to kill him.

Will it become a deep bad relationship with him?

No, maybe it should have been taken for granted.

As a disciple of Sierra, I could never have a good relationship with him.

If there's one thing I'm curious about, it's that for some reason the smile didn't disappear from the corner of Chris's mouth when he said that to me.

[You're quite relaxed, Chris. ...Is it funny? ]

Then Sierra's bloody voice echoes.

"Haha, to live. We've never met separately. I just want to surpass the swordsman... I'd appreciate it if you could see it as excessive 'motivation'."

It was an absurd excuse even for me.

But Chris didn't care too much about it.

What Chris said next was that it didn't matter.

"Hmm... I want to surpass the sword castle..."

"..."

"I called you like this because I wanted to make a proposal to you."

"A proposal...?"

To my question, the Sword Saint answered with a smile, showing his teeth.

"Hey, how would you like to be my disciple?"

"Yes?"

I couldn't hide my embarrassment at Chris' suggestion that followed.

'Disciple...'

If you say you want to surpass him, then what kind of nonsense are you asking him to become his disciple?

In the first place, even in the game, the swordsman couldn't learn the swordsmanship no matter what he did. He did not accept more disciples because of the presence of Kaen.

[Disciple... Pull out your sword right now... Right now...!! ]

Sierra couldn't hold back her anger at this and shouted at her to fight the swordsman.

Despite her urging, I didn't draw my sword.

Anyway, that was a bunch.

[Dare to take the original woman's disciple... The original woman's offering...]

Sierra growled.

She was completely emotionally charged.

"When I saw your swordsmanship this time, I suddenly thought of it. Your swordsmanship and mine... If these two swordsmanships are combined, I wonder if the strongest swordsmanship that has never existed in history will be used."

But regardless of whether or not Sierra was killing it, Chris calmly carried on with her.

"I don't know why, but it seems like he has a deep grudge against me... Then I've been thinking about becoming my disciple in order to surpass me. What do you think?"

Chris' solemn voice echoes in her room.

He had a very serious look.

Geomseong was a very unique character, but it was clear that he wasn't joking at all.

'If I learn the swordsmanship of the swordsman, I will definitely become stronger than I am now.'

I don't know if the Sword Master's swordsmanship and Sierra's reversal could be combined, but judging from how he said that, it seemed like he had an idea.

Certainly, the strongest swordsmanship might be born by combining the two swordsmanship.

'But...'

It didn't work.

It meant nothing to Sierra to go beyond the swordsman like that.

To follow the Sword Saint would be to lose Sierra.

So, my answer was fixed.

"I already have one teacher. So even if you say that, I think it would be unreasonable to accept the offer."

I drew the line firmly.

[ ... ]

Sierra listened to my answer and soon became quiet.

She seemed to be controlling her emotions.

"Oh... Yes, that's right. I didn't know there was a teacher. I thought it must be the one you created because it's the first swordsmanship I've ever seen in my life..."

There was a lot of regret in Chris' voice.

"It can't be. My swordsmanship is all swordsmanship made by Master."

"...Then I ask you one last thing. Who is your teacher? I have met many swordsmen while wandering around my continent, but I have never seen anyone who uses such swordsmanship. Gengar related."

He was asking

Who is my master

There was no reason to hide it until now.

Sierra and her teeth were also over.

"My master..."

***

Zeto announced the teacher's name and immediately left, saying that he would be late for an open class.

So Chris, who was left alone in the room, could hardly get up from his seat.

Shortly thereafter, Chris, who had been blankly opening his mouth, suddenly starts laughing.

"Haha... I see, it was like that. Someone said it was 'her' disciple..."

With Jeto's last words, he was able to find out who his teacher was.

"Ja-wol... Were you alive? No, if you were alive... You would have come to find me yourself."

Even for Chris, Sierra was an unforgettable presence even after decades passed.

'Sword Saint, sparring.'

'Keuhup... I'll let you eat, but.'

'...Pull out the sword.'

Chris recalled his past with Sierra, who would pull out his sword and ask for a sparring without even trying.

"Heh heh... I didn't know he had a disciple..."

Chris grinned and murmured.

He also questioned the whereabouts of Sierra, who had suddenly disappeared, but he wondered if her long-term illness was holding her back.

...And it seems that it actually was.

Perhaps by the time Sierra perfected her swordsmanship, her body was already intact.

"Mmm, yes..."

Then it made sense.

Since Jetto is a disciple of 'Sierra', the whole situation was understandable.

The life he felt.

A powerful swordsmanship he had never seen before.

He even flatly refused to become the swordsman's disciple.

'Has her will led to her disciple?'

Chris swallowed bitterness at the thought of Sierra passing away, but she couldn't help but admire her ridiculous tenacity.

'It's strange to feel that life is in the air...'

Is there a reason why Zeto is blind?

Until that point, even Chris couldn't understand it, and the ghost had to weep.

Chris, resting her chin on her sofa and recalling the situation from before, shook her head slightly.

"By the way... I guess it was because she made a sword to defeat me..."

Now that this had happened, there was something he had to give up.

Chris couldn't hide his regret.

Chris' sword in one hand.

Sierra's swordsmanship in the other hand.

"I was wondering if I could see the strongest swordsmanship being made that could be called flawless."

Chris sighed and clicked his tongue.

'It was something that attracted me to the extent that I tried to make a disciple somehow...'

Originally, Chris had no intention of having any other students besides Kaen. That is, until she met Jeto.

She faced Jeto and, considering the murderous feeling she felt from him, made it a condition that she jump over herself... It was something he never imagined that Sierra would be his teacher.

"Is there really no way..."

He was mad about the sword.

It wasn't just Sierra that her tenacity was strong.

"For a moment."

Chris, who was deeply troubled, reached an idea and took out something he was carrying in his arms.

It was a letter from Kaen, his disciple whom he had raised like his granddaughter.

It was because he remembered how Kaen, whom he had met during lunch yesterday, recited excitedly about Zeto.

Chris reads the letter again.

I looked a little more carefully this time.

Especially the part where Kaen mentioned the blind swordsman Zeto.

Kaen seemed quite friendly with Jeto.

No, it wasn't to the extent that she seemed familiar, Kaen seemed to like Jetto quite a bit.

After reading through the letter, Chris thought.

'It doesn't have to be connected to Jeto.'

Wouldn't it be very natural for mother and father's swordsmanship to be passed on to their children?

It was even a situation where Kaen was hiding that she was her own disciple.

Having reached such an idea, he slowly draws a picture in his head.

Sword Saint's apprentice and Jawol's apprentice meet eyes.

A man and a woman make love.

Soon, a child is born between the two.

When the child grows up, he will inherit his parent's swordsmanship.

"...Can they fit together like this?!"

Chris admired the idea he came up with.

Then he thought

She thought about asking Kaen three times if it wasn't time to find her mate.

Maybe he didn't have to completely give up the strongest swordsmanship he had hoped for.

'It may be a little late until it's completed, but...'

When Chris thought about it, he smiled brightly as if he was quite satisfied.

She might have been Chris, who had lived her entire life looking at the sword, or Chris, who had no idea what love between a man and a woman was.

He didn't even have Kaen's or Zeto's intentions in mind.

Whether it was when I was sparring with Sierra or now.

Chris still only knew the sword.