All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 17

9. Proved It – 1

When the two of them presented their artifacts, Grajin and Oerina were taken aback.

“Uh… well. I didn’t prepare anything.”

“Me neither. Haha. That just means I trust you that much, Ian. You can do it, right?”

The girl with short, dark green hair, Oerina, raised a finger and smiled brightly.

As Ian nodded, Class C instructor Blackwood and Class B instructor Aranse stood on the platform.

“The side that captures the opponent’s flag first wins.”

“Also, attacking a surrendered opponent will result in severe disciplinary action. Be careful.”

Those with grudges often feign accidents during these training exercises to inflict serious injuries.

Even with warnings, accidents frequently occur, so the temple healers are always present.

“Ian, may the Saint be with you. I’ll be cheering for you.”

Willis, who was waiting, waved his hand and cheered.

Ian gave him a slight bow.

“Thank you.”

“Prepare yourselves!!”

The training ground for the cooperative battle was an artificial mountain prepared by the academy.

When all of Class B gathered at the base, Ian grabbed the flag.

“No matter what happens, we won’t lose the flag.”

“Yeah. Well, with your skills, I guess not.”

Balla said, holding his battle axe. Ian pointed beyond the hill where Class C would be.

“I don’t know if this will be a reward, but if we win, I’ll give you extra training for about a week.”

The students who had received Ian’s guidance lit up.

“Won’t it be too much trouble? You’ve been through quite a bit these past few days.”

Haroon asked, and Ian shrugged.

“You need a carrot to make the rabbit run.”

He was right.

Most of those who received advice or guidance from Ian had improved their skills.

The rabbits, who had already tasted the carrot he offered, were ready to jump out at any moment.

‘He’s really good at controlling people’s desires. Has he done this kind of thing a lot?’

No matter how you look at it, he’s not just the third son of a minor noble family.

He’s not just a talentless student struggling at the lower ranks.

‘What are you really?’

As his thoughts deepened—

—KWA-BOOM!!

A fireball soared into the sky.

Upon receiving the signal to start, Park Bare held up his mace.

“Let’s go! You guys!”

“Who made you the signalman?”

“Get lost, Park Bare.”

“Y-you bastards?!”

Ian smiled once at the still self-centered Class B students and aimed the flagpole.

“Sweep them away.”

“Ooooooh!!”

The Class B students roared.

As they began to run, Haroon looked at Ian.

“What?”

“Anyone would think you’ve been in Class B for a year.”

“The kids are a bit simple.”

After hearing Ian’s answer, he chuckled and slammed the auxiliary staff he had brought into the ground.

At that moment, a barrier unfolded.

“It’s a weak barrier, but it will help. See you later.”

He, Blanche, Balla, and Grajin moved as a group.

As they moved away, Ian sat cross-legged.

“This is nothing.”

Kirke was right.

Compared to controlling the hundreds of thousands of demonic beings obsessed with demonic arts when he ruled the Ilwol Shin-gyo, this was really easy.

After all, aren’t they just kids with strong competitive spirits?

‘Kirke, analyze the situation and report any problems.’

He had given them rewards and guidance, so they would do well on their own.

If they didn’t, he could just move himself.

“Myaah~.”

Mya Ne, who was sitting on his shoulder, moved to his lap when Ian sat cross-legged.

Wagging her tail and rolling around, Mya Ne closed her eyes and enjoyed the energy of the sun emanating from him as he began to meditate.

“Are these guys crazy?!”

While crossing the mountain towards Class B’s base, they encountered quite a few Class B students.

But there were many of them.

As far as they could tell, it was everyone except Ian.

“Are they out of their minds?!”

“They’re always like that. They’re going to get points for free again this time.”

Blytas, the strategist of Class C, said coldly to them, who thought they had it easy.

“No. They may be reckless, but they’re not idiots. What kind of people are Haroon and Grajin?”

Even so, there must be a reason why they were making such a move, including the mages.

It must be because they believed in Ian’s skills.

Blytas looked at Acewyn and asked.

“Are you confident?”

“Confident? Of course, I am.”

“That’s a relief.”

They managed to get seven people out after encountering Class B’s attack squad.

There were many of them, so they sent quite a few enemies back, but there was a defense force at the base that included 재ga [reincarnated] priests.

They would hold out long enough for them to catch Ian.

“Don’t be too nervous. It won’t be a big deal.”

One of the Class C students said, gripping his battle hammer tightly, and Acewyn nodded.

Yeah.

He would crush that arrogant bastard.

And he would show Aranse, whom he admired.

That he was much better.

That he was a better fit as your disciple.

Old memories came to mind.

When he was young, Aranse had visited his family.

At that time, he fell in love with and admired his concise and fast sword techniques.

Later, he came to the academy and asked to become Aranse’s disciple.

But Aranse chose Haroon instead of him.

At that time, Acewyn was only a user who could handle Aura [magical energy].

So, it was natural to choose a mage.

But that became a wound.

‘The reason I couldn’t get under Instructor Aranse was just bad luck.’

As much as he admired Aranse, he hated all the Class B students.

Until now, he hated Haroon, who was chosen by Aranse instead of him, even more.

But now, he seemed to hate Ian even more than that.

Seeing him showing his fighting spirit, Blytas was relieved.

‘It’s better this way.’

Acewyn is the type of guy who gets stronger with jealousy as his driving force.

He trained alone to get to Expert, saying he would make Aranse look back at him.

‘Yeah. You will definitely win.’

“Tch. A barrier?”

As he was thinking, they arrived at their destination, and one of the Class C students held up an artifact.

As a small crystal ball began to glow, Acewyn quickly dashed out.

“Haroon’s barrier?”

“Looks like it?”

“Then I’ll break it!!”

A faint blue light began to flicker from the sword Acewyn held.

As the Aura was visibly realized, he swung his sword forcefully at the barrier.

—CLANG!!

The Aura and the barrier collided, and the sound of glass breaking was heard.

At the same time, the hidden base was revealed.

There was.

“…Seriously?”

“Isn’t he crazy?!”

Ian was sitting there, holding a pure white cat.

Even though he was guarding the flag alone, he didn’t seem nervous at all, which was dumbfounding.

“Are you all going to rush me? Or are you going to come at me one at a time?”

As he stood up and spoke, Acewyn gritted his teeth.

“Ha!! I can take you on by myself!”

But Blytas stopped him and raised his hand.

Then, all the attackers except Acewyn stepped forward.

“You’re full of confidence.”

“We can catch Isaac too. That guy was the weakest of the lower-level instructors.”

Even with their provocations, Ian was indifferent.

“I’ll test how strong you are.”

Blytas pointed his sword.

Starting with that, the Class C attackers surrounded Ian.

“Then I’ll have to prove it.”

Ian said, aiming the flagpole at them.

“Come on.”

As the battle began, Blytas couldn’t close his mouth.

A storm.

It was literally a storm.

“…What the hell…”

Every time the flagpole, which served as a staff, was swung, one person fell.

Blocking attacks easily and leading to counterattacks was as natural as flowing water.

Even though everyone except Acewyn was sticking to him, all of them.

“…Not even one hit…”

“Kyaaaaak!!”

One of the female students who rushed in quickly was hit squarely and fell.

As she slumped and fainted, Blytas gritted his teeth.

“Energy Ball!!”

As he chanted the activation words, magic unfolded from the artifact.

As six spheres made of magic power poured towards Ian, the remaining people shouted.

“Magic Missile!!”

“Lightning Bolt!!”

They even used artifacts to inflict even a small injury on Acewyn.