Episode 190 Attack Land (1)
The final exam of the midterm exam has begun.
A student and a golem faced each other in a large circular gymnasium.
On the other side of the gymnasium, the professor was standing alone.
The golem the student faces copies the professor’s movements.
Whiik – pat!
giggik… thud!
When the professor swings his right arm, the golem swings his right arm, and when the professor jumps up, the golem jumps up too.
The professor has to manipulate his ‘avatar’ golem from such a long distance to deal with the students, and in this case, distance sense becomes a handicap.
Soon after, the practical training began, and the students at the gymnasium greeted the golem and fought.
The student had to use all his strength against the golem, which imitated the professor’s taijutsu.
On the other hand, the attack test was divided into sections in the order of attendance, and a specific professor was in charge of areas A to B, and one professor dealt with about 100 students.
Naturally, as different professors control the golem, the golem’s fighting style also varies.
Normally, the mild-tempered professor moves the golem in a defensive manner, while the impatient and belligerent professor uses the golem aggressively.
Therefore, students had to memorize where their name was located on the attendance sheet, identify the professor who would be in charge of them, and study his fighting style.
This was a test method devised by the first principal of the academy, who said that the effectiveness of education increases when you know and analyze the person you will teach before learning.
Meanwhile.
“Yap!”
Tudor, who was put to the test for the first time, was struggling hard with a spear.
… Dig!
A blue aura exploded from the tip of the spear.
If it was a real person-to-person sparring, no matter how strong the professor was, he would not have been able to make such a lively attack.
However, the opponent is a golem, and the real professor is moving safely from a distance.
So Tudor stabbed the spear without hesitation.
Kwak! Cranky!
The golem, which was emitting magical power, fell back after being hit by Tudor’s aura.
however.
[It’s still a long way.]
A familiar voice came out of the golem’s mouth.
Professor Morgue Banshee. A potential vice principal candidate for the academy.
Even though he was in a distant gymnasium, he had an accurate grasp of his distance from Tudor.
Chow ah!
As soon as the golem moved its fingers and made a sign, thorny vines grew around Tudor’s body.
“omg!?”
The moment Tudor bowed his head.
[The vine is fake.]
The golem controlled by Professor Banshee immediately threw a huge fist.
Tudor barely twisted his back to avoid it.
[The fist is also fake.]
There was no way to avoid the soles of the golem’s feet, which were kicking back.
… Puff!
Tudor passed out on the spot.
The golem’s shadow casts an eerie shadow over Tudor, who is covered in dirt and thrown out of the field.
The sound of Professor Banshee clicking his tongue came through the golem’s mouth.
[Did you know I wouldn’t be able to use my fists and feet because I’m a wizard?]
“Ugh… … yes.”
[The purpose of fighting is ‘victory’. Just because you’re a mage doesn’t mean to pursue ‘victory using only magic’. You have to be able to use anything to win. Whether it’s fists, feet, teeth or whatever.]
“Thank you for your teaching.”
Professor Banshee was a hateful person, but the content he taught was very helpful.
Tudor politely bowed his head and left the arena.
-Titling!
<Scores have been counted>
Before long, Tudor’s score was displayed on the status window due to the magic effect.
<Cold Arms Donation Class A-001 Cadet ‘Don Quixote La Mancha Tudor’>
<Professor: Morgue Banshee>
-Effective hits: 12 times (1 point each)
-Effective evasion: 20 times (1 point each)
-Effective defense: 3 times (1 point each)
-Critical hits: 0 times (10 points each)
=total score: 35 points
A high score of 35 total points. It was by far the highest score among the first graders.
“Good!”
Tudor raised his hands high and sang for joy.
Banshee succeeded in inflicting effective hits on the golem controlled by possessing it 12 times, successfully dodging the golem’s attack 20 times, and successfully blocking the golem’s attack 3 times.
It didn’t matter, although he couldn’t land a critical hit against the banshee’s skillfully moving golem.
In the first place, there was no way the professors, who were masters of combat, would allow a fatal blow against the students.
Tudor nodded to the student council president, Dolores, who was watching from afar.
Dolores’ advance knowledge of the fighting style of Professor Banshee, who was in charge of Tudor, was of great help.
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Although I didn’t know how to use my feet at the end.
“Still, I’m glad I got better grades than the triplets from the Baskervilles.”
Tudor grinned as he looked across the field.
There, three people, Hive, Middle, and Low, can be seen standing with their arms crossed.
For reference, Hivero scored 34 points, Middle Bro and Low Bro both scored 33 points, so they dominated first and second place until Tudor appeared.
Tudor taunted the triplets as if they were ugly.
“Hey~ What do you do when you get bitter among your friends?”
but.
“… … .”
“… … .”
“… … .”
Somehow the triplets of the Baskervilles did not respond to Tudor’s provocation.
It just stands still like a chicken carved out of wood.
Tudor, who suddenly became a savage who provoked his classmates who were still, stuck his tongue out with a shy expression.
“What are those guys? When do you fight all the time and now you don’t accept fights at all?”
I don’t know why the Baskerville triplets suddenly became like that, but it was Tudor who thought it was okay.
but. Such Tudor’s provocation was eaten by the wrong person.
“shit! I’m angry with that Tudor bastard!”
Bianca. She was stamping her feet, looking at her Tudor.
<Cold Donation Class B-001 Cadet ‘Usher for Bianca’>
<Professor: Morgue Banshee>
-Effective hits: 7 times (1 point each)
-Effective evasion: 24 times (1 point each)
-Effective defense: 0 times (1 point each)
-Critical hits: 0 times (10 points each)
= Total score: 31 points
As Bianca is an archer, she has a lot of disadvantages in this 1:1 battle.
Especially against golems that don’t know pain.
“Ah~ I was pushed by Tudor! It’s all because of the strange structure of the test. It’s against the archers. It’s a balance shit!”
“How are you? I don’t think you ever brought up the topic of balance when you were eating raw scores in the defense test, right?”
“Why are you talking about the defense test without saying anything?”
“Certainly, wouldn’t you say that you have nothing to say?”
Tudor and Bianca started bickering over points again.
and by then
“Uh ha ha! How are you, you fools!”
Grenouille, second-in-command of the fever donation department, came out of the exam with great vigour.
<Fever Donation Class A-001 Cadet ‘Grenouille de Leviathan’>
<Professor: Morgue Banshee>
-Effective hits: 11 times (1 point each)
-Effective evasion: 22 times (1 point each)
-Effective defense: 2 times (1 point each)
-Critical hits: 0 times (10 points each)
=total score: 35 points
He finished the test with the same score as Tudor, the Chief of Cold Weapons Donation.
Apparently, Professor Banshee, who was originally an advisor, was in charge of the test, so he got better grades than expected.
So, I mean, I was pretty lucky.
Grenouille looked at Tudor while receiving cheers from his fellow soldiers who donated the fever.
“Is this a tie? I think you and I have about the same midterm score?”
“Where are you bibi? In the defense test, we broke our grade record.”
“The individual scores were again and again. And don’t forget that I have a higher handwriting score than you!”
Tudor laughed at Grenouille’s arrogance, as if it was not worth dealing with.
“I don’t know what. The cold weapon donation department hasn’t released the final weapon for the attack test yet.”
“what? Isn’t the final weapon you or Bianca? You’re on the same score as me, and Bianca’s been killing it, but what?”
“what!? who will die? I’m going to tear that gloomy bastard apart and serve it as a garnish on porridge… … !?”
Bianca jumped behind Grenouille’s answer, but soon calmed down at Tudor’s dissuade.
Tudor grinned and looked at Grenouille.
“The best of 1:1. There are guys who are much stronger than me when it comes to combat against golems.”
“… … !”
At those words, Grenouille’s expression hardened for the first time.
Yes. There were talents other than Tudor and Bianca that even that arrogant Grenouille could be wary of.
No, even more threatening than Tudor and Bianca.
It is ‘Sancho Barataria’ of Class A of the Cold Weapons Donation Department.
Tudor exclaimed triumphantly.
“Sancho is a warrior from the north who can beat a bear with his bare body without even a handful of mana! Furthermore, what would be the result of an attack test with unlimited mana and unlimited number of kills? It will be on a different level than when Naphtali did it!”
At those words, Grenouille and the other students of the Fever Army groaned and averted their gaze.
Because they acknowledged it too.
Of all the cold weapon donations and heat weapon donations, the one expected to score the highest in this attack test was, of course, Sancho.
“In the Cold Weapons Donation Club, Sancho must be number one, right?”
“that’s right. Did you see his size? Your fist is bigger than my head.”
“Isn’t it just tearing golems by force?”
“Perhaps it might come out with an all-time record as an individual score.”
All the students were whispering the same opinion.
but.
The incident that happened soon after made all the students fall into astonishment, including cold and hot weapons donations.
… thud!
The bloodied Sancho fell to his knees helplessly.
Then, a status window reflecting the harsh reality hangs over it.
<Cold Arms Donation Class A-Cadet No. 172 ‘Sancho Bararatia’>
<Professor: Sadie>
-Effective hits: 8 times (1 point each)
-Effective evasion: 9 times (1 point each)
-Effective defense: 0 times (1 point each)
-Critical hits: 0 times (10 points each)
= Total score: 17 points
Unbelievable scores came out.
I only landed 8 effective hits and evaded only 9 times.
Even the effective defense is 0 at all, it’s like being hit by almost every attack.
A score of 17 is below average.
The fact that Sancho, who can score high scores in the late 30s, managed to get this score, was a blow.
Even Sancho collapsed with his body in tatters as soon as he finished the test.
The bruises and the flowing blood were making the atmosphere of the test site even more miserable.
“It’s Sancho!”
Dolores, who saw that a junior member of the club was injured, hurriedly ran.
Dolores supports and heels the staggering Sancho.
Soon, students gather around Sancho and Dolores.
The one in the front was Tudor, who was also his roommate and best friend.
“Yes, Sancho! are you okay!?”
“… … It’s okay because the president heeled me.”
Sancho’s deep sigh reveals his sense of shame for ruining the exam.
I also feel sorry for not being able to build up the prestige of the donation of cold weapons.
“… … .”
A vein formed on Dolores’ forehead.
She gave Sancho a few pats on the back, then stood up and glared at the professor standing on the other side of the arena.
The controller of the golem that was in charge of Sancho just now.
“Ho-ho-ho-that’s boring.”
It sounds like a tickling laugh, but at the base of it is deeply permeated with terrible boredom and pessimism.
Sady de Sade’, aka ‘Ms. Sady’.
She was a young female professor who was evaluated as the worst shame in the Colosseo Academy.
