Became the Idiot Young Master Who Tormented the Main Character

53. Grade Test (4)

“Can you explain the situation?”

Hedy said, looking up at Cyan with wary eyes.

I didn’t understand.

Why did the new professor, Iris, come to the training hall?

When Hedy first saw the two walking together from afar, she was very surprised. She was so surprised that she rubbed her eyes and looked again, wondering if they were different people.

That makes sense, because Iris is a sword master, not just a professor.

As someone who is treated as a national power, she will be busy with many things to do.

Hedy couldn’t understand why she had come to the training ground with Sian on this night.

“That’s it, he came to help with the training.”

“Sparring? Why?”

“actually….”

Cyan gave Hedy a little explanation.

I met her by chance in the Duchy of Brace, and am currently learning swordsmanship from her.

She asked me to come out to receive swordsmanship instruction, and that coincidentally overlapped with Hedi’s previous engagement to spar, and that’s how things turned out.

Briefly, he hides his identity as the Duke of the Duchy of Brace.

“…Then, Sian, are you Iris’ disciple?”

“Well… I guess so.”

Hedy now understood everything.

Why did the two of them often make eye contact during swordsmanship class?

I thought there must be something going on, it was a master and a disciple.

It was also the first time I learned that Cian was from the Duchy of Brace.

“But… is it really okay for you to guide me tonight? It’s just you and me, and if you see the two of us, it’ll take up a lot of your time…”

“I don’t mind.”

Iris nodded with her characteristically expressionless face and said.

“… … .”

Heidi was troubled after hearing that.

I wondered if this was right.

If a professor were to give separate instruction like this, rumors would spread that he was favoring his students.

Iris noticed Hedi’s worries and spoke to her.

“You don’t have to worry. The guidance will have nothing to do with the ranking test. I will help you solely with the purpose of improving your swordsmanship skills. In the first place, Confucius… .”

“Okay, okay!”

Hedy and Iris were startled by Cian’s sudden loud noise and looked at him with their eyes wide open.

Anyway, Cian grabbed Iris’ hand and started to drag her back away from Hedi.

Hedy, who saw that sight, couldn’t help but look at it strangely once again.

‘You held hands…?’

The relationship between a swordsman and his disciple is usually vertical, but holding hands…

It seemed like they were pretty close. How close could they be?

Cyan is saying something to Iris from afar.

‘What are you two talking about that you’re whispering to each other without me?’

I think Iris clearly said Confucius at the end of her sentence earlier.

As soon as he heard that, Cyan dragged Iris away.

I know it’s something I shouldn’t say to myself, but still… .

Among the people in the academy, Hedy thought she was closest to Cyan, but she felt left out when he talked about her without her.

After finishing their conversation, the two return to Hedy.

Hedy asked Cian.

“…What did you talk about?”

“I didn’t say much. I remember that Iris had some urgent matter, so I came to ask if it was resolved.”

“Why are you saying that so urgently? You could have just said it in front of me.”

“That urgent matter would be embarrassing if it were made public.”

“Why do you know?”

“… … .”

“What is Confucius?”

“…uh?”

Cyan’s pupils shook for a moment.

Hedy didn’t miss that moment.

There was definitely something about the word Confucius. Xi’an reacted to that word.

“Whatever. If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to.”

But she didn’t want to dig up such sensitive secrets. So Hedy waved her hand away, and Sian just nodded.

“It’s time to start practicing. It’s getting late at night.”

Iris opened her mouth to break the awkward atmosphere.

Then, reluctantly, Hedy entered the training ground holding a wooden sword. Cyan followed her.

The Swordmaster’s guidance was a valuable experience, so Hedy had no intention of complaining.

I just didn’t understand the situation until now.

Her desire to become stronger was as strong as Si-an’s.

So, without saying a word, he followed Iris’s words, and Cian also started sparring without thinking, and started exchanging swords with Hedi.

Iris’s feedback method was to watch Hedi and Cian’s sparring and then point out any problems they had encountered up to that point.

But all of that feedback was advice that hit Hedy hard.

I had left it alone because it was a small habit that didn’t cause any major problems in training, but I received a warning that if I had done it in a real fight, it could have led to a life-threatening situation.

I also learned some other useful swordsmanship techniques.

Every time, Iris personally demonstrated, and it was a valuable experience for Hedy.

But contrary to experience.

There was still an uneasy feeling in a corner of Hedi’s heart.

After the duel, Hedy couldn’t help but feel distraught as she returned to the dormitory after thanking Iris.

***

Cain, who was about to take the ranking test, woke up early and headed to the dawn training ground alone.

There were many students who came early in the morning to practice swordsmanship, but Cain was alone this early in the morning.

‘I have to get stronger.’

In Cain’s mind there was still an obsession to become stronger.

What happened during the tournament made him nervous.

Cyan appeared like a comet.

A hero who, despite being a first-year student, instantly cut down the assassins while emitting aura and saved the Fourth Princess.

Compared to him, he was infinitely weak. He was unable to do anything and just sat there licking his hands just because he didn’t have a real sword.

So I swung the sword so vigorously that all the calluses on my hands fell off.

Even beyond her close friend Aria Sylvester.

Because another wall called Xi’an was created.

Thanks to this, Cain was able to grow at an amazing rate.

His swordsmanship skills and physical abilities were incomparably improved compared to the tournament. The gears of his outstanding talent were interlocked with the driving force of his effort, and they turned quickly.

But on the contrary.

His mental state was deteriorating day by day.

“This is out of the question… .”

Cain swung his wooden sword recklessly in the training hall, thinking about the upcoming ranking test.

He continued to use the basic sword techniques and basic Samjae sword techniques that he had learned at the academy.

Even though his skills were good enough to receive an A class in the first level exam, he was not satisfied.

He was running a sprint, not a marathon.

Before I knew it, there was only one step left until his aura was released.

***

As time passed, the day of the ranking test approached.

I gathered with the students from our classroom in the fencing club’s practice room.

Unlike usual, the students were not making much noise or talking. Rather, they all seemed nervous.

That’s probably because soon it will be time to determine the rank that will prove your usefulness.

At least in Ariel Academy, there were no foolish students who were as nervous and chatty as they were at this time.

Iris, who was looking around us, said.

“It seems like everyone is gathered here.”

The sound of gulping could be heard in several places at her words.

“As I mentioned last time, the first test method will be a one-on-one duel, and I will judge you at my discretion. Those who object, please raise your hand.”

No one heard.

Who would dare to question the Sword Master’s personal evaluation?

There is no evaluation more objective than her personal discretion.

“hmm.”

Iris nods once.

“The first test will be conducted at the discretion of each classroom professor. Therefore, starting from the second test, all students in the swordsmanship department classrooms will gather together to take the test.”

She quickly climbs up onto the dome of the practice field, picks up a wooden sword, and continues speaking.

“So, you don’t have to be nervous now. If you just follow the lessons well and practice swordsmanship consistently, that consistency will show the results. All you have to do is do what you usually do.”

“The test method is simple. You just have to use whatever means you have at your disposal to touch my body with your sword. Even a slight brush is fine. That’s how I’ll determine your rank.”

Probably not meant to really touch.

How could a mere first-year student touch the Sword Master’s body with his sword? She will simply judge the students at her own discretion.

“Okay. Now, we will begin the first test.”

It was a moment when everyone’s tension reached its peak due to Iris’ short words.

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“Ugh!”

“… Sebas Criantinho. C. Next.”

Each student’s turn passed by in an instant.

Iris remained silent, true to her word.

Someone who was next in line to judge her also rushed at her fiercely as soon as the evaluation began.

Some people even tried to play psychological warfare by watching the liver being cut off right in front of their noses.

But not everyone could touch her body with a wooden sword.

Just before reaching him, Iris’s heavy sword stabbed him in the side or abdomen, sending him rolling around, unable to fight. Iris quickly rated him accordingly.

The test went by so quickly that the assistant writing down the students’ grades next to Iris seemed distracted.

Most students who received low grades accepted reality and moved along in a tattered line.

But some students… .

“I can’t believe it! Why am I in Class C?”

“… … .”

Iris looked expressionless at a male student who was protesting the results.

It was a moment when the students’ eyes were focused on one place in a heated situation.