I Am the Madman of This Family

Episode 95. The Law of Conservation of Garbage (3)

In the fall, when the harvest season approaches, everyone pauses for a moment to strife. It is to be considerate so that farmers can harvest wheat and barley comfortably.

From ancient times to the present, all human beings have lived on wheat and barley as their staple food. It is the food that slaves eat, and the food that the emperor eats.

It was instinct and faith.

That’s why everyone has kept it as a tacit agreement for a long time to stop fighting during the harvest season.

Of course, that’s only a week or so. For only one week out of the twelve months of the year, I did not argue or fight. Even if it’s from a noble family.

“It smells like barley… … .”

Tarragon muttered, sprawled on the floor of the parade ground.

Right next to him, Brooks and Darkin were lying side by side. The difference is that Tarragon is looking at the sky, and they are kissing the dirt floor.

“I understand well, your level. It’s so pathetic that I want to kill it.”

Pak!

Keter kicked the dirt floor. Brooks and Darkin, hit by the sand, came to their senses.

The faces of the two who woke up were messed up. It’s a sign of being hit hard by Keter.

Tarragon also happened. His face looked very tired, but unscathed.

“Of these, only three were useful. As soon as the fight started, he distanced himself from me. On the other hand, you guys just stood still and fired arrows like fools. Why? Did your foot ever get stuck on the floor? Did he even threaten to kill someone with a knife if he moved? Or, will you move if you threaten to move?”

When Keter decided to attack, the three of them were taken down in the blink of an eye.

Of course, they weren’t blind either. I did everything I could.

The seasoned Brooks shot five arrows into the sky. It was the 7th zodiacal sign, the maritime palace.

The arrows falling from the sky, not in a straight line, fall while receiving sunlight, so it is impossible to predict where they will fall.

But there was no need to predict. Before the arrow even fell from the sky, Keter struck Brooks.

Tarragon and Darkin aimed at Keter with the yakcha palace, but they couldn’t even brush a hair. It was because I couldn’t predict the movement of running in an oblique line at all.

After being so close to Brooks, he couldn’t even shoot his bow. Because Brooks could be right.

It wasn’t that I was fooling around. I aimed at Keter’s back or side. But Keter was no fool, so he turned around and fought.

Brooks blocked the attack aimed at the stomach, but failed to block the attack aimed at the groin and fell into a single blow.

Keter mercilessly punched Brooks in the face, who grabbed him by the groin. That’s how Brooks fell.

Enraged by this, the Darkin attacked Keter. It was a sign that he would try to subdue Keter with martial arts, not archery.

but-

“Ha!”

Keter’s fists also pierced his energetic face.

once, twice, three times.

Slap!

The final blow was a knee kick aimed at the side.

The Darkin spread his armor all over his body to defend himself, but Keter’s fists and knees pierced his defenses like awl.

Darkin’s nerves, feeling pain beyond their limit, forced him to pass out.

20 seconds.

It was the time it took for the vice-captain of the Holy Knights and the 2nd squad leader of the Galactic Knights to collapse.

Shush!

Arrows fly at Keter.

It was an arrow shot by Tarragon.

Keter dodged the arrows by slightly twisting her body, and pursued Tarragon.

Tarragon quickly stepped back and fired arrows in succession. The hit rate was terrible. Out of ten shots, only three grazed Keter.

Eventually caught up, Tarragon acted boldly. He threw his bow at Keter. It was something an archer would never do.

But the opponent was bad. Keter thought of all the ways his opponent could do it, including throwing a bow.

Keter, without dodging or blocking the bow, advanced forward, blocked Taragon’s fist with one hand, and at the same time kicked him in the shin and brought him to his knees.

“… Keugh!”

Tarragon took an arrow from his quiver and tried to stab Keter, but before he did, Keter’s bow struck him in the shoulder.

Quick!

So the battle was over.

There was not a single point in this duel in which Keter benefited from Amaranth. Even if he used a normal bow, the process as well as the result would not have changed.

So the four of you couldn’t say anything. There was no one who insisted on being careless here or that we should fight again.

“Now, tell me. Whether or not I deserve to be called a teaching assistant. No.2. Who am I?”

Keter, who had reverse summoned Amaranth, asked Anis.

It was resentful, but Anis also admitted it. Keter’s ability to subdue herself and three people at the same time.

However, nobility does not pursue only visible phenomena. Aristocrats are willing to give up their gains and sometimes even their lives for the sake of old-fashioned discipline.

“You are strong. But for me to learn anything from you is to disrupt the hierarchy of the Sephira. At least, at least in a mutually equal relationship… … .”

“Don’t be mean. If you want to turn it off, turn it off quickly.”

Anise knew Keter would tell her not to go. No, at least I knew how to negotiate.

why?

Because I am the third son of Sephira, a prestigious family.

Because he is his older brother.

It was unpleasant to be treated as a trainee. Especially if the other person is a half-brother, not a real brother.

However, if you think about it coldly, Keter has nothing to lose. Even if all the southern sword participants here refuse.

Rather, Kether is doing good. Didn’t it be said that the strong give lessons to the weak at no cost?

‘Are you doing it for nothing? Keter?’

Anis, who found the answer with a little trouble, spoke quickly.

“What is the price? Wouldn’t it be free?”

“You were thinking of getting it for free? of course charged The cost of labor, training, and various items. Did you really think that I would cover everything for you at my own expense?”

“I want to know the estimated bill.”

“It depends on what you guys do. Roughly 20 to 300,000 gold.”

Darkin, who has the best sense of money among the members, was startled.

“Huh, 20 to 300,000 gold? Not bronze or silver, but gold?! No one here has that much money!”

Sephira’s strongest power, the Galactic Knights’ annual salary was 2,400 gold, and the squad leader received 3,000 gold, slightly higher than that.

Even if they don’t do anything and collect it for 10 years, it’s 30,000 gold.

Of course, this is enough money to live in abundance, beyond any obstacle to eating and living. Moreover, since it is a concept of basic salary, you can earn more money by performing missions or privately.

But no matter how much, I couldn’t collect 100,000 gold. I don’t even think about collecting them in the first place.

However, Keter said casually that it was twice or three times the amount of 100,000 gold.

“I know you guys are beggars. But listen. You just need to finish in 3rd place in the southern sword competition. The third place prize is 300,000 gold. 2nd place gets 500,000, 1st place gets 1,000,000 gold if you become the southern sword.”

“That can’t be possible!”

“Then get out of here, number five.”

“yes. I will fall I fully understand that Master Keter is strong. But being strong and teaching are two different abilities. I will prepare for the Southern Sword Tournament in my own way.”

The darkin walked past Keter.

Keter didn’t even look at him.

“How long are you going to keep your mouth shut? If you’re testing my patience, I’ll have to test your durability.”

“Teacher. i look forward to.”

Tarragon, already training in the ways of Keter, was the first to succumb. I decided to pass the huge tuition fee on to my future self.

“What if I trained with you and didn’t get the prize money because I didn’t finish in third place?”

Anis asked rational questions to the end.

“What’s going on, what’s going on? still have to pay Don’t ask for it right away. I don’t even want to.”

“Huh, under those conditions, Joe… assistant.”

Even Anise gave in. He expressed this by giving an honorific title to Kether. Even if he lowered his head and trembled.

The only one left now was old man Brooks.

“I will follow this old man too, assistant.”

Brooks’ curiosity about Keter outweighed his belief in it.

Curious about whether Keter, who is so incredibly strong, will be good at teaching and how he will teach.

If you don’t want it to be zero, it will be enough if you get off halfway.

“good. And that includes you, number one.”

Luke, who was looking away, put on an expression of ‘Okay so’.

“Ahh, I understand, assistant. I’m not participating in the competition, so I can pay you back later, right?”

“Of course. You just need to use the IOU.”

Thus, except for Darkin, the four became Keter’s apprentices.

* * *

“Who came late?”

At Keter’s question, the trainees hesitate for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Number three, Tarragon remembered.

“I came first. And second came Sir Luke.”

“Trainee No. 3. The voice is small. And here it is called by number, not by name. Try again.”

“I came first! and! ah… Number 1 came second!”

“Nos. 2 and 4. Within an hour, I go to Hakoz village and buy a sandwich. practice.”

The faces of Nos. 2 and 4, who were not in the first-come-first-served order, turned pale.

“Ke-no, assistant! Even if you go to Hakozu village by horseback, it takes an hour longer for a round trip. It is too tight.”

“Anyone who is late will be considered eliminated.”

“What will happen if I drop out, assistant?”

“He’s not worth teaching, so get out of my sight right now. A minute has passed.”

Ride on!

Anis started running first.

Brooks looked Keter in the eye once. It was an eye contact that meant that there was no preferential treatment for the elderly, but gave up after one second and started running after.

When Tarragon and Luke saw the two running, they made up their minds. From now on, if Keter says first-come-first-served basis, I will run and see.

“We have to start. First, run.”

It was the beginning of the Keter-type training method that would later be recorded as the ‘Forbidden Book of Sephirah’.

running on the playground.

until when?

Until Keter stops.

Luke wondered what kind of training this was. When it came to running at the parade ground, I was tired of it when I was a knight cadet.

Twenty or thirty laps are easy. That’s what a knight’s stamina is.

Seventeen laps turned. At that time, Anise, who had gone to Hakoz Village, returned, and Brooks also arrived with 2 minutes left, and joined them from 20 laps.

After sprinting for an hour, the two had already exhausted half of their stamina and had to run non-stop in the parade ground.

Forty laps passed. From this point on, even the knights of the world began to gasp for breath.

“Joe, assistant. How long do you have to run?”

“Your voice is so small that I can’t hear you.”

“until when! run! Do you!”

“Until I stop.”

Keter gradually increased her speed, and reached the point where the trainees made two rotations when they completed one rotation.

Unexpectedly, Tarragon was the one who ran the most reliably among the four.

Actually, I couldn’t say I was surprised. Tarragon was already ahead of the others in this reckless run.

But even such a tarragon gets tired someday. Even the parade ground here is at least twice as wide as the others.

Luke was the first to get tired. Although he has basic stamina, it was the result of neglecting physical training because he relied on this ability.

Originally, the four people were running almost evenly, but soon after, a breakaway occurred. Luke was the first to show signs of exhaustion.

Luke, who had lagged behind, suddenly felt a great misfortune attacking him from behind.

But I couldn’t react.

I knew it with my head, but my body didn’t listen.

Wow!

Luke’s waist curved like a bow. As Keter passed by, he slapped his back with the palm of his hand.

“Quaaagh!”

It was his back that had been hit, but Luke, who felt the pain of being stabbed all over his body, couldn’t hold back his screams.

“I told you to run, I didn’t tell you to walk. Run.”

“Ugh… … .”

Luke sped up again. It wasn’t because Keter’s back smashed was too painful, he fooled himself.

The number of rounds around the parade ground steadily increased.

From the 60th lap, about every three laps, the sound of whipping leather resonated throughout the parade ground. After that, a groan breaks out.

70 laps. Now it screams every two laps.

80 laps. The screams won’t stop now

Now I don’t know if I’m running or struggling. But apparently they were circling the parade ground.

My stamina was already exhausted. With stamina beyond the limit, they were running.

Every so often and automatically, his legs gave way, and when he did, Keter’s palm slapped him on the back.

Strangely enough, however, when he got hit on the back once, he gained a little bit of energy. It was as if the pain was being converted into vitality.

‘I’m finally crazy.’

The trainees mistakenly thought it was going crazy, but it wasn’t. Keter’s beating was not just a corporal punishment, it was a medical practice.

A blow medical technique that accelerates blood flow by inflicting pain on the body, causing an awakening effect as well as a slight recovery. This was an advanced skill that also consumed the caster’s mana.

In other words, while teaching the trainees, Keter was pushing herself too hard.

He ran twice as much as the others and consumed mana while running. Even so, Keter never slowed down, even though she was sweating.

Time flies anyway. Just as the sun overhead began to set, Keter began to slow down.

The trainees, who were using even the strength they would use to lift their eyelids to run, gave silent cheers as they saw Keter slow down.

‘De, is it finally over? How many laps have I done?’

They made 120 laps.

Keter made 180 laps.

Then Kether came to a complete standstill. Trainees also stopped running.

thump!

All the trainees sat down. Unidentified sounds came from their mouths.

“Huh.”

“Ugh.”

“Turn it off.”

His mouth was making painful noises, but his face was smiling.

Was simply sitting this comfortable? Was leaning on the ground such a joy? I came to know a new world I had never known before.

Keter left the parade ground and went somewhere, and the trainees vaguely thought that the training was over.

30 minutes passed like that. According to the experience of the trainees, it was three minutes.

Keter returned to the parade ground again. Not alone, but accompanied by twenty attendants.

“I take a long break. Trainees, stand up immediately. practice.”

“Teacher. Wasn’t the training over? I don’t think my heart will be able to withstand it if I do more than this.”

“I just don’t have the strength to move.”

Brooks felt like his whole body would really disintegrate if he did more than this. It was sincere, not even 1% of a joke mixed in.

But to be honest, so was Keter.

“No, you guys can still run more. If you learn the power of heaven.”