Immortals From My Past Life Are Still Obsessed With the Reincarnated Me

23 – Relay Dalian (2)

When I first heard it, I was taken aback as it was an unfamiliar name, but there was nothing special about it when it was called Relay Dalian.

In normal Dalian, the professor directly matches the students and watches who wins and who loses.

However, in relay sparring, it was not pairing up, but in a sparring between A and B, if A won, they would face C in succession.

“If that’s the case, won’t the one who keeps fighting after winning a streak run out of stamina later?”

“I saw it correctly. Physical fitness is also one of the criteria for evaluation. Well, if you’re tired enough to fight no more, I won’t stop you even if you lose on purpose or express your intention to surrender… Keep in mind that that too is included in the evaluation criteria.”

“What are the evaluation criteria?”

“Isn’t that a will?! Even if a warrior can’t stand on his own two feet because his stamina runs out, he can get up if he has the will! If you think this is impossible, Professor Bon will completely change your mind!”

Every time Perkin’s bloody eyes widened, the students trembled like grass in a windy field.

Among them, there were some with determined faces and confident attitudes, but there weren’t that many.

However, it was clear that Professor Perkin had an eye for just such students.

If so, I…….

‘Well, that’s a bit against me.’

To make some excuses before we start in earnest, this kind of sparring was a particularly unfavorable way for me, if not for others.

‘In fact, stamina is a key factor among those who can hit to a certain extent.’

In this lifetime, ever since I was little, I have had a bad relationship with a guy called stamina.

Of course, my brain remembers the battle experience of an assassin accumulated in my previous life, but I suffered a little when my body couldn’t keep up.

However, while the gap between the body and knowledge could be resolved through repetitive training, the problem of physical strength was not easily resolved.

Thanks to his status as the son of a count, he ate medicinal herbs that were said to be good for the body, and exercised regularly, but he did not change.

‘Wouldn’t it be a little better if I lost my physical strength and gained magic talent?’

While saying nonsense in my heart, on the other hand, I thought that I was not inferior to anyone in terms of combat skills here.

Students, as well as Professor Perkin.

In the first place, Luisa, the head of the battle field who is a year older than these guys, wasn’t treated like my punching bag at the mansion.

No matter how talented a student is, he can’t deal with me one-on-one unless it’s a special case like a student or Elfin.

‘Should I show an impact in the shortest possible time?’

At least, if there is a way to see the possibility, it is a quick decision.

I immediately figure out the opponent’s estimate with my five senses, roughly figure out how many enemies there are, and fight while conserving my physical strength as much as possible.

Of course, even if you fight like that, your stamina will run out soon as long as you move your body, but it was the best method I could think of right now.

There was a woman who was going through colic right next to me planning so hard.

“In a world where anyone can learn magic, how can you use a blade? How uncivilized you are.”

“Yuzu can use swords or spears… You don’t like fighting with a weapon?”

“Isn’t that obvious? A weapon like that can be made as many times as possible by adding all kinds of functions with magic, so why fight with something heavy?”

“You could say that, but um… Aren’t weapons the equivalent of a warrior’s demigod?”

On the other hand, Justina looks around with a cold gaze at the heated atmosphere at the scene where the battle is about to begin and speaks cynically.

“Isn’t a weapon something that can be dropped while fighting? But what’s also funny is that there are idiots out there who drop their weapons in a fight and take revenge by offering to get their weapons back.”

I was horrified at the moment, as Justina’s eyes seemed to be looking at me overlapping with me from the past.

But before that, what’s a bit unfortunate is that I didn’t die because I dropped my weapon while fighting.

I just dropped the dagger after being hit by an arrow…….

‘Did he do this on purpose??’

Are you really unaware of it, or are you bringing up a topic that I can somehow respond to even though I know what has happened.

At times like this, my heart seemed to tremble more than when I secretly hid in the castle of a vicious aristocrat and executed an assassination.

“Then how about taking a look now? Just as a wizard has a wizard’s way, a warrior has a warrior’s way. I don’t mean to understand, but there’s nothing wrong with watching.”

“Huh… ….”

“And I mean. In the first place, this is the subject you chose. No one forced you to do it, and you didn’t just apply because of a friend, did you?”

“Mu, mu, what do you mean? You applied because of a friend! Does she think that the original woman blindly follows someone else without her will!”

I meant it as a joke, but did it hit the mark?

Justina was still not good at hiding her emotions.

Justina, her face flushed red, screaming at her, brandishing her fists at her in the air.

I pretended to accept Justina’s fist and giggled.

“Okay, let’s do it differently.”

Justina, barely real, crossed her arms and looked at me with her sidelong glance.

“Okay, she’ll let her own daughter look at your ridiculous side.”

“Wouldn’t that be so ridiculous? I am quite confident.”

I don’t know anything else, but it’s safe to say that the assassin’s method is optimized for quick action.

Kill the opponent as quickly as possible and get out of the enemy camp.

Aiming for just that, Assassins seek battles that never drag on.

‘…… Wait for a sec.’

At that moment, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

‘I’m not the only one who knows about an assassin’s fighting style.’

Among assassins, should I call it my style?

There were a lot of people who knew my style.

However, since 500 years have passed, all of my comrades are dead, and the enemies who suffered from my fighting style have already lost their lives, so I have no words to say.

But 10 years before I died, the three girls who used to train together in that mountain valley would still remember it.

‘Justina too… I often participated at that time.’

She was mainly in a priestly relationship with me, and the one she used to fight with was an elfin.

However, it is also true that Liwin and Justina also participated in training or watched from the sidelines, saying they were bored.

If Justina had remembered my fighting style back then.

And if you were going to check it out in combat class today.

‘…… This.’

It may not be confirmed until a 17-year-old boy knows the ancient script, but if the boy uses the combat skills of an assassin, there is no escape hole left anywhere.

‘Justina, was this what you were aiming for?’

I quickly shook her head, trying to find a way out of Justina’s mousetrap.

Justina’s words from her memories of the dagger were obviously sincere.

She might never see her family again if she gets caught.

She is not only him, but also Charlotte, and Leewin and Elfin…….

“What?”

Wait a minute, Elfin?

‘…… If it’s this.’

It was as if a faint light could be seen through the thick dark clouds.

***

Cornet Martinez, who was designated as the first runner of the relay sparring by Professor Perkin’s fingers, strained his axe.

Then, she glared at the opponent, no, the prey, who was trembling in front of her eyes.

‘Prove it here. Myself.’

Cornet Martinez is a son of the desert and a warrior of the sun god.

Originally, he was a person who should not have come to Den Bergen Academy, which is no different from this kind of civilization.

It’s not that the Denbergen Academy didn’t accept it, but the outstanding southern warriors who believed in the sun god used to refuse invitations.

They only aim to survive day by day, fighting against strong enemies in real battles, and making it their achievement to prove themselves to their fellow tribesmen.

‘The tribe is too narrow.’

But Cornet Martinez is a boy of a new generation.

He was always conservative and it was against his temper to just trust and follow old tribal customs.

All talented warriors are going to a place called the academy.

What’s the point of not competing with such people and claiming the position of the strongest warrior in a mere second-rate tribe?

‘It doesn’t make any sense. He’s just saying he’s the best jumping frog in the well, and he’s just drenched in happiness.’

Prove your strength at the academy where geniuses gather.

At the same time, it proves to civilization that the sons of the desert and warriors of the south cannot be underestimated.

And one day, returning to the tribe, reformation is achieved by proving to the tribe the selfishness of the civilization that it saw firsthand.

The madman of proof, Cornet, recalled his goal and swung his ax at the enemy.

“Keah!”

The ax blade of the cornet that hit the stomach over the metal armor worn to prevent serious injury caused friction and sparks flew.

If it were normal armor, this alone would have caused severe internal injuries, but since it was prepared for training in advance and has built-in protection magic, the damage was not that great.

However, a magic student who fell out and rolled on the lawn was immediately judged to be unable to fight, and prepared for the next hitter.

“Awesome… ….”

“What is that superpower?”

“Isn’t that really protected?”

Some students specializing in magic, not yet confident in combat, regretted that they had applied for combat courses, and even students who were confident in their own way complained that this was a basic class.

Soon after that, the cornet is one, two, three, four… When he single-handedly took down up to five people one after another and won five consecutive victories, that complaint turned to amazement.

“It’s an ecosystem disruptor…… ?”

“No, how can I overcome that… ….”

“It’s a 5-game winning streak, so why don’t you feel short of breath?”

“Are there any weird breathing techniques in the South?”

As the gossip students said, the cornet was still fine.

‘I could do this all day.’

The level of the students was lower than Cornet thought.

When he was in the tribe, he always compared himself to adult warriors who had accumulated experience, and it was because he had just faced seventeen, or people of the same age.

No matter how talented he is, he is bound to be immature at the age of 17.

Unless you’re a genius who can change the world, you can’t help it.

‘Of course, I’ve only dealt with the superstars.’

But Cornet was conceited and did not let his guard down.

Most of the people I’ve dealt with so far have been either magical students or students who were obviously nervous because they didn’t have much combat experience.

It was new blood compared to the real opponent Cornette was eyeing.

‘Prince Joseph… ….’

It’s been a long time since the empire has already occupied almost all of the continent, but as a son of the desert, which was not the territory of the empire in the past, it seemed like it would be quite a pleasure to win against the son of the imperial family.

In fact, rather than that… Just like his muscular body, he looked the strongest out of the two, so his desire for proof was burning.

It seems that the opponent is randomly selected, so I don’t know when we will fight, but Cornette thought that it would be nice to be able to fight as close as possible.

“Eh… Next, Deneb. Deneb Rehinarda. Have you decided on a weapon?”

“Yes!”

The appearance of a new opponent.

Cornette widened her eyes and grabbed her axe.

But when she looked at the other’s face, she unconsciously lost the strength in her hand holding the axe.

‘He’s a magic student again.’

It’s not good to judge an enemy based on appearance alone.

However, Deneb has already shown excellent results in basic magic classes, and compared to Joseph and Cornet, his body is at an average level.

He might be good at both magic and swords, but… At least, from Cornette’s point of view, Deneb did not show any momentum.

‘Tiger hiding its claws… It’s to the point where I can’t even see my feet, not even my toenails.’

Cornet, who has faced many monsters in the desert, is sensitive to the enemy’s death.

At least, there was a desperate will to see if even the students who had just been knocked out somehow managed to survive, but Deneb had none of that.

I literally felt ‘nothing’ from Deneb.

It was doubtful whether he intended to declare surrender as soon as the sparring began, and to throw away this basic combat lesson right away.

‘Even the weapon is a sword.’

However, if a magic student wants to win against a combat student, it is more advantageous to use a weapon such as a spear rather than a mediocre weapon such as a sword.

Because it is possible to fight with pressure with a much longer range than an axe.

As mages who don’t know anything usually choose an acceptable sword, Cornet’s doubt gradually turned to confidence.

“Please take good care of me.”

“I am.”

Deneb smiled and replied to Cornet’s short greeting.

Then he suddenly looked in the direction of the pretty girl with strange eyes.

I think I’ve heard the name Yuzu at first glance, but the rough desert warrior Cornet was a shy girl who hadn’t spoken to her yet.

‘What is it? Aren’t they focusing on sparring?’

Cornet’s disappointment soon turned to anger. There was absolutely no jealousy.

However, something changed in her, as did Deneb.

The moment he grabbed the sword, Deneb’s life surged, and of course Cornet couldn’t help but panic.

“What, what?”

At that moment, two words appeared in Cornet’s mind: Assassination.

I had never met him in person, but I had heard that the assassins of the Empire perfectly concealed their lives until right before drawing their swords.

But there was one thing Cornette didn’t realize.

Deneb was able not to reveal his murderous intentions until right before drawing the sword, and even after drawing the sword, neatly slicing his opponent’s throat.

In other words, Deneb revealed that he was going to live…….

“aaa!”

It was completely intentional.

Chaeeng!

“Kuh, keuh…” !”

Cornet was once again taken aback by Deneb’s first attack, screaming and rushing in.

Even in the midst of my surprise, I managed to get it back, but…….

‘Why are you so honest?!’

Deneb didn’t step on the steps or watch the situation while aiming behind him, but ran straight ahead and delivered a heavy blow.

The word “Assassination” That popped into my mind has already disappeared.

I could tell the cornet just by bumping into it.

The fighting style used by a man named Denev was not that of an assassin in any way.

‘Rather than that, rather… ….’

Barbarians who fight more ignorantly than desert warriors.

Otherwise, a berserker who fights without sparing himself.

Feeling that the perceptions he had and the image that made up Deneb were shattered in an instant, Cornet panicked.

Exactly 30 seconds later, Cornet was in a hurry to parry Deneb’s attack, which was only mercilessly swarming.

…… On the other hand, while participating in sparring like Cornet, Deneb had completely different thoughts from him.

‘I can’t recognize this enough, right?’

Deneb wasn’t sparring.

He was acting.

The audience is only Justina.

If you can’t cheat, you’ll be locked up.

‘We must win…… !’

‘I have to cheat…… !’

Cornet and Deneb dreamed of statues and clashed their weapons.