Became a War Hero of the Academy - Chapter 9



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009. Physical strength is national power, you idiots (1)

The news of Eugene Carter’s return was a hot topic throughout Carvena, but the cadets were the most enthusiastic about it.

In particular, when it was confirmed that both of the subjects he was in charge of were recommended classes for second-year students, the lobbies of each second-year class’ dormitory were bustling until late at night.

“That guy might have been okay in the past, but he’s a piece of trash now anyway. I don’t know why he’s making such a fuss.”

“…You need to start studying Carvena history again, you smart-aleck.”

“At least here, the legend is true. He was chosen as the best cadet in the infamous 16th class.”

“I heard that from the first day you returned, you had a fight with that Frederick at the academic affairs office.”

“Hey, I saw it myself, and you’re really gutsy. You brought up Dellowell out of nowhere? You’ve got nothing to lose!”

“Information is still slow. Does no one know about the welcoming ceremony?”

“Welcome party?”

“Oh, what is that?”

“You suddenly got into a fight with the devil. And then you crushed him to death! I heard it was only stopped when the chairman stopped you?”

In the middle of a lively conversation.

The boy with squinty eyes said with a grin.

“But don’t expect too much, you guys. My older brother is a special agent, so I know him well. I heard he was diagnosed as having no mana recovery seven years ago.”

“really?”

“Well, I don’t know if it’ll teach you anything in theory, but it’s not something that can be taught in practice.”

“Then what were we talking about earlier?”

“Well. Isn’t that an exaggeration? You’re joking and saying that you suppressed something that you barely subdued.”

“Why bother? There’s no reason to do that.”

“Why isn’t there one? It’s about image management.”

“Isn’t it obvious that it’ll pop up soon?”

“I think this time in the imperial palace….”

CLANG!

As the third class dormitory door opened with a loud noise, the students gathered in the living room all fell silent.

“…….”

The one who appeared was a girl with short hair.

He wore the cadet uniform top like a cape over his white uniform, and secured the wooden sword with a thick belt.

Francia Brida, 12th candidate, Class 3, Year 2 at Carvena Academy. Overall evaluation: C-rank, 34th place in the first-year rankings.

She glared at everyone with her burning red eyes and then headed to her room.

A voice of ridicule caught her like that.

“Ah~ The mood was getting warmer, but then that girl barged in and started blowing smoke.”

Stop.

“…what?”

As Francia showed her hostility with a fierce expression, the boy who had been picking a fight looked around calmly.

“No, honestly, that’s true. How would we feel watching this pitiful sight of a talentless idiot struggling to survive? Huh?”

“Who was it that got broken by that talentless idiot, Hallenberg?”

The boy sat up roughly at the provocation that added to the facts.

“I don’t even know if this is acceptable, but I’m being so arrogant….”

He walked up to Francia and shouted at her with a stern face.

“Hey, you bastard of a fallen noble. When we start sparring tomorrow, kneel down as soon as you start. If you don’t want to lose.”

Then Francia opened her eyes and smiled faintly.

“That won’t happen, I’m sorry.”

“You’ll know when you wait.”

The war of nerves between the two ended there.

The living room, which had been bustling with talk about Eugene Carter, quickly became quiet.

They each went back to their respective groups and continued their small talk, and when it was time for bed, they all dispersed to their assigned rooms.

7 o’clock the next morning.

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The sound of sparrows chirping echoed softly throughout the swordsmanship training grounds.

A wooden pillar in the shape of a human, a steep, undulating terrain, various obstacles, a circular training ground with a magic circle drawn on it, and even old wooden swords stored in a large iron container.

Sitting alone in a corner of the training ground, Francia kept swinging her wooden sword.

WHEEK! WHEEK!

Once, once again, once again.

Every time the trajectory changed slightly, she readjusted her grip on the sword, recalling the teachings of her dead father.

― If you can maintain one trajectory even after swinging the sword a thousand times, then you can finally reach the beginning of the illusion technique.

The joints of the fingers on both hands holding the sword were covered with calluses.

Some of the skin was torn and peeled off under the pressure, causing blood to flow out.

Each time, Francia strengthened her resolve.

The pain that doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.

She finished her personal training exactly right before class time and left the training ground as she always did.

But then a familiar face appeared in the distance.

A girl in a cadet uniform was approaching at a rapid pace.

“Miss Francia!”

It was Chloe, the class president of class 3.

“What’s going on?”

“I came to inform you that the class location has changed.”

“Where to?”

“This is the D building drill ground.”

As soon as the word parade ground came out, a question appeared on Francia’s face.

“…Let’s just run. I don’t think he’ll forgive being late.”

“yes!”

Fortunately, the two arrived at the parade ground three minutes before scheduled time.

The cadets who arrived first were expressing their dissatisfaction with the sudden gathering.

“Isn’t the first hour orientation?”

“uh.”

“This is the first time we’ve gathered at the parade ground since OT.”

“Are you planning on getting into trouble?”

“Why, are you afraid of being ignored as trash?”

“Ha… It’s been fucking disgusting from the start.”

The muttering voices began to gradually increase in volume.

Francia looked at them expressionlessly and then turned her gaze towards the stage.

At exactly 8 o’clock in the morning, a man of shabby build walked up to the stage.

“Hey, be quiet. Here he comes.”

After a few minutes the noise died down rapidly.

Eugene Carter, the 3rd combat tactics instructor who appeared in front of the podium, threw the cane he was holding on the floor and shouted.

“Get down, you scum.”

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It wasn’t until 30 minutes into the group chant that Eugene Carter made his next statement.

“This is the first time I’ve seen candidates this frivolous and tactless.”

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“…….”

“If you were going to gossip, you could have done it quietly. You’re being so open about it. Did you think I was deaf?”

“no!!”

Eugene strode down from the stage and began to look around, looking down at each cadet.

“The name of this course is Simulated Warfare Training. The goal is simple and clear. It is to improve command and control ability in wartime situations, tactical application ability in battle, and all other improvisational skills.”

But.

“Don’t you think it’s too much to expect such tactical improvement from people who don’t even have the bare minimum of physical strength?”

After making a full circle and returning to the original spot, Eugene added.

“I guess you get the idea now. Why I’ve called you all to the parade grounds.”

A faint smile appeared on Francia’s lips.

‘So you’re saying you’re going to do a physical test?’

It was just as she expected.

“Everyone, wake up.”

“rising!”

While all the cadets stood up and straightened their posture, Eugene continued, pointing to the other side of the parade ground.

“I’m going to start doing repetitive running training from now on….”

He glared at the cadets with sharp eyes.

“It seems like there are some people who are dissatisfied.”

It was a provocation and a threat at the same time.

It is a provocation to come out and speak directly if you have any complaints, and a threat to stay put if you don’t have the confidence to come out.

Most of the cadets stood tense at Eugene’s blatant threat.

Except for one person, Erik Hallenberg.

He looked at the instructor and laughed inwardly.

‘Ugh, everyone’s getting really nervous.’

I think they were thinking of using the candidates to gain the upper hand, but that’s impossible.

I’ve already mastered basic physical strength, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you agreed to some training.

Shouldn’t we be raising questions about the common teaching methods of instructors whose skills cannot be trusted?

‘That’s what a man from the prestigious Hallenberg family should do.’

Who cares how brilliant your past career was?

I’ll show you this time that if you don’t prove your skills now, you’ll never survive here.

Eric stood proudly, looking to the sides with a confident expression.

Whenever this happened, the two big guys who agreed with him, Billy and Philip, would stand by him.

There was a brief silence.

“If you have something to say, say it, candidate.”

“Oh, right.”

Eric’s luck grew on Eugene’s words.

“It’s been 7 years since you came back, so aren’t you too tense? You have to treat the kids appropriately.”

Then, Eugene’s face suddenly turned bright red.

His eyes sparkled with activity, as if he had seen something interesting.

“Your rank and name.”

“I am Eric Hallenberg, candidate number 17, class 3, grade 2.”

“Halenberg… how interesting.”

Eugene scoffed as if he found it ridiculous.

“Everyone, you have exactly 3 minutes to take a picture of the shelter entrance and come back here. Go ahead.”

“practice!”

All the cadets except for three ran with all their might.

Eugene asked the remaining three in a firm tone.

“Why don’t you guys run?”

“I don’t need a physical test.”

“Failure to follow instructions is disciplinary action, candidate.”

“Is it necessary to follow unreasonable instructions?”

“If you can say that basic physical training is unfair, then you don’t deserve to be in Carvena.”

Eugene was now looking at me with contempt.

“The battlefield is not suitable for a weakling like you. I would like to recommend that you voluntarily withdraw from school.”

Eric then snorted in protest.

“Me? Weak? Are you not familiar with my grade ranking?”

“Previous semester comprehensive evaluation B rank, first year comprehensive ranking 9th place.”

“…….”

“What good is a high ranking when your mental state is rotten?”

Wiggle.

“Why, do you think that damn Hallenberg bloodline will protect you on the battlefield?”

“No, listen, listen, this guy is the real deal!”

The moment Billy, unable to bear it any longer, got angry and rushed at her.

Eric Hallenberg saw clearly.

The sight of Eugene’s right fist instantly piercing through six of the big guy’s vital points.

“Ugh… Ugh…!”

When Billy wrapped his arms around him and fell to the ground, Philip flinched and tried to support him.

Eugene let out a faint sigh as he looked at the two.

“Contempt of court is grounds for summary judgment, but… this is not a battlefield, so let’s just ignore it to this extent.”

Meanwhile, all the candidates, led by Francia, returned to their original positions, but Eric’s attention was focused solely on Eugene Carter.

I had absolutely no capacity to care about what others thought.

A thousand thoughts filled his head.

The greatest emotion of all was fear.

“Hey, candidate number 17.”

Eric answered by lowering his head when his name was called.

“Yes, yes!”

Eugene continued to speak, one word at a time, while pressing his shoulder.

“It’s not you, candidate, but me who decides whether or not testing is necessary.”

“yes!”

“It is not your rank or your family name that will save your life on the battlefield, but your physical strength, Cadet.”

“yes!”

“And finally.”

Eugene grabbed Eric by the collar and pushed his face in.

“If by any chance you feel like this instructor is a jerk or you don’t understand why you are being treated this way, tell the academic affairs office at any time.”

“…….”

“Carvena will warmly welcome your departure.”

“…I will keep that in mind.”

Eugene smiled with satisfaction as he watched Eric answer with a face of shame.

“From now on, I’ll cut off the first 5 people. Run.”

“Jump!!”

There was no further objection.

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