I Became an Academy Baldo User - I Became an Academy Baldo User chapter 53

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“uh… ?”

It was a time when I was just jogging with food I bought from a suitable store nearby. Hardy, who had sleepy eyes, whether he had not yet woken up, walked over and said,

“I was worried about being locked up for two days and muttering strange words, but it seems that they have succeeded in obeying them from what they are saying.”

“Yeah, but what are you talking about? I never said that.”

“What… yeah… .”

When Hardy was about to answer, Otar, who was listening quietly next to him, coughed out loud as if he had stopped talking.

“Hmm… !! Isn’t there something more important than such useless talk?”

“Oh right. Now that you’re here, you have to do what you’ve been putting off.”

I woke up one of the death row inmates who had been stunned because I had been so fussy with my heart.

“Uh, uh… .”

“Woke up?”

“Ugh!! Whoops… !!! Whoops… !!!”

The death row inmate heard my voice and started convulsing like a traumatized veteran.

“… What did you do? It was similar a few days ago, but I don’t think it was that much.”

“It’s because he blew up his life over and over again because he was bored while waiting for you. It was a piece of garbage that deserved death, but it was sympathetic.”

“Live… So that’s what you did when you woke this guy up a little while ago?”

When Hardy asked a curious question, I replied kindly.

“Yeah, if I’m curious about how it feels, can I blow it up to you too?”

“Oh, no… I will specify Show me the demon sword that you obeyed earlier than that.”

I pulled out the katana, which is still rubbing the hilt of the sword in my hand, and showed it to Hardy.

“How are you?”

“Uh… I can clearly see that you and katana are connected. You haven’t been given a name yet, but this katana has recognized you as its master.”

If it is a demon sword with a name, a master-slave contract is established by being recognized as the master.

However, if it was a magical sword without a name, it was necessary to establish an existence and gain the upper hand by giving it a name and then giving it a name.

‘It’s not urgent right now, so I’ll think about it slowly.’

Once you build it, you can’t change it again, so you have to think carefully before deciding.

The elegant name Baldomaru is going to be given to Silence, so a sophisticated name like Baldotaro or Baldojiro might be better.

“It’s hard to give up on either side… .”

“What? What are you talking about out of nowhere?”

“No, nothing.”

Swallowing the word that came out of nowhere, I said to the death row inmate who was rolling on the floor.

“I can cut it even if I lie down, but it is more convenient for me to kneel, so would you please kneel?”

“Eup!! Eupeup… !!!”

As if it was the last rebellion, I did not kneel and kept holding on until I sighed and whispered in his ear.

“Think about it. If you lie down like that, you’ll cut your back or chest if I can’t help it. But if you get down on your knees, my katana will point to your head.”

To suffer from pain by cutting the back, and to die instantly by cutting off the head at once.

Needless to say which of the two would suffer less.

“… … .”

The death row inmate, who was silent for a moment, trembled as if he had resigned from his fate and straightened his posture.

“Yeah, well thought. It’s better to just die comfortably without pain anyway.”

I turned back behind the weeping death row prisoner and took a quiet position.

The death row inmate, who had a foreboding of his impending fate, shook his body, and the head he was about to cut began to shake violently.

‘What is this, this is fun!!’

It was like playing a game to raise the difficulty by shaking your head.

Well, shaking my head like this didn’t have any problems cutting it.

“5-5 cut at the top of the head, Baldoot!!”

The katana gently slashed the death row prisoner’s head, as if he had cut tofu instead of tofu.

As the left and right brains met a sad farewell, the death row inmate whose IQ was cut in half fell to the ground.

“… … what?”

When I saw the body of a death row inmate who had fallen to the floor, I stiffened when I saw that it was cut in two in an unexpected shape.

This is because the cross section of the corpse cut vertically was dirty as if it had been cut with a saw rather than with a katana.

“Why are you cut like this? Did you make a mistake by shaking your head?”

Hardy and Othar, who were a little apart to prevent blood from splattering, caressed the cross-section of the torn corpse.

I followed and touched the cross section of the corpse when I discovered one more strange thing.

“Did this child originally have such a small nose? Do you think the bleeding is too little?”

When I tried to attach the body that fell out of mind, the nose and other cuts all disappeared, so it didn’t fit well.

“Uh… It seems that the cut part has disappeared. Or maybe it would be better to say it was eaten.”

“Are you eating?”

After listening to Otar’s words, I noticed that the cut section looked like an animal had been bitten, resembling a mark that an animal had devoured.

Beast, considering the materials used to make this katana, it might be rather natural.

“I think more experiments are needed to know the exact power of the magic sword.”

Hearing that the flesh and blood had been eaten, I again pulled the katana from its sheath and brought it to the blood and corpse on the floor.

Then, like a piece of iron pulled by the magnetic force of a magnet, blood pooled on the floor and mutilated corpses began to gather toward the sword.

The moment the collected blood and human flesh touched the blade, the blood and human flesh were sucked into the blade with a sound similar to when a vacuum cleaner was turned on.

It didn’t take long for the katana to consume both blood and human flesh. About 3 seconds, maybe even shorter than that.

“I sucked it all in.”

“What happens to the blood and flesh you absorb? There may still be more.”

“Well… But is this just blood?”

Just in case, I brought the katana to the stain on the jacket that had just happened, and the stain on the jacket was sucked into the katana.

“Five!! Cleaning and laundry function!! Very convenient!”

“Is that possible? There may still be some more features left. But how do I find out… .”

“If you think about it, it doesn’t seem like a question with an answer, so let’s just ask, shall we?”

“ask? to whom… .”

When the two asked, my eyes naturally turned to the katana, where I had just finished eating.

[Woof woof!!]

Katana, who felt their gaze, responded energetically, and the two of them looked at me with an absurd expression.

“… Does this make sense?”

“Your guy usually talks a lot, so it doesn’t mean you can talk to a dog.”

“Does he look like a real dog because he barks like a dog? I can communicate well with words.”

I sat down on the katana-polished floor, put the katana on my lap, and focused.

Then, as the katana and my spirits connected, the desire to treat myself more skillfully came to me.

[Groo… !! Woof woof!!]

‘Yeah, that’s what it was… .’

After hearing all of my abilities from Katana, I opened my eyes and stood up.

Unlike when the katana was first obeyed, as soon as he got up from his seat, Hardy asked in a voice without much expectation.

“How did you find out?”

“Yeah, I figured it all out!!”

It is faster to show once than to explain a hundred times, so they put out the katana in front of them and showed their power.

“… Have you grown?”

Using the power of the katana, the sword was slightly longer. This is one of the powers of this katana.

Consuming ingested blood and human flesh to repair immediately when the katana is broken or the teeth of the blade are broken.

Besides that, like I did before, I could freely change the shape of the sword like this.

“Ah, that’s not all!!”

I went back to the forge and brought one of the death row inmates who had fallen to the floor.

“Eup!”

And I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he threw a death row inmate into the air, probably screaming for him to be cut quickly.

“Ugh!!!”

When he fired a bullet at a death row inmate who was struggling and waving in the air, his waist was cut as light as butter.

However, the blood and guts that flew in the air did not pour out on Otar and Hardy.

Not because the katana had absorbed all of it, but because the scabbard had devoured all the cut blood and guts on my waist, not the katana.

“As you can see, you can eat human flesh with a scabbard like this. Of course, the inside of the scabbard can also be freely transformed like a sword!”

Aside from swords, scabbard also has the ability to clean corpses! What a homely katana!

In addition to this tremendous ability, he possessed the ability to transform human flesh absorbed by swords and scabbards into speculative and magical powers.

In other words, the more people are killed, the stronger both the owner and the katana are.

“It’s a sword that gets stronger the more you cut it… It’s creepy, but it’s definitely a powerful sword. However, the ability to change swords is a bit modest.”

“What?”

“… It sure is. Of course, it’s a convenient ability, but it’s modest compared to the effect that gets stronger the more you cut it.”

What are these two talking about? Do you think this ability, which changes the shape of the sword and sword, and enables infinite firing, is modest?

“It seems that both of them are too ignorant of swordsmanship. I will show you the power of this ability.”

I went back into the smithy and dragged out all the prisoners on death row.

When all the prisoners on death row were brought out and released from their restraints, Hardy and Othar frowned.

“What, what kind of crazy thing are you going to do this time… .”

“You can see it. Come on, you guys!!”

As I spoke in a voice full of vigor, the prisoners on death row, who could not properly open their eyes in the intense sunlight, looked at me with squinting eyes.

“Give you a chance to live!! I’ll kill you after counting the heat, so run away in it!! one!!”

They could not eat for a few days, and when they saw hope that they could survive even though they had been locked up and frozen, they immediately stood up.

and ran

He might have thought of taking Hadi or Otar next to him hostage, but he didn’t do it because he thought I would cut him off right away.

“five!! six!!”

As the number approached ten, their steps got faster, but sadly, that distance in front of this katana didn’t mean much.

“Heat… .”

A red light flashed with those words, and with the sound of cutting flesh, the desperately running prisoners disappeared.

Exactly, it seemed to have disappeared.

“What, where did you go?! Didn’t you hear that there were wizards among the death row inmates?!”

“ha… What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything special.”

It is nothing more than slashing the death row inmates who are running away by increasing their swords at the moment they fire.

“Well then, where is the body? If it had been cut, the body would have been left behind… .”

“If you use speculation, you can eat it faster. It’s easy to see, but it’s still only a small part of this ability.”

The true value of this ability was in increasing the friction force by making the blade and the scabbard more closely.

As the frictional force increases, the frictional force is converted into kinetic energy, so if you go through this katana, even an ordinary footdo will be transformed into a fatal blow.

“In other words, if you shoot with this katana, you can use the strongest shot!!!”

“… … what kind of bullshit Why does friction become kinetic energy? .”

“stop!! Stop talking about it… .”

Othar, who interrupted Hardy’s words, asked.

“Apart from the luck of friction, I now know the power of that magic sword well. But do you have a name for it? If it is a magic sword of that size, it must have a name that is worthy of it.”

“Yeah, actually, I was going to build it slowly later, but I came up with a name that suits this child after several attempts.”

“Hmm… It sounds like a strange name, but give it a try. What.”

“Nang-ah.”

It was difficult to give up the names Baldo Taro or Baldojiro, but the rare sharpness I felt while practicing Baldojiro keeps reminding me of the Robos of my life.

Although it was said that Pong Pong served as his brother’s pet by meeting the owner by mistake, his power was worthy of respect.

“I will name this child Nang-a in honor of Robo, who was praised as the King of Nang.”

“… … Surprisingly. I thought I was going to give it a name like a nerd, who thinks my hair has gone bad.”

“what… What does the old man see me as? I’m not proud of it, but the second thing I’m most confident about after swordsmanship is the naming.”

Otherwise, how could he have come up with the same name as Baldo-Taro or Baldo-Jiro?