I Will Take a Break at Academy - Chapter 297



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How to Live Immortally Episode 297

297 It’s just the most basic martial arts

It was a large drone equipped with inorganic optical lenses. It was a device designed only to observe a single person, not for search or reconnaissance.

Dedicated unit, ‘Sky High’.

The six aircraft overlooking the battlefield were equipped with computing devices equivalent to supercomputers.

Equipment for filming and recording the movements of a designated target, analyzing them closely, and then creating a three-dimensional model.

The thoroughly dissected information was verified once through real-time simulation and then transmitted to Josef as the most efficient course of action.

A weapon developed independently by imitating Overseer, the combat control program that the Mars Defense Force is proud of.

But its magnificent grandeur was accompanied by numerous restrictions.

Because it required a talent for multi-thinking and parallel processing, along with some cybernetic surgery.

It is a piece of equipment that requires a high level of aptitude both mentally and physically to handle, but Josef showed extraordinary talent from a young age.

And that special ability has been his pride until now―

“I got caught, what do I do!”

Without even looking, Joseph evades the sword strike and swings the White Night around like a madman.

A clever solution based on an omniscient point of view.

This is where the gesture that was almost like a salpuri came from.

There were no others in the extreme metacognition. It was only self-contained. Since he only observed the phenomenon and composed the actions alone, it was bound to be awkward.

But, that was why I was able to move forward without hesitation and without being deceived.

Cheating is useless in front of Josef, who operates Sky High.

Gaon took out the dump and shot it towards the sky, but Sky High started evasive maneuvers before him.

It was not possible to intercept it leisurely.

Because Joseph, who had rushed in like a hawk, held him back.

It was then that the single-molecule blade, which had grown thinner with each collision, screamed and broke in half.

Joseph smiled wickedly and the corners of his mouth twisted.

“Now you know your topic, right?”

“No, you’re the one who needs to know.”

To be honest, I thought it was a branch of the group that I hadn’t yet seen, so I was almost excited. However, it was a highly developed trick – Gaon couldn’t help but feel disappointed, so he held the single-molecule blade that had turned into a dagger in reverse and stepped forward with his right foot.

“Never giving up… … .”

“Enough with the petty lines, come on.”

Even though it’s clear that he’s cornered, what’s with his indifferent attitude?

“… … If you were trying to make me lose my cool, I’ll tell you that you succeeded. You little punk.”

The beast bared its fangs and launched a fierce attack. Following the two arms that were thrown around in a dizzying manner, the white night was swinging. The shock that had been absorbed was released in an instant.

A wave that sways in the shape of a tidal wave.

“Get behind, get behind, get behind! You idiot!”

It is a pair of swords that rotate like wheels, but sometimes they are drawn in and then drawn out again.

Originally, Baekya had one sword and one scabbard.

Because the consumed single molecule elements must be recharged by putting them in the scabbard for the expected energy to return.

At the moment of sword drawing, the trajectory had to be simple.

‘now!’

It was natural for Gaon, who had lowered his posture so much that his chest seemed to touch the ground, to delve into that fleeting moment.

He dodged the sword strike aimed at his chest by a width of paper, and used his single-molecule blade as a shield to force the trajectory of the white night.

To pass between the sides.

The part that showed monomolecular properties was the blade part, and the black surface was safe.

Gaon, who was trying to escape Baekya by holding both palms together, twisted his upper body.

Tachidori (太刀取り), a technique for snatching an opponent’s sword using the principle of leverage.

Before Aikido was established, it was a type of Aiki that everyone had at least one of, so-called high-ryu martial arts.

Crunch-

Joseph, who realized Gaon’s intentions, put strength into his arms, but his twisted joints were on the verge of breaking.

It didn’t make sense to risk breaking my arm to protect a single sword. I had no choice but to let him go.

One, Joseph, who had been rolling down as if slipping because the humiliation was not going anywhere, looked down at the only remaining white night and growled harshly.

“You took it by throwing away a sword, you wicked bastard. Did you want it that much?”

“Don’t you think you’re not a good guard?”

“Talk to yourself. I’ll win anyway if we go all the way.”

Josef’s posture changes drastically as he switches from dual-wielding to superior swordsmanship.

His teacher was a fool. He was an idiot who knew nothing about swords. However, he was able to rise to the position of Numbers because he achieved victory in that state.

I don’t know swordsmanship.

But I know how to win.

That’s why, Geomchi.

His disciple, Joseph, also had the same thoughts about the sword.

A means and tool for self-realization.

Although there are dedicated units, the lack of unique martial arts was also an extension of that.

As Sky High suggests, Geomchi was a capable engineer and fabricator. He was also a devout scholar who believed in the advancement of science and technology.

The same goes for Joseph.

He invented one organ for the advancement of Buddhism.

Also known as the center of gravity.

That’s when the slot built into his chest clicked.

The rotating inductors and linear accelerators that make up the heart rotate at high speeds, creating artificial gravity.

It’s a useless feature on a planet with stable rotation and revolution, but if it could be compressed all at once through electromagnetism, it would be an incredibly threatening number.

thud!

Because I could transfer gravity to my opponent through my sword.

The estimated weighted inertial force is 10G.

It was about 10 times the normal gravity. It was enough to cause a blackout by drawing blood from the head.

It would have been fatal to any non-cyborg target.

but-

“Ah, centrifugal force, my old friend.”

It was just something that Gaon was familiar with. Hadn’t he been using rotation before he realized the martial art called Arahan?

Gaon, who had offset the gravity applied by Mandala, did not retreat even a single step and turned back Josef’s attack.

And by pushing the black surface with the black surface precisely.

As the shock that would burst the fuse had not yet built up, the only sound heard during the session was the sound of blades scraping against each other.

Joseph, who noticed the abnormality, opened his eyes wide.

“… … What are you?”

It was as if the white night had become a repulsive magnet. The numbers sent from Sky High were also unbelievable. The kinetic energy generated when they collided converged to zero.

“What unit is it? What slot is it?”

“It’s just the most basic martial arts.”

It kicks away all the strong attacks that come in like a slash.

“You may have forgotten it because you were so absorbed in it that it was convenient for you.”

In modern society, science is a realm of belief, beyond trust. It is an incomprehensible knowledge to humanity immersed in that fact.

Although Joseph had learned many techniques by following his master, Geomchi, he could not agree with the logic that Gaon preached.

Cultivation? Training? Diligence?

“I’m saying I’m going to lose to something like the theory of perseverance?”

He built a castle by applying many technologies that were difficult to obtain in the private sector. He was confident that he had a system that was unrivaled among individuals.

Gaon, standing in front of an unconvinced Joseph, quietly recited:

“Show me.”

Suddenly, the spiral rushes forward, cutting through the white night. The moment the two forked spins that met at the tip collide with each other, a huge shock sweeps through the inside of the sword.

The sword began to tremble.

It was only a moment before the critical point was reached.

Soon, the character “white” appears at the bottom of the sword.

A singularity that has not been seen in hundreds of trials.

Joseph let out a silent gasp of astonishment.

If he was satisfied just by holding onto conditions that he himself could not meet, then what on earth should we call him?

The thought didn’t last long. No, it couldn’t.

Because in that split second, the white night that came right before my eyes gave off a shock.

Kookbang!

I tried to block the hot wind that was engraved along the trajectory with another white night, but it was useless. Instead, I only felt a sharp pain as if my alloy-coated skeleton was being torn apart.

Yes, this was the correct way to use the White Nights.

Instead of building up the shock by vaguely matching up with the opponent, I should have just swung with the charge from the beginning. But even if I knew that, it didn’t mean I was convinced.

“Fuck, what the hell is this… … .”

It causes shock to itself, stores it, and then fires it whenever and however much it wants.

Even if the White Night supports such functions, is it a task that is possible with the human body?

“Ryoichi, I told you that kid is also a mess.”

Ryoichi had expected that Baekdu’s support was behind Gaon’s growth, but when he met Josef, he couldn’t help but distrust him.

If that were the case, Megacorp would have ruled the world long ago.

Even the fact that Gaon was called a tougwi was undervalued.

Perhaps the minds of the problem solvers who were stuck in the 24th century’s common sense would not have understood it. If they did not understand it, they would not be able to perceive it, and if they could not perceive it, they would not be able to evaluate it.

This is a fair argument.

“indeed…….”

If you don’t know the sword, it’s something you can never defeat, and if you know the sword, it’s something you can never reach.

“How unreasonable.”

I heard that there is such a being in Ryongyeong.

Didn’t the Master once mention that behind the scenes in this world, there is a technique that plays with common sense.

‘that is…….’

* * *

dump.

Behind the severed Joseph, a wound that cannot be sutured is carved into the road. It is a savage landscape that looks like it was cut by a giant with a scalpel.

Just now, the chilling anticipation that lingered in the air, as if representing the level of the previous battle, did not subside at all.

“It was a great ending. You’ve shown your skills again. Even from my perspective, it’s amazing.”

Although Jin-geon was amazed and even clapped his hands, Ga-on collected Josef’s body regardless and finished the white night.

It was at that moment that Jin-Geon, who had been staring at the twin swords hanging from Ga-On’s waist, opened his mouth.

“By the way, was it because of that sword that you told me not to intervene?”

“Because thieves need to be disciplined by their owners themselves.”

“I see. You seemed to be wasting your time, but you were careful because you were worried that the sword might break.”

Come to think of it, even before the fight, there were many hints that they had met at the mansion or that a guest had come.

“What a strange fate, to meet you in a place like this.”

“I guess you could call it karma. I should be grateful to you. I had no idea where that guy went anyway.”

“But where did you put the polar nights… …?”

Gaon tapped Baekya as if asking what was going on.

“It’s here.”

“no way…….”

“As a prosecutor, you would want a famous sword. I just grabbed it when the opportunity arose.”

If you go against the grain, there are trivial things like dealing with consultants or requesting production from Nobita—but the problem solver’s skill was to be able to sum it up in one word.

It wouldn’t be good if Jin-geon knew that.

“Anyway, now that we have evidence, let’s go catch Ryoichi.”