The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 112



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (112)
Damian and Krion headed to the nearby city of Alekh.

Krion, who was following Damian, asked.

“Who is where you are going now?”

“Sandrun.”

Damien’s short answer.

Kryon looked surprised at that.

“Sandrun? Are you talking about that skinny guy?”

“okay.”

Sandrun, the 2nd platoon leader of the Maxtree Unit.

I remember him as a guy with a thin build who was quite good at handling swords.

He was smarter than I thought, and more than anything, I really liked his quietness in enduring training.

Krion said with a surprised expression at Damian’s answer.

“Has that guy finished his punishment? I remember it being quite long.”

“He was a year younger than you. The moment he took possession of the gold mine, he was finished too.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Krion answered with a puzzled expression.

I never thought that guy’s sentence would be shorter than mine.

But then, as if something had occurred to him, Krion asked Damian.

“But what are you going to do about that guy?”

“who?”

Damian looked at Krion. Krion answered him.

“The third group leader. That guy who shoots the archery.”

“… … .”

Damian stopped walking for a moment at Krion’s words.

Because Paul came to mind.

“… … Foul.”

Actually, when I thought about reinforcements, the first person that came to mind was the 3rd platoon leader, Paul.

but…….

‘The guy’s punishment will be over in one month.’

He’s trying his best, but it still takes time.

Damian already knew the location and current situation of those he was trying to find through DL.

“Paul is still in his punishment. But it will be over soon… … He will come when this schedule is over.”

“Where are you now?”

“Coal mine workhouse.”

“Huh?!”

Krion shouted in surprise.

This is because the coal mine work camp was notorious even among criminals for being a difficult place.

But since the sentence is reduced quickly if you go there voluntarily, there are some crazy guys who go there voluntarily… … .

“It didn’t seem normal, he was crazy.”

Krion shook his head.

If it’s a coal mine work site, it’s practically as dangerous as a Makstreet.

And at Krion’s words, Damian burst into laughter.

The guy is trying to do the best he can in his own way.

but.

‘I can’t come out injured… … .’

I guess I should write it down in advance.

Damian, along with Krion, headed to Alekh, where the second platoon leader, Sandrun, was.

* * *

City Alekh.

Although it was not a very bustling city, there were quite a lot of people.

Naturally, many different types of things were created and formed the infrastructure.

Thud thud.

An emotionless gait.

Shabby clothes and long bangs that cover the eyes.

He was a man with no unusual features, except for a single sword hanging from his waist.

Eventually, the man found a swordsmanship training ground in Alekh.

He was also the most famous within Alekh, and I heard that his training instructor was from the Knights Templar.

Squeak.

As I opened the door and went inside, I saw quite a few people each training.

Man, Sandrun saw the instructor inside the training ground.

He had a blond beard and a hint of white beard, and I could tell at a glance that he was the instructor here.

“Are you the training instructor here, Mathurn?”

Sandrun suddenly approached the instructor and asked his name.

Mathurn asked him, frowning slightly.

“Who are you?”

“I’m just a ronin. I’d like to learn a trick from you. Can you challenge me to a match?”

“……under?”

For a moment, Mathurn couldn’t hide his bewildered expression.

This is because there were some idiots who occasionally asked for sparring in the form of breaking the dojo.

Dealing with them isn’t difficult, but if you keep taking on all these guys, they’ll just keep coming in endlessly.

Then Meturn said:

“I don’t know what kind of person you are, but this isn’t the place for that kind of thing. Get out now. Or you’ll get in big trouble.”

“… … I think I came to the wrong place.”

Sandron just turned around with a dry expression. And.

“If it’s a place that even a mere ronin would be afraid of… … then its reputation is wrong. I think I came to the wrong place. Go about your business.”

Sandron walked back toward the entrance.

But is it because of his polite reaction?

The atmosphere was such that it felt like the instructor had gotten scared and backed out.

The trainees inside the training center looked at the instructor.

A look that seemed to ask if he was really going to let that person go like this.

At the sight of those cadets, Mathurn bit his lip with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“for a moment!”

“… … ?”

Sandron, who was walking towards the entrance at the sound of Mathurn’s shout, turned around to look at him.

Meturn said to Sandron.

“What do you do? What is your name?”

“Sandran. No last name. I just came here to learn a thing or two.”

“You could die. Are you sure? You’ll have to risk your life.”

Since I had brought this much work to the table, I had no intention of just glossing over it.

“If it’s a duel with a real sword, not a sword for sparring, I’ll accept.”

Mathurin raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

If it’s a real sword, you could really get seriously hurt or even die during a duel.

At this point, the guy would probably just turn his back and run away.

‘Then it wasn’t me who quit, it was the guy who ran away.’

Mathurin laughed inwardly.

but.

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t hold a grudge even if you kill me, so please give it your all.”

“……what?”

Mathurn’s eyes shook slightly.

Because there wasn’t a single hint of hesitation in the guy’s voice.

But soon a deep wrinkle formed between his eyebrows.

“You’re an impudent bastard. I’ll make you regret your choice. Come up!”

Mathurn picked up his sword that was hanging on the wall and climbed up onto the training ground.

In an instant, the trainees gathered around the training ground, and Sandrun walked between them and entered the training ground.

Sling.

Sandron drew his sword.

Sandrun lifted his sword slightly and aimed it at Mathurn.

Then he thought of the people he had fought with since Maxtree.

“… … Phew.”

During this time, Sandrun has had serious fights with many people.

He fought to the death and survived.

Of course, there were times when he suffered significant injuries along the way, but Sandron did not give up and continued to work hard to maintain his competitive edge.

“Let’s get started.”

Sandron said to Mathurn.

And at that moment.

Pavat!

“Ugh!”

Mathurin ran towards Sandrun.

A fairly fast speed.

‘I’ll give you a free lunch… …!’

Mathurn extended his sword as if he was going to finish Sandrun off with a single blow.

I was planning on stabbing him between his arm and shoulder, severing the tendon.

‘Even if you become a cripple, don’t regret it… …!’

But at the moment when Mathurn’s sword was about to touch Sandrun’s body.

Swish.

Sandrun took a slight step back and swung his sword at him.

Swish!

“… … !”

For a moment, Mathurn’s eyes shook greatly.

Because his attack missed and the guy’s sword fell on his head.

And just before Sandran’s sword was about to cut off Mathurn’s head.

chin!

Sandrun’s sword stopped just above Mathurn’s head.

Mathurn’s eyes shook violently and his expression hardened.

“I want you to do your best. Try to beat me in every way you can.”

Sandrun took a few steps back, putting away his sword.

Gulp.

At that sight, Mathurn swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

Just now, if the guy had just swung his sword like that.

‘Dead.’

It was a perfect attack for which there was no excuse.

At that moment, Mathurn felt a chill run down his spine.

Sandron told him.

“Then let’s start again.”

At those words, Mathurin began to look at Sandrun with a serious look in his eyes.

* * *

Chaeng! Chaeng! Chaeng!

The fight was a close one.

Although he is a swordsmanship instructor in a small town, Mathurn is a man of exceptional skill who once joined the Knights Templar.

Of course, I’m older now and things have slowed down compared to then.

‘… … Who is this guy?’

The expression on Mathurn’s face as he exchanged swords with Sandrun was becoming increasingly distorted.

The more we fought, the harder it was to figure out the guy.

‘This kid… … .’

The form and format of swordsmanship.

And it was a form of sword-fighting that I had never seen before.

No, to be precise, there is no basis.

These are skills literally learned on the streets.

It was a level of swordsmanship that only mercenaries would occasionally be able to use.

But even so, it is possible to fight on equal terms with oneself.

‘Is it because of the physical strength?’

I can’t help but think that way.

Because geniuses with outstanding physical abilities are everywhere.

but.

‘That’s not it either.’

Unfortunately, looking at his body, he wasn’t the type with good physical abilities.

Kang!

At first glance, he has a thin body type.

His muscles didn’t look that strong either.

Ssuk. Sssss!

Mathurn frowned as he watched Sandrun deftly blocking his sword.

Pavat!

Soon, Mathurn started running towards the guy, shaking his body slightly from side to side.

The moment I swung my sword, I thought of distracting the guy’s attention with a feint motion.

and.

“Ugh!”

Meturn, who was moving to the left, shouted, leaned to the right, and quickly swung his sword.

Meturn’s sword slashed toward Sandrun’s leg.

Bang!

But Sandrun deflected his sword again, strode forward, and swung his sword at him.

Fit!

“… … !”

Precarious timing.

As the sword extended straight ahead, Mathurn quickly tilted his head to the side to avoid the attack.

‘this……!’

If I had been just a little bit later, I would have gotten a big cut on my face.

Mathurn stepped back and wiped the blood flowing from his cheek.

“What is your name? Where did you learn swordsmanship?”

“Sandrun. I have never learned swordsmanship.”

“… … .”

As expected.

Just an instinctive movement based on experience.

At his words, Mathurn shut his mouth tightly.

Something… … I had a feeling that if I just polished it up a little bit, it would become a lot stronger.

Meturn asked him.

“Have you ever thought about learning swordsmanship from me? I think you could take the knighthood test after learning for a year or two.”

“… …The Knights Templar.”

Sandron muttered softly. But soon.

Sigh.

“… … ?”

A smile spread across Sandran’s face, which had been expressionless throughout the fight.

But I didn’t laugh because I liked it.

Because it was absurd.

Isn’t that obvious?

Until just recently, he was a criminal just waiting for his day to die.

But you’re a knight.

Sandron shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that will work… … .”

But before Sandron could finish speaking.

“I’m sorry, but I have to take him.”

Sandron turned his head to look at the unexpected voice.

and.

“… … !”

Sandron’s eyes shook greatly as she watched him approach her.