Academy’s Genius Swordmaster

Abduction 19. A blue spring to you (1)

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“ah..”

Nabirose opened her eyes. Morning sunlight was seeping through the uncovered window. Above her head was a high ceiling that was unusually high for a house where she lived alone.

‘I feel lighter today.’

Sometimes there are refreshing days like this.

Even though I trained hard until late last night, strangely I wasn’t tired.

She stretched out her arms and left her room.

There was no bed as I only slept on the floor with a blanket.

After folding the blanket and going out the door, a living room filled with all kinds of miscellaneous things appeared.

‘I guess I’ll have to get a blade to clean these up too.’

I bit her lips with butterflies.

It was a scenery that contrasted with the clean bedroom.

A graduation album, a bouquet of flowers with a magic that won’t fade, a frilly dress or sparkly jewelry that doesn’t take the recipient’s taste into account at all. It would be easier if I just threw it away, but I couldn’t.

All the miscellaneous items that increased with each passing year were gifts from students.

Nabirose’s gaze, which was scratching his stomach and looking at the devastation, stopped at a certain place.

A piece of underwear as large and colorful as a tropical fruit was hanging above her chair.

‘I guess I should have taken a hit back then.’

Nabirose laughed. That was a gift from Adeshan upon graduation.

The instructor said he should find a partner before it’s too late, and the box he held out contained those strange items, top and bottom. Judging from its flashy and provocative design, it seemed to be for the so-called ‘decisive battle’.

I still vividly remember the conversation at that time.

– You’re out of your mind. Are you telling me to wear something like this?

– Oh my, everything comes out like this these days. I don’t know if I can express it this way, but the effect is good. Ronan last night…

– stop. I don’t want to know any more.

Of course I never wore it.

It was because I had no intention of finding a partner and the measurements were wrong in the first place.

Even bigger rather than smaller.

I was quite embarrassed because it was something I had never experienced before in my life.

That was already more than ten years ago.

Nabirose’s gaze shifted again.

‘Now that I see it, I’ve received everything.’

The existing furniture, such as sofas and tables, were buried and not even visible.

The only thing on display was a photo of Ronan’s gang on the wall.

A taxidermy of the most enjoyable time in my life, taken before I even went to the Festival of the Sword.

‘When on earth did this happen?’

Butterfly Rose smiled.

It was a photo that seemed to have been sliced into chunks of youth.

The location is the Gallerion Pavilion at Phileon Academy. To be exact, the first training ground located there.

In the photo, Ronan and Schlieffen, who still look young, were holding each other’s shoulders. I had just finished sparring, so my whole body was dirty with dust. Standing behind him were Adeshan, who worked as an assistant, and himself.

Adeshan was holding a canteen with both hands, and he was looking down at his two students with his arms crossed.

With happy eyes, as if looking at a brilliant treasure,

‘I was so jealous.’

It was worth it. It wasn’t just because the two men were geniuses unprecedented in the history of the empire.

Nabi Rose liked students who spent their youth to the fullest.

He liked students who spent the best time of their lives investing in what they wanted, whether it was studying, love, or fighting. In that sense, Ronan and Schlieffen were the type of people who had the most wonderful youth.

Perhaps it could even be called vicarious satisfaction.

Nabi Rose was a man who burned his entire youth on a bloody battlefield.

A life where blood and death, the logic of the fittest and the harsh philosophy that life is money were common sense.

She had no memories of her laughing and chatting with her friends, studying together or going on her trips.

That’s why she became an educator.

Because she wanted to see her students lead a happy and valuable youth, different from her own.

Because she wants to guide her students who cannot do that.

Although she didn’t really show off, she was more satisfied with her job than anyone else.

Suddenly, as she looked at herself in the photo, I caught a glimpse of her bitter smile.

‘You’re young.’

Butterfly Rose once again realized that she was old. It was a story about her appearance that had nothing to do with her skills. Skin like summer fruit, hair that shines.

Unlike now, I am a person in my thirties who is full of vitality.

Of course, even now, people around her saw her as someone in her mid to late twenties, but what her party felt was something else.

“joy.”

Probably nothing would change in the future.

I will grow older steadily through the harsh times.

One day, wrinkles would form, her hair would turn gray, and the day would come when she would no longer be able to lift the sword that was like a limb. But it wasn’t scary.

Because life is the most beautiful thing when you move forward.

I followed her today with a butterfly that shook off the long thoughts that followed her.

‘Shall we go?’

She might be late if she didn’t wash up quickly.

She’s a vice-principal, so she can’t suffer such disgrace.

It was the moment she entered her bathroom.

“……huh?”

Sensing her sense of disconnect, she tilted her head. She somehow seemed to have raised her sink higher.

It was supposed to be at her waist level, but now it was up to her chest. There was something strange about the bathroom slippers being looser than usual.

‘Is it because of my mood?’

Still, it didn’t bother me much.

Because I wasn’t the type to pay close attention to the sink or slippers.

Nabi Rose, who I thought was just this size, stopped in front of the sink. Just as she was about to take off her snake-patterned pajamas, which were almost like skins, and wash her face.

“What?”

Nabirose froze. There was a young girl standing in the mirror.

That’s a kid in his early to mid teens who looks like he’s going to ask what’s for lunch today at any moment.

A face that is not smooth but still has breast fat. As the head gets smaller, the eyes get bigger.

I only found out now that my pajamas were falling down below my collarbone. I also thought I could understand why her shoulders were unusually light.

After a while.

She laughed as if she was dumbfounded as she played with her breasts, which had shrunk to half their size.

“This…is too young.”

****

Tower Mage of Manwol Magic Tower.

Master of earth magic.

Wear inchworm, etc.

There were many other words that summarized the man named Jardin, but the most famous one was, of course, ‘the wizard who brought his wife back to life.’ Rodin, who with Ronan’s help revived his wife Sunya, who had been his entire life, was still working as a professor of magic at Phileon Academy.

Upon returning, Sunya changed many things about Jarudin.

I gained enough weight to look like a normal person, and succeeded in transforming my face, which had a default expression as if I was about to commit suicide, into a smiling face.

The change in the interior of the office was one of them. Jarudin’s office, which originally resembled an abandoned wasteland, was now filled with foliage plants, dolls made by Sunya herself, and colorful furniture.

As I listened to the exciting music coming from the gramophone, I was confused as to whether this was the office or the Southern Native Culture Experience Club.

As Jaradin lived in such a place, his personality naturally changed to become more gentle.

Much of his characteristic cynicism has disappeared, and he no longer tells practical jokes to students.

Rather, by providing answers based on his own eventful past, he has now become the person known for being the best at counseling in Phileon.

But in life, you don’t know what’s ahead.

Sometimes, situations would arise that were difficult for even Jaradin, who had reached a new level, to endure.

Zarodin palmed his face.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Yes. I know. But how can I see something like this…”

I was trying so hard to hold back laughter that tears almost came out.

He was doing his best to respond to his little guest who suddenly came into his office.

Butterfly Rose, now a child, was sitting on the sofa opposite him with her legs crossed.

She was glaring at Zarodin with her chin raised as usual, but her usual sensuality or intimidation was nowhere to be seen. Her nightgown still draped over her body, her wobbly feet not touching the floor, adding to the comical feel.

Write-ha-

Jarudin took a deep breath and held out something to her.

“Take this first.”

“What is that bead?”

“What is it? “Kids these days can’t get enough of Barenpyo candy…Kuhhak!!”

bang! Rodin, the one who took out her candy, collapsed.

This was because three shots from the government, which were so fast that she could not be seen, hit her solar plexus directly.

It seemed like he wasn’t Nabi Rose’s impersonator because he was in so much pain that it made him poop.

“If you want to get hit more, keep talking. “Every time you say nonsense, the number of bones will increase.”

“Ugh, heh…you ignorant girl…”

“What on earth happened to me? “I suddenly woke up and found myself a child.”

Nabirose was drooling.

She ran straight to Rodin’s office without even changing her clothes properly.

She didn’t want the students to see her, so she covered herself with a thick blanket.

Rodin, the one who helped her stumbling body to her feet, opened her mouth.

“Damn, I guess it’s not like my internal organs are damaged… First of all, congratulations. “You are now a body that will never die of old age.”

“What do you mean? Are you under a curse?”

“It’s closer to a blessing than a curse. It’s similar to the case of Archmage Lorhorn. Why, you’ve probably heard that a wizard can freely control the time flowing through his body when he reaches a certain level, right? In fact, he didn’t do it as needed. So, you go back and forth between being a child and being an adult.”

With butterflies, I nodded her head. Although she had little interest in magic, she did know that Lorhorn could change his age at will. Kratir, who has reached the age of natural death, is making desperate efforts to reach that stage.

“It’s the same principle for you. The quality of the mana condensed in the body became significantly superior to the vessel called the body, returning the body to its prime. In the New World, it’s a phenomenon called bone metamorphosis.”

“I don’t think this is my prime.”

I looked to her side as butterflies fluttered up her sleeves.

Ursa, the Great Sword, her beloved sword that was like her soul, was leaning diagonally on the sofa.

In fact, this was more of a problem than her clothes.

It was originally a sword that was longer than her height, but now that her body had become smaller, it almost looked like a pillar.

Zarodin scratched the back of her head.

“That…I don’t know how to explain it. I guess it’s an individual difference.”

It was a voice lacking confidence.

She had no choice because it was something that rarely happened.

It had reached a level that even Jaifa had not yet reached.

I wondered if I would find one or two people if I looked through history books.

Crack! With butterflies, I chewed and swallowed her candy.

“Then is there no way to return to the original state? Like controlling time like Lorhorn.”

“I’m afraid that’s impossible. You’re not a wizard. But wouldn’t you really be back to your prime in a few years? How old were you when you beat me up in the jungle?”

“I was about twenty years old. Even if that happens, it’s too late.”

With butterflies, I frowned at her.

As of now, I am not confident that I will grow over time, and several years is too long a time.

As the vice-principal, I had to teach the students right away, but if things were like this, it would have been better not to be laughed at.

Jarodin said.

“This is definitely an embarrassing situation. Let alone me, Lorhorn wouldn’t be able to control other people’s time.”

“Is there no one I can ask for help?”

“There is one. It’s not a person, though.”

“what?”

Nabirose’s eyes widened. It was an answer she didn’t expect.

She glared at Jarudin.

“Who is that?”

“I could tell you, would you mind? He must be a pretty annoying person.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just say it.”

“Navardose.”

Nabirose’s face hardened.

Now Rodin sighed as if she knew this would happen.

“There is only one wizard better than Lorhorn. He is the Mother of Fire, and he can solve your problems.”

“…Are you serious?”

“Why would I lie in this situation? Still, I think it will save you the trouble of going to see him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why, you’re going on a field trip to Adren for second graders. I think we can go together as a couple.”

Adren.

The city where only dragons and their descendants lived was still floating in the distant sky.

Originally, it was a place where only heads of countries or special envoys could enter after receiving permission, but after the war with Nebula Clazier ended, it became somewhat more flexible.

Jarudin muttered.

“Let’s see…it’s leaving in three days. “It’s just right.”

Currently, Phileon Academy was a group of mortals who had the most active interactions with Adren.

It was thanks to Ronan and Asher, who prevented the city’s destruction, and Itargand, the son of Navardose, who studied at Phileon. I could tell just by looking at the fact that it was permitted as a school field trip location.

Following a school trip was certainly the best way to gain an audience with Navarre.

She had been staying in Adren with her kin since the collapse of the interstellar fortress Drimoor.

But that didn’t matter now.

“Are you kidding me? Are you asking me to lead the students like this? I would rather go separately.”

“That must be difficult. Because the ferry routes to and from Adren are strictly regulated. “Even if you are the principal of Phileon, you cannot come and go freely.”

“Ugh….”

Nabirose gritted his teeth. It was as he said.

Although Adren favored Phileon, there was a line she had to walk.

If you were caught sneaking in, it could have developed into a problem between countries.

“So I have a great idea. Would you like to hear it?”

“Good idea?”

“okay. “I prepared this because Sunya wanted to wear it…”

A meaningful smile appeared on Jarudin’s lips.

He suddenly walked to the closet and took out some clothes.

A shirt, blazer, and a stylish skirt without a pattern.

Nabirose’s eyes narrowed.

“You guy, no way…”

“okay. That’s the theory. “You always envied students deep inside.”

Although her true intentions were detected, the current Nabi Rose could not hear anything like that.

What was in Jaradin’s hand was none other than the women’s uniform from Phileon Academy.

He handed Nabirose a neatly folded school uniform.

“If you’re embarrassed to be an instructor, how about going as a student?”