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Battle Race in Romance Fantasy chapter 22

22 – A Storm Strikes Twice A Storm Strikes Twice

“Okay. John Nassen’s Kyle. I challenge you to a duel on behalf of that person!”

The words that came out of the mouth of a noble freshman.

Precisely, the part that says ‘I challenge John Nassen to a duel.’

There, everyone was shocked and couldn’t say anything.

‘What did you just say? Challenge John Nassen to a duel?’

‘Did I hear that wrong? No? Then, is it a new type of suicide law?’

‘I feel sorry for you. Even a freshman should know about that incident.’

Each of them had slightly different thoughts, but one thing was certain.

A challenge to a duel with John Nassen’s person. You’re digging your own grave

The fact that those gathered at the table are screaming in silence.

Of course, there were several students who did not think so.

I was not there when John Nassen’s daughter brought a storm to the academy.

They were the ones who shook their heads saying that it was an absurd story and that it was exaggerated.

And this aristocratic freshman who challenged Ian to a duel was also of that type.

‘John Nassen’s emphasis on force is, in the end, nothing more than a high-level device to establish the authority of the imperial family. How could someone do that without using mana! It’s impossible!’

The nobility freshman was definitely confident in his skills and swordsmanship.

This is not arrogance or conceit. It was his own level that he accurately grasped.

It’s not at the level of being called a genius, but it can be said to be excellent.

I think I was able to enter the academy thanks to that swordsmanship.

Meanwhile, Kyle approached Ian and began to explain the situation.

At first there seemed to be some friction, but soon a female student came over and intervened.

She was a typical beautiful woman with very impressive purple hair.

“… I get it.”

As if the conversation was over, Ian finally nodded her head and stepped back from her.

I can’t help the slight dissatisfaction still on her face.

But rather than that complaint, he seemed more concerned about Tisha, who was holding my wrist right now.

“Let’s get started.”

Kyle, who had received the right to duel from Ian, stood in front.

The new aristocrat looked at Kyle for a moment and then said.

“Where is the sword?”

“… A sword?”

“Yes. A duel is established only when there is a sword.”

The reason why she mentioned the duel to Ian herself. Because Ian is also a prosecutor.

Those who fight with swords can never avoid someone’s challenge.

That’s why Kyle was also considered a swordsman, but no matter how much she looked, she couldn’t see the sword.

“… Is that really necessary to have a sword?”

“What are you talking about? Without a sword, then how are you going to duel?”

The aristocratic freshman, who was explaining, said with a feeling of ‘no way’.

“You don’t know about the dueling rules, do you?”

Yes. Could it be that he didn’t even know about the dueling rules?

I looked at Kyle with that thought in mind, but that seems to be the case.

“….”

“….”

“… Seriously, don’t you know? Really? Aren’t you kidding?”

“You may not know, but I don’t want to emphasize it too much.”

The freshman wanted to shout at Kyle’s answer.

You may not know, but if you don’t know, why the hell did you go to a duel?

“Stop joking around and raise your sword. If you don’t have one, at least borrow it!”

Kyle drooled and went back to Ian.

After that, something went back and forth between the two, but it didn’t seem to work out again.

A faint spark flickers between Kyle, who holds out his hand, and Ian, who shakes his head.

In the end, Tisha stepped in again this time, snatched Ian’s sword and handed it to Kyle.

Thanks to that, it was a bonus that Ian looked at Tisha with a bewildered look.

“….”

I told you to borrow someone else’s sword, but I never asked you to take it by force.

Should I duel with that man in front of me? I thought so.

“Let’s get started.”

“… Yes. Then we’ll sort it out and move on. If I win, I will receive a legitimate apology. Conversely, if I lose, I will admit my shortcomings and self-reflect.”

“If I lose, Ian and I will apologize, and if I win, Ian will apologize alone.”

There’s something strange about Kyle’s winning behavior, but it’s okay now.

Each of them set their own conditions for victory and defeat, and they agreed on a duel.

Now all that is left is for each other to do their best in this battle of pride.

Suseut-.

The aristocratic freshman who opened up the distance began to slowly explore Kyle.

‘… What are we going to do?’

Full of gaps. Kyle’s appearance now could be said to be full of gaps.

Standing in front of the opponent, holding a sword, everything is clumsy.

‘Is this your first time playing against people?’

I have heard rumors that the people of Jon Nassen are always meticulous in taking care of themselves.

However, his self-management is, in the end, just a training for ‘self-satisfaction’.

There are many cases where those who are absorbed in such things are unable to use their strength in real battles.

The John Nassen family said that the emperor himself had to bow his head.

But it has already been 30 years since the conquest of the empire ended.

I don’t know if it was the old John Nassen, but that generation is gone.

All that remains will be those who train without knowing anything.

Like that Kyle standing hesitantly in front of him right now!

‘Then it’s the first move. If it’s acting, I’ll stop right away, and if it’s real, I’ll show a bigger gap, so it’s a business I have nothing to lose.’

After thinking, the aristocratic freshman grabbed his sword and rushed at Kyle.

How will he react? How is he going to fight against himself?

“… Uh?”

For a moment, a sigh of bewilderment flowed from the mouth of the aristocratic freshman.

Kyle put the sword in his hand straight into the floor.

Then, clenching his fists, he slowly began pulling his shoulders back.

‘What the hell are you doing?!’

It’s very different from the duel he expected.

Even if it wasn’t so, I was insulted by a strange commoner named Ian.

Now even the Baron family, descendants of barbarians in the north, are doing something close to provocation.

At this point, it’s strange that he doesn’t get angry and squirm.

And that kind of excitement was enough to add more explosive power and speed to the body.

‘I tried to do it in moderation, but I can’t. It goes really well.’

The aristocratic freshman thought so, and swung the sword he was holding in her hand with all his might.

*

It’s not like I’ve never held a sword before. I caught it a few times at John Nassen.

However, I have never systematically learned the sword.

Yes. Kyle, who entered the duel on behalf of Ian, actually did not know how to wield the sword. He

He was a novice among swordsman novices.

“Why don’t you hold onto the sword or spear? Did you mean that?”

He once asked his father and then his older brother.

Why did he not practice handling weapons while ironing every day?

I was so curious that when I asked that question, the answer that came back was spectacle.

“Because bare hands are enough.”

The moment he heard that answer, he was honestly shocked.

If the opponent grabs a spear knife and uses mana to attack you, you can generate several times more power.

What the hell are you going to do in front of him!

No matter how hard your body is, if you cut it with a blade, it will be cut off!!

“Kyle.”

Did he even notice the inner thoughts of my son and younger brother?

Kyle’s father, Kyle’s older brother, said holding him by the shoulder.

“We are John Nassen. Even if you don’t know how to deal with it, even if you’ve never dealt with it, you will eventually deal with it. So all we need is a foundation to support it.”

What the hell that meant, then and now, Kyle didn’t understand.

All the other family members nodded, but why couldn’t he just accept it?

I wondered if it was because he was a possessed person, and he had the perception that he wasn’t a person here, so he was interfering.

It still is. I did take Ian’s sword by half force.

Swinging it aside, even holding it properly was too awkward.

It was so light that it would be incredibly difficult to handle.

You need to have a sense of weight to swing it, and this weight is equivalent to holding a pen.

This doesn’t help anything. Rather, it is just a burden.

So Kyle just stuck the sword in his hand to the ground.

I can hear students clamoring from all sides.

Because he behaves like this during a duel, it must be so.

But Kyle ignored them all and focused on one thing.

‘Wouldn’t this be an issue?’

The person who caused the duel was Ian, not himself.

The one who asked for a duel was also a new aristocrat, not himself.

He was just trying to stop him, but for some reason, he took on the duel instead.

The reason was that there was an insulting remark, so it can be said that it was self-defense.

‘The weak one.’

The words I just heard are still ringing in my ears. Stays strong in the mind

My stomach turns upside down and I can’t seem to subside.

I’m afraid I’ll get into an accident if I keep going like this.

In addition, I even heard the shocking words, ‘We play with each other.’

I’m on the same level as Ian. To be with the craftsman who cuts with that aggro.

This crosses the line, yes. It is beyond ‘John Nasege’.

‘Being weak… yes. Let’s pretend we can barely get past that. By the way….’

No matter what, damn it. It’s not a bit of a stretch to say that he’s on the same level as Ian.

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t accept the words that they play with each other!

“Huh.”

While staring at the aristocratic freshman who lunges straight at him.

Pulling his arm back with all his might, Kyle pushed her fist forward.

Awesome!!-

*

A woman pours her tea and puts her cup forward.

Someone with shiny silver hair that looks like the color of a lake is accepting tea.

Considering the status of a woman, serving tea was absolutely impossible.

But the guest who came this time was well worth it.

“Hey! It smells so good! Thank you!!”

“The saintess came to see me, and this is it.”

Horok-.

After taking a few sips of her tea, the woman slowly opened her mouth.

“I heard you’re going to the academy.”

“Oh, yes! It happened.”

“For what purpose?”

“Okay. Does every action have to have a purpose?”

At the words of her saintess, the woman muttered, ‘That’s right.’

“Go and don’t get lost. Gilchi saintess who doesn’t even have this answer.”

“Don’t worry! It’s not long anymore! I have one more exciting news, have you heard of it?!”

“What news.”

“It happened two days ago at the academy. Apparently, a freshman broke her sword with her bare hands!”

“Did you break a sword or something? You do weird things.”

“No. It’s not a defeat, it’s a duel?!”

“… Duel?”

“Yes. The sword wasn’t just standing upright, it was flying from the front with its blade erect, and I punched it from the front! Wow! They said it was broken.”

Then, her emotion blooms on the woman’s expressionless face.

“That freshman. Please tell me a little bit more.”

The 5th Princess of the Empire, Julika Sebastian Lovisa de Lothringen.

It was the moment when she, who had no interest in anything other than her strength, asked her about the opposite sex for the first time.

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