Alchemist After Possessing

122. Melgard Tournament (4)

122. Melgard Tournament(4)

I can say that Staffyn Corroman has lived, and she has lived without failing, except for one thing. Born into an aristocratic family, he was raised by good parents and an older sister. Staffin had a childhood that anyone would envy, but Staffin was not as happy as the eyes of others.

A father who is addicted to work and it is not easy to see a normal face. A mother who pays attention to the public eye and does not reveal herself. Between his sister, who had a genius talent as a wizard, Staffin was always alone. Yes. Staffin Corroman has never felt the love of his family.

Once in a while, when the family had a meal, my parents always talked about my older sister. He wanted to tell his story too, but he couldn’t help it if it didn’t come out. Compared to her older sister, she was a Staphine who had nothing to offer. From one day, everything in the house started to revolve around my sister. Stepin’s parents, who went out to society as aristocrats, take the lead in only talking about her sister.

As if he were a child without Staffin Corroman, he was only talking about his older sister.

One day, Staffin told her older sister about the sadness she felt.

ㅡ”Staffine. Do you know why my mother is so proud of me?”

Staffin shook her head.

ㅡ”Staffine. Do you know why your mother cares about people so much?”

Staffin shook her head again.

ㅡ “It’s because she wasn’t born with her talent. People without talent have no choice but to compete in politics. I mean politics, you know? Part of that is why her mother cares so much about her eyes and brags about me to others. Staffin. You should learn politics too. You have to know how to wrap yourself up and blow air into it to make it float high.”

Politics. Hearing those words from his sister, Staffin’s life changed in an instant. She has changed into a person who pays attention to others, and she begins to mercilessly trample on the weak in order to look good.

She said it made her look ugly, but it didn’t matter. When she adds politics to her ugliness, no one knows she is ugly. Rather, he is transformed into an outstanding person. Staffin Corroman has survived that way. With a solid background as an aristocrat, Staffin, who has excellent political skills, has literally been on the rise.

But Staffin realizes. Like a thunderstorm. He gets a realization that his whole body trembles. Empire and kingdom. And after he enters Arisha Academy, where talented people from the nearby kingdom come in like a tide, he realizes that politics cannot achieve everything and despairs of his talent.

Crude talent cannot be hidden only by politics. Yes, there were people who were socially superior to him who couldn’t bet on politics like pebbles. It was all the more so because he realized that the aristocratic background could not protect him in the education district.

Staffin, however, did not give up. If he doesn’t do well in the academy, he will be despised by the family again. He devoted most of his time to training. He struggled against the cruel reality. And with his political maneuvering, he was willing to give himself a chance to show off.

I stepped on everything that could be trampled. Everything available was used. It was accompanied by bloody effort. However, it gradually reached its limits. He sleeps 4 hours a day and spends the rest of his time studying and training.

Even so, the gap with the third place is getting smaller, and it is in danger of being pushed out of the second place. What’s even more upsetting is that the third place is a person who goes to the academy idle without making any effort. Staffin Corroman grows more and more impatient.

If I keep going like this, I will be pushed out of the second place and I will graduate as normal as many other students. I barely stepped on my sister’s shadow, but if I don’t stand out even at the academy, I can’t catch up with my sister forever. You will be abandoned by your parents as well. I hate that. Thought Staphine Corroman.

It doesn’t matter if you lose by rolling on the floor miserably and dirty. But, at least in the eyes of others, you have to win. If someone is watching, you should never lose. If you lose If anyone sees me lose, I’ll go back to that time.

I think that’s not possible. Staffin Corroman wipes her nosebleed and gets up.

“Woros!”

Staffin Corroman is getting angry at himself for being unsightly. However, the arrow of rage is not directed at herself, but at Woros, who stands before her eyes. She gnashed her teeth so that Staffin snapped. If she was originally the same, she should have played with Woros and stamped him with overwhelming prowess. But she was convinced by the move Worros had just shown.

That guy is not the Worth Blood I knew until now.

The thought made Staphine Corroman nervous. Woros is a failing student. If you lose to a guy like that, you’ll lose everything you’ve built so far. It shouldn’t be. Staffin Corroman thought about that, and decided to push him with all his might.

To prevent an emergency from happening.

*

Staffin was hit in the face by my spear. He stood in a daze, thinking about something, and then his eyes suddenly changed. The playfulness disappeared from his face in an instant. The guy would notice too. That my skills have improved to the point where they can’t be compared to last year.

“Did you finally come to your senses?”

“Kuh.”

“After defeating you, I didn’t want to hear that I lost because I was careless. So come with all your might.”

“Do you want to die like that?”

After answering that, Staffin hopped backwards to spread the distance. He spreads his legs and lowers his stance. He could tell how much effort he had put into his flawless posture. Contrary to his calm demeanor, his face was contorted. I took a step closer to Staffin and opened his mouth.

“Are you nervous? You, who insisted on a duel with the weak. Same skill… No, because I got to face an opponent who might be stronger than myself.”

“You are equal to me? Are you stronger than me? Turned, Woros.”

“No, I was sure. STEPHIN You can’t beat me.”

Fast!

Staffin, who bites his teeth, injects magical power into the spear. Then the window starts to freeze from the end. The ice travels down Staffin’s arms to his elbows.

Kwajik!ㅡ

As he releases the spear and grabs it again, the ice that connects his hand to the spear breaks. The guy is ready for battle. I also wrapped an aura around the spear and slowly approached him. When they were slowly closing the distance, aiming their spears at each other like that.

“Search!”

Staffin’s spear moved first. He took a step forward and cast a stab at me. As he unfolded the thrust, ice protruded from the tip of the spear, increasing the range.

I was predicting that he would move. In the first place, I have been practicing with Master to the point of exhaustion. A technique that cuts through the side when the opponent extends a spear. I bend my body 90 degrees. Avoiding his spear, he burrowed into the side and swung the spear. Then, the ice that increased Staffin’s spear range broke. Staffin, whose spear has become lighter, uses the spear handle to slash my spear.

KANG!ㅡ

I can feel the dull sound and cold shockwaves of magic colliding with mana. Staffin shifts his back foot, changes his stance, and continues the lunge. The posture is also good. It’s strong too. But he can’t get over me.

I also slashed the spear that Staffin had thrown. Once again, along with the sound of magical energy colliding, a cold shock wave that shakes the bangs is generated.

“Ugh.”

Even though the attack was only blocked, Staffin’s face was distorted. He braces himself and tries to attack again. But it was my window that moved first.

Chijik!ㅡ

“aaagh!”

The tip of my spear scrapes Steffen’s waist. Blood splattered from his body, but it was a shallow attack. I stabbed it exactly as I had trained, but it was the result of the tip of the spear slipping due to the defense magic guarding the vital point.

“Note… die!”

Staffin holding the stance and swinging the spear while I was extending the spear. I let go of the spear and threw myself on my back, then rolled on the floor to widen the distance between him and avoid the spear. Stepin, who decided that now is an opportunity for me to place the spear, runs towards me holding the spear with both hands.

I took out the potion and rolled it on the floor. Staffin must have judged that this was a golden opportunity, so rather than dodge the potion, he hit it with the tip of his spear. Actually, that potion is just water.

If we slowed down its advance even for a moment, it would have done its job. I called up the window. As the missing spear returned to my hand, Staffin’s eyes widened for an instant. But the guy doesn’t care and throws the spear as it is. I rolled to the side, dodged the window, and stood up.

“Die! Die!”

Staffin wielded the spear once again. Is it because of what I dodged and burrowed into him? It was Staffin who refrained from stabbing and focused on swinging. That is, he lost his cool. I kept hitting that bastard’s spear.

Kang!ㅡ Kang!ㅡ

The ice that wrapped around his spear shattered and began to fall to the floor. Staffin breathes heavily because of overdoing the big movements. The guy is on the same level as himself. He or he will seldom duel with an opponent stronger than himself.

This is the visible difference. His spearmanship is superior to mine. His magical power is also stronger than mine. But he can’t beat me. Because he has no experience. If he pours out his stamina and mana like that without adjusting his pace, he will eventually collapse.

“Woros!!”

Staffin, impatient, unleashes a thrust. I waited for the moment when he used the stab. Seizing the opportunity, I applied 30 lines of aura, concentrating on the tip of the spear, dodging the stab, then digging into the practice table and changing the position of my front foot. I swung the spear from bottom to top.

Kang!

Aiming for the place where Staffin’s ice was broken and hitting Auror, the impact must have been considerable. As evidence of that, Staffin misses the spear, and his spear flies in a parabolic arc. He realizes that he missed the window, and Staffin opens his eyes wide.

“Heo Eok… Heo-eok… It’s okay.”

Jjang-Geurang!ㅡ

Staffin’s spear, which was flying in a parabola, fell to the ground and rolled. At the same time, I pointed the point of my spear at his neck.

“Heo Eok… uh… how… You, like you—”

“You look like you can’t admit defeat.”

Staffin gnashing his teeth while looking at me. If I don’t break that nose, it’s obvious that he will climb on me again. I let out a deep sigh and threw the spear I was holding onto the floor. Then Staffin opened her eyes wide.

“You have to press down completely. Those eyes will be a little nicer.”

“I totally… this… This bastard!!”

Staffin takes a fighting stance with both fists clenched. I also put both fists next to my waist and controlled my breathing. Then he held out his hand slightly, spread his legs, and straightened his back. It is one of the basic postures of Judo. From Staffin’s point of view, my posture would be a strange posture that I had never seen before.

In a state where the nerves of the whole body are sharpened, but when seen by an outsider, the whole body is exposed, literally a posture with many gaps. He must have thought so too, so he jumped at me and punched me. I don’t have the strength to knock down Staffin with my bare fists. However, in the world of judo, there are many techniques that can reverse the difference in power at once.

The moment he stretched out his arm, I instantly lowered my body, grabbed his arm collar, and pulled him towards me. I used my strength and his strength together. At the same time, I grabbed the collar of the creature with my other hand and tucked one of his legs between its feet. All of these movements were made in an instant, even before the sound of ahh came out.

As I looked away, I slapped the guy’s leg with the leg I inserted. I threw the unbalanced body onto the floor with the feeling of putting it on my back. Kwadang!— With a dull sound, saliva spurted out of Staffin’s mouth. I climbed on top of Staffin’s body, which had been thrown to the floor, and pressed his neck with my forearm.

“Cheer, heck!”

Staffin, who was complaining of pain as he staggered his limbs, finally declared surrender by beating him on the floor. As Staffin announces his surrender, he stops and crosses his arms as the referee hurries to end the match. It was a game that would have been stopped even if Staffin hadn’t surrendered in the first place.

At the same time as the referee’s sign, the sound of the janggu resounds to announce the end of the game.