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Chapter 31 - I'm Sure That's Not What You Cultivated Your Skills For (1)
Watching Cal Krone’s stage, Lumian retraced the memories of his past life.
He recalled the time before they defeated the high-ranking demon who was the Demon King’s right arm, when the Knight King was giving a speech before his subordinate knights.
At that time, he had been armed with a rock-like hardness and had displayed the valor of a lion.
At that reliable sight, all the knights, including himself, could not help but be filled with courage.
'It was the power of Aura.'
Еnú m̆ а
It didn't just end with infusing one’s voice with Aura or emitting Aura from the body.
To give the opponent the desired feeling, one had to conjure a fitting mental image and realize it. This was an advanced technique that only those at the very top among knights could perform.
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Lumian also utilized this method often.
Rather than using it to evoke trust from his comrades like the Knight King, he used it to pressure the enemy. Countless demons would get scared and flee upon seeing him exude the spirit of a mythological giant.
'But that guy... how can he do something like that without the help of Aura?'
It was absurd.
Е n̂ u m̀ а̂.i d̊
The energy surrounding Cal Krone was not Aura.
Nor was it Mana. If he had borrowed the power of magic, there was no way the academy's magic professors would not have noticed.
That's right. That was his unique ability, created by Cal Krone's immense talent.
It was a mysterious energy created by a strong desire for attention.
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We ask for your cooperation once again. The excessive cheering is currently causing a disruption in the match's proceedings. We would be grateful if the audience would please refrain from actions such as standing up from your seats or shouting loudly.
"KYAAAAAAK-!"
Ӗn ú m a . і̄ d
"Show us one more time, Cal Krone!"
"Hurry up and finish that guy off!"
"Ah, how wonderful it would be if your hand were to linger on my cheek!"
"Sob... sob... I love it so much... what do I do...!"
Despite another magical broadcast, the audience showed no signs of calming down.
On the contrary, even the women who were not Cal Krone's fans began to look at him with excited expressions.
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Even some of the men made unreadable expressions, swallowed hard with a GULP, and gazed intently at Cal Krone.
Lumian shook his head at the crazy spectacle, and the announcer shook his head too.
It seemed it would be better to just start the match.
He looked at the two contestants and asked.
"Is everyone ready?"
"Yes."
Еṅ u m а
"Ye-yes!"
Unlike the composed Cal Krone, the opposing first-year student was trembling all over.
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The announcer looked at him with a pitiful expression. Indeed, it seemed that even he would find it difficult to display his full skills amid such one-sided cheering.
'But what can you do? His opponent is Cal Krone.'
Cal Krone was the best, in terms of both skill and popularity.
The very thought of trying to beat him must have been a mistake. It might have been easier on the mind to just blame his luck in the tournament draw.
W е̊ b̀ňоv̆ e l Е n̂ ũm̈а̄
That was the common thought of the general audience and most of the contestants.
But Teoro, Boomer, and Lumian were different.
And among them, Lumian's heart was the hottest.
He watched Cal Krone with a gaze as hot as dripping molten iron.
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And he devoted all his effort to capturing the image and atmosphere that he exuded.
'A face can't be fixed.'
Е̄ ñu m̀ ӓ . і̊d̄
It was a similar thought to one he'd had before. A natural-born face cannot be fixed.
It was like being unable to create genitals that one didn't have through effort. That was why Lumian had felt a deep sense of frustration looking at Teoro's face.
But Cal Krone's ability was not like that.
At least that could be mimicked. Although he was not as good as that guy, and he himself was still very lacking, the thought that he could at least get close if he tried fired up Lumian's will.
'Of course, Cal Krone's talent is overwhelming, but...'
The same was true for him.
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He possessed swordsmanship skills that even Cal Krone, hailed as the strongest in the academy's history, could not match. He had overwhelming Aura.
Although it was far below the level of his past life, he felt it was more than possible to at least mimic Cal Krone's ability.
CLANG!
CLATTER!
"I-I-I lost!"
"Match over! Second-year, Class A, Cal Krone, is the victor!"
Ẽ ň ùm_а . і̀ d
"KYAAAAAAK! Take me!"
"Cal Krone! Cal Krone! Cal Krone!"
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While Lumian was stoking his will, the result of the match came out. The winner was, of course, Cal Krone. The first-year student picked up his sword, which had been sent flying in a single blow, and dejectedly descended from the stage.
However, there was almost no one who paid him any attention.
Most of the women, and even the men, looked only at Cal Krone. Watching him give ballroom-style bows to the north, south, east, and west, the men muttered.
"Fuck, he's cool as hell."
Ёn̂ uṁá_
"That son of a bitch, he's handsome alright."
"Damn it, he's good at swordsmanship, his family is good, and he's tall. What the hell is he lacking?"
"I hope he's gay."
"Yeah, I hope he's gay."
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"Ugh, anyway, I'm glad I'm in the graduating class. I don't have to compete with that guy."
"I know, right? It's a real relief. If it were me, I would have forfeited the moment I stepped onto the stage and come right back down."
W̃еb̃ń o̊ v̄е́l̀ Е̇ nú m̂ӑ
'I can never do that.'
Their voices reached Lumian's sensitive hearing.
He shook his head.
Watching Cal Krone return to the waiting area, he made a vow.
'Before the final match... I will catch up as much as I can.'
Training is the only answer.
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Having finished his thought, Lumian closed his eyes and quietly began to circulate his Aura.
***
'It feels refreshing to be in the spotlight after so long.'
Cal Krone, who had taken his seat, smiled with satisfaction.
He hadn't appeared before people for a while after the midterm evaluation. Even for someone like him, being exposed to the obsession of his crazed fans all day was a tiring affair.
But receiving the attention of everyone, young and old, men and women, on a properly set stage like this was different.
Е́ n̆ û m̆ а. і_d̈
It was a truly pleasant thing.
It didn't really matter whether their attention was affection, jealousy, malice, or respect.
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Because he was a person strong enough to endure it all.
He thought, still not erasing his smile.
'My opponent in the semifinals... was it Teoro? I wish time would go by faster.'
The first-year student was too lacking to handle him.
Е̇ nú ḿ å..і̂d
It had to be at least someone on Teoro's level. Because the more brilliant the opponent one defeated, the more splendidly one would shine.
It was as he was thinking that and was about to turn his gaze to the next match.
From one side of the contestants' waiting area, a strange energy was suddenly felt.
"......?"
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He frowned and turned his head. Looking closely, it was Lumian Calard. The guy who had lost his interest because he couldn't even pass his simple test.
But a bizarre thing was happening from the body of that unremarkable guy.
Ѐn u ṁ а
'Why does his atmosphere keep changing so drastically?'
He couldn't understand it.
It felt crude like a stone, but then at a certain moment, a spirit as straight as bamboo could be felt.
Then it would suddenly change to a damp and creepy feeling like a snake's skin, and a moment later, a sharp spirit like a sword would burst forth.
Later, there was not even an image that came to mind. Just a complex and subtle energy he had never felt before was flowing out, confusing him.
"What is it?"
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"What is this?"
"Lumian, what are you...?"
"I'm practicing something. Just don't talk to me for a moment."
"......"
The surrounding contestants also seemed to have faintly sensed this, as they were looking towards Lumian with expressions that said they had no idea what was going on. Judging by the situation, it seemed that even Boomer and Teoro, who were close to Lumian, didn't understand what was happening.
'He seems to be preparing something diligently... but I'll stop paying attention.'
Е́ ň_ù mа̇
After watching Lumian for a little longer, Cal Krone turned his head away.
At best, he was a guy beneath Boomer. There was no reason to pay attention to an opponent who would be crushed by Boomer in the semifinals.
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WHOOOOSH
And it was the same for Lumian. He, too, had no time to spare paying attention to Cal Krone.
Conjuring a mental image that suited him, he subtly raised his Aura. And he strived to bring that image into reality.
'Damn it, this is difficult!'
Е n ùm̀ а. іd̃
Sword, shield, rock, giant, beast, night fog. Mental images for pressuring the enemy or hiding one's presence, things helpful in battle, were materialized in an instant.
However, mental images that women might like were not well implemented. It was because he had never once thought about or tried in that direction.
What kind of knight would try to create the atmosphere of a rose with Aura?
What kind of Sword Master would use his precious Aura, which was like his own blood, to achieve a halo effect?
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On a battlefield where one's life hung on a handful of Aura, no one would do such a thing. No, not even during training. Because training was premised on actual combat.
But Lumian was different.
Е ṅu̇m̈_а
To him right now, there was nothing more important than this.
'I can do it. Let's not be impatient!'
Haaa, after taking a deep breath, Lumian circulated his Aura once more.
He conjured the mental image that best fit his concept, the image he had built up. And he focused all his nerves on letting its atmosphere flow outwards.
He could not express it as concretely as Cal Krone did. That man possessed the greatest talent for being an attention seeker in history, and having realized it early on, he had honed it for a long time.
Coveting his results from the very beginning was the mindset of a thief.
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'But at least, if it's just about taking the first step... I did it!'
WHOOOOSH!
Lumian's eyes flew open.
He lowered his head and scanned his body.
A subtle, fresh, yet pure feeling enveloped his entire body.
Having finally succeeded in creating the atmosphere he wanted, he gave a refreshing smile.
Е̇ ṅü mä . ǐ d̀
At that moment, the match announcer's voice was heard.
"Next! Second-year, Class E, Lumian Calard, and first-year, Class C, Jean Claire!"
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Thump, Lumian shot up from his seat. After grabbing a longsword from the display case under the stage, he slowly walked up onto the stage.
Seeing this, Teoro and Boomer tilted their heads.
'Something's different from usual, isn't it?'
Was all that crazy stuff he was doing in the waiting area for this?
W̌ е̊ b̆ n о v̄е̂l̈ Еṅum̂а́
He didn't know exactly, but it certainly wasn't a bad feeling. No, it was good.
It was a refreshing energy that drew one's gaze for some reason, yet was not overbearing.
And the people in the audience were also feeling something similar.
***
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Miss Barbara Merlin of the History Department, who had come to watch the Swordsmanship Festival with a friend, had a face full of fatigue.
At first, the sight of swords clashing was so thrilling and made her hands sweat that she watched without realizing how much time had passed.
W̄ ѐ b̃.n̊ о̌ v̂ el̄ Е ńum̂а
But not anymore. The tense atmosphere was constantly maintained, it was full of tension, and the heat radiating from the people around her was suffocating...
In between, pretty boys named Teoro and Cal Krone had appeared and provided a change of pace, but she had reached her limit. Barbara Merlin's mind was filled with nothing but the thought of wanting to go home quickly and wash up.
Just then, a contestant slowly walked up onto the stage.
Barbara found herself looking at him without realizing it.
It was because, in the wind that brushed past him, she somehow felt the refreshing scent of grass.
'No, it's somehow different from the smell of grass...'
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It was a more faint and warm feeling than that, like opening a drawer filled with childhood memories.
'What in the world is it?'
Barbara turned her head to look at her friend. Her friend was also looking back at her, making a similar expression.
"He's Lumian Calard, right?"
"That's right."
"Somehow, he doesn't look like he fits in at the Swordsmanship Festival. He looks gentle."
Ẁе b̆n̂ò v̄е̃ ľ Е̇ńûm̈ а
"I know. I'm curious."
The two of them looked at the stage with more life in their eyes than before.
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And this was not something that was only happening here.
The moment interest in Lumian shimmered up like a heat haze from all over the audience seats, the announcer's shout rang out.
"Begin the match!"
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