Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 133

Episode 133 Skill Test (1)

At 6 o’clock in the morning, wake-up horns go off in all the dormitories of Colosseo Academy.

All students are divided into male and female and start their morning routine by gathering in the playground in front of the dormitory and doing gymnastics.

After 30 minutes of gymnastics, each of them goes on their own way to have breakfast, take a shower, or make up for lack of sleep.

And at 8:00, all students head to the lecture hall unless there is a special event.

Depending on the day, students who do not have classes or have classes that do not require attendance can use various cultural facilities such as the gym, library, and theater.

Bikir and Piggy planned to move to the lecture building after breakfast that morning after gymnastics.

at that time.

On the way back from gymnastics, Piggy ran into some patients coming out of the infirmary.

They were the sophomores who harassed Piggy at Oti yesterday.

“…What?”

When Piggy stops and flinches, the six second-year students also stop at Piggy.

Do you want to do that?

“Hey!”

All six escaped from Piggy and scattered.

“……?”

Piggy flinched, but for a moment, he looked at the seniors who looked at him and avoided him, looking puzzled.

“Why are all of you running away?”

“…”

Bikir looked at Piggy with a bewildered expression and the backs of the 2nd graders running away in a hurry.

Suddenly, the events of last night come to mind.

‘Try to be intrusive in the academy one more time. I will kill not only you, but also your father and mother.’

‘…’

‘If one day you suddenly hear the news that your entire family was massacred… You guys should know that it’s because of you.’

‘…’

‘If you offend one guy, you know how to harm the rest of them.’

Last night, Bikir almost turned the sophomores to blood.

‘……If you still have the heart to bully someone after doing this, you must be really strong-hearted.’

But they can’t have that kind of guts.

In the first place, a person with that level of mischief would not find pleasure in picking out and harassing only those weaker than himself.

As if there were many people who had bothered them so far, they noticed everyone around them and disappeared.

Bikir laughed bitterly.

In her previous life, Piggy couldn’t stand the school violence and dropped out, becoming a low-level civil servant and living a difficult life.

He took care of his parents, who even paid debt to send him to the academy.

After that, when the age of destruction opened and the great war with the demons began, Piggy volunteered to go to the frontlines and executed numerous supply strategies, information analysis and collection plans, contributing greatly to the human allied forces.

And just a few months after the war started, Piggy was assassinated.

She still clearly remembered the devastated expression on her parents’ faces when they saw their son’s dead body returned cold.

‘He was a respectable comrade.’

Bikir thought as she glanced at Piggy, who was yawning next to her.

In this life, I hope that my comrades will not live such a tragic life.

at that time.

Someone stopped Bikir and Piggy, who were just about to enter the joint liberal arts class in the middle of the lecture hall.

“There. Wait.”

The person who summoned them had a familiar face and voice.

Saint Dolores Rune Quo Vadis. The 3rd year student council president stood there with a stern expression on her face.

“Only the professors can access this central staircase. Students can’t, so from now on, use only the stairs on the left or right corridor.”

“all right.”

“And. Since you passed through the restricted area, you have no choice but to put a penalty point on your attitude score. Both of you get a minus 1 point on your attitude score. Please state your name and grade.”

The saintess was strict.

Bikir and Piggy both received attitude score deductions.

This is recorded on a scorecard with a record enchantment that is updated in real time.

at that time.

Looking at the list of penalty points, Dolores frowned for a moment.

“Bikir. Cold Weapons Donation Class B. What did you do to make the penalty points pile up already?”

Dolores raised her head in surprise when she saw Bikir’s penalty points piled up from the first day of class.

It is also true that Bikir had been around the dormitory building and lecture building as well as the restricted areas of other buildings, and had already received penalty points for the same reason several times.

‘It was inevitable in order to familiarize yourself with the topography of the academy.’

In order to change into night hunting dog mode and go hunting at night, you have to find a lot of dog holes that lead to the outside.

However, Dolores, who had no way of knowing such circumstances, only saw Bikir as a lazy and poor student.

“No matter how much your attitude score is, you know that if you accumulate a lot of penalty points, you are at a disadvantage in your grades, right? In some cases, you may not be able to attend lectures and have to volunteer in and out of school. Let’s act, okay?”

“All right.”

Bikir replied in a businesslike manner.

I tried to look as normal and normal as possible, but it surprised Dolores and Piggy.

“Bikir… what if you only answer like that!”

“……?”

Piggy taps Bikir on the side.

When Vikir looked at him with a puzzled expression, Piggy sighed lightly and bowed ninety degrees toward Dolores.

“I’m sorry, senior! I will be very careful!”

“…Well. I understand first. I’ll watch.”

Dolores then nodded.

Then, looking back at Bikir with an uneasy expression, he walked down the hallway and disappeared.

“Ahhh- isn’t this going to be filmed by seniors!?”

Unlike Piggy, who tangles his shaggy hair and suffers, Vikir just stands there with a calm expression.

at that time.

The classroom’s window opened, and someone opened their mouth in this direction in a graceful tone.

Es la misión del verdadero caballero. Su deber. ¡No! Su deber no. Su privilegio.

-That is the duty and duty of a true knight. no! It is a privilege, not an obligation.

Soñar lo imposible soñar.

– To dream the impossible.

Vencer al invicto rival

– Overcoming an invincible opponent

Sufrir el dolor insufrible

– Enduring unbearable pain

Morir por un noble ideal.

– To die for a noble ideal.

Saber enmendar el error

– know how to correct mistakes,

Amar con pureza y bondad.

– To love with innocence and good will.

Querer en un sueño imposible

– fall in love in an impossible dream

Con fe una estrella alcanzar.

– Reaching the stars with faith.

A romantic poem that only appears in chivalric literature.

The person who recited it was a nobleman with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes.

Don Quixote Tudor. The chief of Cold Weapons Donation Class A.

Strength is power, intelligence is intelligence, appearance is appearance, personality is personality.

A perfect man who has everything without missing anything.

He leaned against the window frame and winked at Bikir.

“You’ve been photographed by the student president since the first day of class, guys. Ha ha! You’d better be a little more punctual from now on. I heard that the student president this time is very strict about tardiness.”

Then, a cold sneer flew in from the side.

A female student with her long straight hair tied back followed Tudor and opened her mouth.

“It doesn’t matter whether you receive penalty points for being late or forced to do volunteer work. Don’t ruin the image of the Cold Arms Donation as a whole. There seems to be a group attitude score.”

It was Usher Bianca, the head of Cold Weapons Donation Class B.

As Tudor and Bianca each said a word to Bikir, the front door of the classroom opened and a female student with tangled white hair and a short cut peeked out.

“Ah~ Why are you two like this~ You shouldn’t be fighting with your friends from the first day of class! Hey… Mr. Bikir and Mr. Pig, right? Come in, both of you, quickly! Your seat is on the right window row!”

The name of the girl beckoning towards Bikir is Sinclair. He was the overall head of the fever donation department and the class leader of the joint liberal arts class.

Sinclair, probably memorizing his name, called Bikir rather friendly.

Piggy also seemed very moved that Sinclair had memorized and called her name.

Although the name is spelled slightly incorrectly.

* * *

Class has begun.

Liberal arts classes that all classes of the Heat Weapons Department and all classes of the Cold Weapons Department must take.

It is a theoretical class to study the ecological culture of monsters and barbarians.

Quite a few students panic at the difficult material and take notes frantically or give up altogether.

There were also freshmen who chose to break out because they were afraid of the notorious difficulty level that their seniors warned them about.

and.

Tudor and Bianca, co-heads of the Cold Weapons Division, glared at each other.

“Didn’t you just cut it off when I was talking to my late friends? Don’t do that in the future.”

“Is that what I want? When I see pathetic things, I have to say something to get my temper resolved.”

“I don’t look down on latecomers either. But I hate interruptions even more. Know that.”

“You know. Why should I know what I like and dislike about you? What a fool.”

Like the two co-chiefs, the battle of nerves was already fierce.

Is that why? Tudor and Bianca listened to the lecture with their eyes open to beat each other in the theory class.

also. The two of them also had one more common enemy besides each other.

Sinclair, the head of the fever donation department. She smiles brightly at Tudor and Bianca, who are staring at her.

She was well versed in theory as well as practical skills, ranking second overall in writing.

So, in addition to checking each other, Tudor and Bianca were additionally checking Sinclair.

In other words, the composition of the confrontation between the hot weapon donation and the cold weapon donation. It is also a confrontational structure in the cold arms donation.

at that time. The professor threw a sudden, out-of-the-box question to all the students.

“…In this way. The overall lecture on the culture of the savage tribe ‘Balak’ is over. Then, from now on, I will test how well you have memorized and understood what I have taught you.”

The professor with a stern expression adjusted the small glasses draped over his aquiline nose.

And with a dry voice without water, he raised a problem.

“Based on the location of the places where Balak’s hunters have been found, try to guess where their base is located. It is very important from a military point of view to find out where the enemy’s base is located based on the places where the battles with the enemy took place. ”

Balak’s cultural battle method It was a difficult question to answer unless you memorized the location of the places they had appeared and the geography of the area around them.

“…”

There was silence in the classroom for a while.

There was no one among the freshmen who could answer this difficult question.

In the first place, this was a question with a degree of difficulty that even 3rd graders had a hard time answering.

The professor took the roll when no one answered the question.

“Who is the 1st place in the donation of cold weapons this year? Tudor. Is it you?”

“Yes? Yes yes!”

First of all, one answer is the quick Tudor.

However, he couldn’t answer anything in the eyes of the professor who seemed to be asking for an answer.

“Umm, first of all, the place where the conflict between Balak and the Empire took place was Hill 1, Hill 8, Hill 75 of the Western Front… Eh…” “

Hill 1 8 75. Are they all?”

“That’s…”

When Tudor couldn’t answer properly, the professor lightly clicked his tongue.

Then he immediately turned his gaze to the roll

. Bianca. Can you answer me?”

“Yes? That’s…”

Bianca rolled her eyes once.

She was thinking of adding what she knew to what Tudor said earlier

. It’s Hill 207, um…… Considering that these places are all low basin terrain… Perhaps Balak’s main base is in the low plains…” ”

Wait. Is it clear that there are only 1 7 8 75 207 highlands? And are you sure all of those forts you just mentioned are in the Basin?” ”

That’s what it is…”

Bianca stammered like Tudor. The professor

clicked her tongue again.

called out,

“Sinclair! Are you the head of the military donation campaign this time?”

“…Yes. Sir.”

Sinclair nodded calmly.

But her expression was lightly strained with tension.

The professor nodded at the roll, then raised his gaze and nodded once more at Sinclair. After

taking

a deep breath, Sinclair opened his mouth,

“According to the military’s announcement to the academic world, the places where Balak and the Empire took place were Hill 1, Hill 4, Hill 5, Hill 7, and Hill 8 of the Western Front. There are Hill 30, Hill 75 and Hill 207. All of these places are basin terrain except for Hill 8, which is the top of a high mountain peak. Considering all of this, I suspect that Balak’s home base would be located in the lowlands of the deep waters of the East Sea marked on the map.” It was a clean and neat

explanation, and it was also a theory that best matched the orthodoxy of the academic world that has been revealed so far.

Even the picky professor nodded as if this was okay in his own way

. Sinclair 10 on your attitude score. And I’ll add 1 point to the overall attitude score of the hot weapon donation department.”

At that, the expressions of all the hot weapon donation students brightened.

On the other hand, all the cold weapon donation students’ expressions wrinkled.

Tudor and Bianca also groaned and swallowed nothing. He couldn’t even respond.

Just then. The professor’s eyebrows

, which had already been frowned upon, frowned once more.

He opened his mouth with a slightly displeased voice.

I don’t even know if it’s inconvenient. Seeing that pitiful scene.”

The Cold Weapons Donation Students were taken aback by that statement.

The Heat Arms and Cold Weapons Division students followed the professor’s gaze and turned their heads.