The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World's Aristocrat

"I'm coming."

Tell him so, I'm going down the stage from the audience.

The game I'm going to play is the last group of the day.

The attention of the students is high.

The reason for this is simple, the last two are the top two in their previous grades.

If I told you, this would be a chief contender.

Dia magically scored points, but to a greater degree than she did in physical surgery.

Tart is the other way around, brave men pull their legs too far in writing, and on the whole, me and Neusch are missing one head.

Me and Neusch line up and head to each ring.

"Lug, as I said earlier, don't even think about ceding the chief... I want to win with strength"

"Let's swear, I'll try everything I can"

Neusch's eyes were looking straight at me.

So that we can see through all of this.

If you get out of hand poorly, you'll get ripped off.

You can't buy the Duke's misfortune.

We reached each ring silently after that.

We already have someone in the ring to challenge.

I didn't know the two deputy heads were opponents.

Looks like a special service.

"Good luck, Master Lug!

"If we lose, we'll have a pile of cropalla for breakfast tomorrow morning!

Tart and Dia cheer arrive.

I'm happy with your feelings, but a little embarrassed.

The vice president in front of me laughs.

"You have it. I envy you."

"I showed you where I was ashamed of myself."

"Fine, fine. I'm up for it. Never, I won't show those pretty kids anything good. Harlem bastards die."

A hell of a killer.

... This guy seems to have forgotten about his student opponent's exams already.

"Aren't you an adult?"

"Ha. Probably. But you wouldn't have a problem being serious."

I'm not surprised.

If you become some master, you spot the skill just by breathing and walking.

I'm just saying that's what I'm dealing with in front of me.

Each other, hands on the pattern of the sword.

I dare to use my sword.

Because I specialize in knives, body surgery, and guns, but I can't use swords, and because swords have no room to use assassination techniques, I can hide Towaharde's assassination techniques.

I've been checking to see if the referee is ready, so I snort.

"Introduction!"

Match begins.

It was that moment, our movement stops.

Because from the next ring, I felt terrific magic.

It's Neusch.

Neusch holds his sword in his foresight, performs full magic release, and strengthens his body.

More advanced technology among physical enhancements that combine mind and magic to strengthen the whole body.

Powerful, streamlined. I'm in more mood than that.

I don't do small work, let's do everything we can to meet.

From the magic that is unleashed, it is such a willingness and feels good.

... Damn, if they hit such temperamental magic, it would get hot without even a pattern.

At first I tried to keep pace and see how things were going, but stop.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

I imitate Neusch, too, and I'll do everything I can from the start.

Here, I'd be interested if I didn't ride.

If you were an assassin, you wouldn't do such a dumb thing. But now I'm here as a swordsman.

Already in the eyes of Towaharde, the amount of magic in front of the Vice Commander is visible.

Exactly the same amount as its full force. It wraps up with much higher magic than a normal person.

... same amount of magic. Then swordsmanship and physical capability enhancement techniques, reading each other, and the skills and spiritual abilities that said so determine the battle.

The vice president will do the trick.

"Interesting. The newcomers this year are livin 'good. Then I won't hesitate either."

"Right. Funny. But you can't lose. We're knights, too."

The vice president in front of him, and the vice president confronting Neusch, also entailed all his magic.

All four release vast amounts of magic.

The audience breathed in the spectacular sight.

And all four of them move.

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Turn all consciousness to the man in front of you.

... I was and still am an assassin in my previous life. I train to meet from the front, but that's only insurance when I fail to assassinate, not the main business.

And the assassination of Towaharde. The moves to strike enemy surprises are sealed.

How far can you go with orthodox swordsmanship......

Wave your sword at the same time as your enemy. But only slightly, the target is faster and heavier with the sword. Even sharpness is losing.

The amount of enhancement by magic was made to be mutually reinforcing. I'm on top of the physical enhancement technique.

However, the physical abilities of the vegetables are inferior.

Although I use [super recovery] and work out my body efficiently, I am only fourteen years old and unfinished body.

Plus, he looks like a swordsmanship specialist over there. Clearly bad minutes.

If you hit it decently, you push it down.

So put the sword to sleep slightly and pull out the power.

Moments of impact, pulling, slipping and flushing. Possible moves because you have the eyes of a towaharde that boasts superhuman kinetic vision.

Even if flushed, the opponent is trying to quickly grasp the status quo and swing the sword of pursuit. Good use of the body.

You can't flush the next blow, if you take it, you're disfigured and impoverished, and you can't attack with a sword in time.

Keep fighting with orthodox swordsmanship and you'll pack it in seven or eight hands.

No matter how, the suspicion that you can't win with orthodox swordsmanship turns to certainty.

So keep moving back and kick. If it's a foot, it arrives before the other sword.

The opponent didn't seem to predict a kick either and succeeded in kicking through his belly.

It's a kick enhanced by magic. It has the power of a special blow.

"Shit."

Lightweight. Bounced back myself and got flushed.

Did you react in that moment?

Pursuit. We blew it in the back, so we can't get a melee.

So throw the sword.

"... Student, that doesn't sound like a knight. But it's not bad."

They play the sword they threw.

That is to be assumed.

Attention to the sword thrown, while approaching the blind spot where the opponent was able to do so, Spike.

Naturally, swords are thrown and non-existent. So I used a sheath.

The tip of the sheath is metal. Now if you beat through the temples, you can mow your consciousness in one shot.

"Abrasive."

"Can't you decide this either?"

From the blind spot, I didn't know I could take a caged hand even though I released a spike that was also hard to take from the opposite side of my arm.

That's right, it seems the deputy commander is not Dade.

The opponent strikes down the second punch with a sword.

When the sheath twists, it dances through the universe.

Also, naturally. Unlike swords, sheaths are hard to hold. This is what happens if you are shaken off with comparable muscle strength.

Loss of weapons, disadvantage. That's why further forward.

By approaching close distances where you can't wave your sword, you prevent the slashing that your opponent has unleashed in the pursuit.

... and this stepping in to avoid is also for offense.

With the kinetic energy of stepping on board, while twisting the body spirally, it aggregates the forces of the whole body and releases the palm bottom.

Even at zero distance, this can make a powerful attack.

"Ha!"

Explosion sound.

It's not just a palm bottom.

A blow that explodes the magic and chi you've worked out inside your opponent.

The Vice Commander's body danced to the universe, spinning five times outside the ring before stopping.

The referee rushes over.

And......

"Winner, freshman. Lug Towaharde"

I gave him the winner.

"You managed to win."

It looks like a one-sided game, but I just did that because I lost if I didn't keep hitting the lead all the time.

In fact, he was dealt with a move he unleashed with the intention of a second special, and finally decided on it for the third time.

The audience reacted in three ways.

"I did, I did. Master Lug, wow! I beat the lieutenant."

"Hmm, I believed you from the beginning. 'Cause it's Lug. When I get back, I'll kiss you!

Those who come with great applause and enthusiasm, like Dia and Tart, and those who are unbelievably flabbergasted that the Vice Commander lost to the freshmen, and those who are abominable that every Baron's childhood is active.

Several people rush over to the deputy commander who is falling to begin treatment.

Then, in about a minute, the Deputy Commander woke up.

At the moment of impact, the deputy commander was concentrating his entire body of magic on his belly. I succeeded in defusing consciousness, but I couldn't do that much serious damage. It was really a paper battle.

"I regret it. Harlem, you've been a big help to the bastard. Damn, I can't believe you're coming with a tenuous field sword technique, not classy noble swordsmanship. If I'd known, I'd have done it."

"I tried to fight with orthodox swordsmanship, but when I saw the first wave, I gave up. If we meet properly, they remind us we can't win, and we win, but we feel defeated."

We laugh bitterly at each other, shake hands, and then we wake him up.

Yes, I was only going to win as an Orthodox swordsman until the game started.

But when I saw what they were capable of, I was convinced I would lose.

There is an overwhelming difference between physical abilities, and more so in swordsmanship.

That's why he kept poking his surprises and not letting go of his lead, with a devious hand unless he used Towaharde's assassination technique.

He's right, it's also a winning factor that students didn't assume throwing knights' proud swords, kicking them, hitting them with sheaths, striking zero range attacks with bare hands at the end of giving them away, etc.

"For now, it's a complete defeat. I look forward to your future. [M] Make sure you come to our Knights."

"I'll think about it"

That's what I said, thank you.

Well, I won for now.

I just don't think this kind of way of winning would be hard to score.

Because grader preference will overwhelm in pure sword.

Look next door.

There was a heated battle going on.

Unlike this one, a downright sword meeting.

Neusch's swordsmanship is Royal Palace Swordsmanship.

The most legitimate swordsmanship in this country, the collective chi that continued to be honed by the guiding role of history.

Hard to be too pretty, but powerful swordsmanship.

There are no gaps in Neusch.

At fourteen, no swordsman would be so far complete.

Almost, the war situation is mutual.

No, I'm leaning more and more towards Neusch.

That's the difference in magic power. The opponent has difficulty maintaining the maximum output. But there still seems to be room for Neusch.

And the time has come to settle.

The Deputy Commander's magic enhancement will be disturbed, and that will remain a disturbance of the sword.

Neusch isn't sweet enough to miss that.

Twirling, a played sword strikes and Neusch inches the sword down the opponent's throat.

"I win."

"Surrender. Oh, boy, this year's rookie isn't cute. Not only the captain, but we even got hit by two deputy captains... I regret we lost. Shit, the future of this country is bright"

And cheer.

Unlike when I was, everyone does.

Well, it's the sarabred of the Duke's house, so it's no surprise you can win. Besides, if you're a duke opponent, you have no jealousy or shit.

I don't find that regrettable. With Dia and Tart's support, that's fine.

In fact, Dia and Tart cheered me out louder than anyone else, so I was more than happy with that.

Noish laughs at me.

"Now you don't seem to know the end result."

"The rest depends on the judge's grade."

That said, it would be ten to eighty-nine Neush.

Instructors prefer this kind of orthodoxy.

Besides, the Duke's family is the chief, and there's not a lot of waves.

If there is no overwhelming difference and it is up to you at your discretion, Neusch will always be chosen.

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Pinch the break and gather again in the square you were visiting at the start of the exam.

When the gate opened, the relatives of the students pressed at the same time.

My child's rank. Seems like he wants to see how good his house is soon.

First, the classes, excluding the S-rank, are staged together.

Angers and screams echo.

... Some students cry, faint, or even at the end of giving, are strangled by their parents or are told to insulate them.

Nothing can be done about the aristocratic distinctive glory.

And it's from here.

The top eight are called individually.

An old gentleman appears on the stage.

He is the school director.

"I will now introduce those who have been chosen for the S-Class over this. Let's start with the servant frame. There are three of them: Beryl Halthoma, Kranta Serrar and Tart Towahade. Especially, Tart Towahade has a good track record of being able to enter S-class, whether in the general frame or not."

Applause.

Now essentially my S-class entry is confirmed.

After all, are there few servants with magic?

Well, here's the real deal.

Eight S class selected students will be announced.

"So, seat eight, Berluke Crutalissa"

Each person's name is called and he goes up on the stage.

Everyone looks proud.

That's what being chosen here is all about.

The brave Epona had already been called as well. Looks like the fourth seat. Seemed like a big negative on the written exam.

And......

"From here it will be the top three, the ones who will pull this generation. Claudia Towaharde. Congratulations on your third seat."

Dia was called.

"I'll be there first."

That's what I said, Dia rushes to the stage.

The students, and their relative's gaze, were focused on me and Neusch.

We're the only ones not called anymore, and one of them will be the chief.

The school director coughs up and makes the room.

Then I slowly opened my mouth.

"Lug Towaharde"

They called me first. That means it's a second seat.

I'm not discouraged because that's what I knew.

Besides, the second seat is more convenient without being too conspicuous.

"And Neusch Geffis. I'll take both of you as top admissions at the same rate."

Neusch with a smiley face slaps me on the shoulder and the two of us head to the stage.

"What is a draw? Too bad you didn't win... well, you're welcome to have a man who's good enough to be mine"

"I didn't say it would be yours."

"No, it will. That's what I decided."

It's a mess.

In the applause and envy of our students, we rise to the stage.

What the hell did Neusch like about me so much?

But it's not all bad.

It would be a good breeze if he were here. I'm busy with the baron. What a bunch of people to tell me to stop leaning on.

Okay, is this the chief?

More trouble.

Still, I don't feel bad when I see Dia and Tart who seem to be as proud as I am.

Whatever it was, the goal of being in the same class as the brave was achieved.

All you have to do is be friends.

This won't be so hard.