Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 197

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer Academy 197
Hiss.
Hector dropped into a crouch. It was an unusual stance, but from there he would launch forward like a compressed spring without any other preparatory motion.
Kamibarez, her eyes now gleaming red, did not back down—she activated Blood Wind.
“Kami.”
Simon gripped her shoulder and pulled himself to his feet.
“I’ll handle this.”
“Wait, Simon! But the impact—”
“I’ve recovered from the impact. And since Hector came at me, it’s my fight to finish.”
“It doesn’t matter who steps up.”
Shadow Aura poured from Hector’s body, dripping steadily onto the ground.
“Here I come.”
Hector kicked off the earth and charged. His figure blurred as the ground trembled and dust billowed up.
Simon immediately leaped forward, crossing both arms into a defensive stance in front of Kamibarez.
Crash!
Hector’s fist stopped just before her. Simon’s crossed arms had caught it.
“Ugh!”
Simon’s sweat dripped steadily, and Hector twisted his lips into a snarl.
“You should’ve fought like this from the start—”
Simon’s waist twisted and his leg shot up. Hector jerked his chin back as a black flash streaked upward in a clean line.
‘Damn, Combat Magic is the real deal.’
Hector retreated for the moment. Simon lowered his leg and let out a breath.
“Do we really have to take it this far right here?”
At the sound of the great clash, spectators began pouring out from the alleyways.
“Don’t you realize how insane this is?”
“We are Kizen. Simon Polentia.”
Hector stretched his arm and opened a subspace.
“If you want to fight, we’ll fight. No one can stop us.”
Skeletons poured out of his subspace in a rush.
‘Watch closely! The fruits of my break!’
Hector swung his arm roughly. The skeleton’s body broke apart into countless bones, which began reassembling into the form of an elongated spear.
‘That’s—’

Simon kicked hard off the ground and dodged. Bone spears curved through the air and pierced the dirt where he had stood.
‘Hector knows Restoration Technique?’
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bone spears fell like a torrential rain from the sky, and Simon scrambled to evade them.
“Kuhahahaha!”
Hector swung his left hand. Several skeletal bodies poured from his subspace and clung to his legs and fists.
Simon’s eyes widened in shock.
‘Bone Armor boots and gauntlets!’
Clearly, during the first semester Summoning Magic class, Hector had struggled with Restoration Technique. While he had been ahead in all other subjects, Restoration Technique was an absolute gift of talent—something he had truly struggled with.
But now he wielded it with perfect freedom, skilled enough to use it in actual combat.
‘I didn’t sleep properly even once during break. I pushed my level up by coughing blood.’
Cracks formed under Hector’s feet with a sharp snap.
‘Now taste the pain of being broken by the Summoning Magic you’re so proud of!’
Hector charged at Simon with explosive force.
Simon quickly opened a subspace and raised his arm. Bones clung to his right arm in rapid succession.
The attack swung down like the front paw of a grizzly—clearly beyond what Simon’s physical strength could block.
‘Then!’
Simon’s Absolute Command fell. The bones clinging to his right arm erupted with blue-black magical power, and the two boys’ gauntlets collided at the center.
Boom!
From the violent collision, floor tiles scattered like confetti and broken wood chips flew in all directions. The crowd of onlookers cried out and shielded their faces.
Whump! Whump!
As Hector’s onslaught of gauntlet strikes continued brutally, Simon sidestepped with only upper body movement and turned his right arm toward the subspace again.
Additional components attached to the gauntlet. A bone wheel formed, bullets attached, and the firing mechanism locked into place.

Hector’s brow twitched.
‘A new technique?’
Simon deflected his opponent’s flailing attack to the side, aimed the firing mechanism at Hector’s forehead, and pulled the trigger with his willpower.
Bang!
Hector barely caught the bone bullet firing out like a flash of light with his left hand.
‘I finally caught up, and now he pulls out another insane technique!’
Hector retreated with an indignant expression as Simon began unleashing the full firepower of his hand gun.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Bullets poured forth, turning the ramshackle hut behind Hector into a honeycomb. Hector continued his evasive maneuvers while reaching his arm toward the pile of bones at his back.

The bones floated up, taking on the form of a spear, and began raining down on Simon from the sky.
This time Simon, who had been firing from his position, threw himself aside to dodge. While he reloaded, Hector’s assault continued unabated like a torrential downpour.
Click!
Simon caught every bullet flying through the air and spun the chamber, aiming at Hector.
The projectiles the two fired filled the empty air in chaotic confusion.
“Wow! So this is what a fight between Necromancers looks like!”
“Incredible!”
The spectators who had gathered were caught up in the excitement as well, clenching their fists and cheering wildly or clapping their hands.
“Hey, come quick!”
“It’s a Kizen match!”
While all the spectators shouted in excitement, only Kamibarez stood with her hands clasped together, watching Simon with worried eyes.
Thud-crack!
The two clashed in the center and simultaneously fell back. Sweat poured from Hector like rain.
‘Why won’t he fall! Why does he not allow a single hit! I want to win. I desperately want to beat that bastard!’
Boom!
As Hector stamped his foot, the remains of more than twenty Skeletons he had summoned so far floated up into the air.
‘I’ll beat you and prove to myself that my bloodshed and effort mean something! I’ll hold my head higher in this world!’
He swung his arms, and now a barrage of long spears that left no room to escape poured down like a bombardment.
‘I think I understand why Hector is so obsessed with fighting me.’
Boom-boom-boom!
Simon was not to be outdone, stamping his foot as well. All the bones from the Skeletons he had summoned floated up and gathered in front of him.
‘Actually, losing once might not be a bad option. It would make school life a bit easier. But.’
Thump—thump—
Simon felt his heart pounding as he swung his hands like a conductor’s baton.
‘I never want to lose in a real match!’
The bones gathered in the center stacked neatly and seamlessly, forming the barrier of a massive tower.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
The Bone Spears pouring down like heavy rain struck the wall and bounced off in all directions. Only then did the spectators realize the danger and fled, dodging the ricocheting bones.
“What is this commotion!”
Eventually the security patrol of Langerstin came rushing in. The spectators, who had been watching in excitement, flinched at the guards’ arrival and either retreated or turned and ran.
Langerstin’s security was notorious for excessive force.
“What insane bastards start a fight in broad daylight—!”
The guard pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.
But those fighting in the street were neither gang members nor residents nor travelers. Two boys in Kizen School Uniforms were fighting fiercely, their red ties fluttering.
The guards, who had stepped forward with confidence, all wore looks of bewilderment.
“…It was Kizen?”
Then an old woman burst through the spectators and grabbed the guard’s arm, shaking it.
“Oh dear, please stop them! Our shop is right back there!”
“Ahem. Ma’am. Kizen is not actually under our jurisdiction…”
“Brother, just say something, would you? Tell them to stop fighting?”
“You do it, you madman!”
The guards themselves were too busy arguing with each other about who should go.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
A man walked between them. The guards warned him it was dangerous, but he did not break his stride.
Boom!
The two boys clashed and were knocked backward.
Thanks to the Kizen School Uniform, neither boy was injured, but the strain from the impact accumulated steadily. The Dark Element was being consumed, and their stamina was waning.
“Simon Polentia!”
Hector thrust both arms outward.
At first, he had planned to exchange a few blows and be done with it, but his resolve changed.
Dragon Scales poured out from multiple subspaces opening at once around him, beginning to cover his body. His legs and torso began transforming into the shape of a dragon in an instant.
‘I can’t wait any longer for the Duel Evaluation! I’ll crush him here and now and enter the second semester!’
He opened his mouth wide and fired a Black Aura Breath.
Boom!
A crimson inferno erupted in front of Simon.
Only when fire and explosion roared to life did the onlookers grasp the gravity of the moment, screaming as they scattered. Embers leaped from the blast to nearby buildings, which ignited in a fury of flame.
Roar!
At the heart of the explosion, a serpentine metallic blade coiled protectively around Simon’s body without a gap.
Hector laughed sharply.
“So you finally brought out that summoned creature!”
“From here on out, I might not be able to hold back.”
The blade withdrew, revealing Simon’s gleaming pupils.
“Will you keep going?”
“Of course!”
Whoosh!
The perforated Dragon Scale wings mounted on Hector’s shoulders unfurled to their full span.
“Let’s settle this here and now! Simon Polentia!”
Both rushed toward each other at once. Hector’s dragon claws whirled and Simon’s Bone Armor-encased fist surged forward, cutting through the air.
Crack!
!
Both boys’ arms were seized simultaneously by someone.
With tremendous force, their arms twisted in opposite directions even as their bodies crossed in midair and flipped.
Simon’s eyes widened. He saw crimson droplets hovering above his own body.
‘What technique is this?!’
Splatter!
A blood explosion erupted, and both boys’ bodies crashed through the tiles, leaving them pulverized in their wake.
“Hmm—”
The brown-haired man who had subdued them so swiftly stood in the center, his arms crossed. He wore a brown suit matching his hair color and held a Briefcase in one hand.
“This is problematic here.”
The man adjusted his Monocle with his ring finger and thumb as he spoke. His composed, gentlemanly tone seemed to quiet the jangled nerves of those nearby.
“School hasn’t started yet, so I’d appreciate it if you two would exercise some restraint.”
“Ugh!”
Hector raised his head, fragments of tile lodged in his hair.
“Interfering with a duel between Kizen students? Who are you?”
Just then Kamibarez came running, her hand over her mouth in shock.
“D-Doctor?”
“It’s been a while, Kamibarez.”
He smiled gently as he spoke.
Simon’s eyes widened. Was this the very doctor Kamibarez had mentioned owing a debt to?
Simon racked his brain trying to make sense of the situation, but Hector gritted his teeth and got to his feet.
“Reveal your identity!”
“Since my teacher Silaji is occupied with important duties, it appears I’ll be conducting Hematology classes for one semester in her stead.”
The man smiled.
“I’m Walter Han, the new Hematology instructor. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
‘A new Hematology professor…?’
Simon and Hector, and Kamibarez too, were visibly stunned.
“Doctor! Ah, no—Professor! How is this…?”
“Since my teacher Silaji’s duties will continue for some time, I accepted her recommendation and have agreed to take on these classes as a formal professor.”
Not just a substitute for Silaji, but a proper Hematology professor.
Walter’s appointment to the faculty had already been confirmed through external interviews.
“Though for now, I’m still just a doctor. I’ll become a professor once I cross over to Rocksum and receive my teaching credentials.”
He’d passed Kizen’s interview, but he was still an ordinary Necromancer. Once he crossed to Rocksum and faced Neftis, he would become a formal Kizen professor, wielding immense power.
‘For now, then.’
Hector slowly rose to his feet.

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