Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 218

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 218
“Assistant, prepare yourself.”
At Aaron’s nod, a male assistant grabbed a sword and bolted toward the Track.
The assistant didn’t stop until he’d reached a point quite far from the Track’s starting line.
Aaron pulled a skeleton from his pocket dimension. It was just an ordinary Island Rat-man Skeleton, the kind you could see anywhere.
The skeleton gripped the sword and took its place at the Track’s starting line.
‘What’s he trying to do?’
Simon and all the students were watching the skeleton with puzzled expressions.
They saw the skeleton bend its knees and lift its heels—a posture like it was preparing to charge.
Whoosh!
The skeleton standing at the starting line vanished in a whirlwind. The students nearby let out small screams, either hunching over or clutching at their skirts.
!
In that moment, Simon saw it clearly with both eyes.
In a single dash, the skeleton had covered more than twenty meters and reached the assistant’s position directly in front of him. Adding all the force of its charge, the skeleton swung the sword down.
Crash!!
A deafening boom that seemed impossible for a skeleton to produce.
The assistant who received the attack was thrown backward by the force, rolling across the Track several times before stopping himself with a falling technique.
Thud.
The skeleton landed on the ground and pointed its sword at the assistant. The assistant sat on the floor, shaking his head with a dazed expression.
“Skeleton Dash.”
In the stunned silence of the students, Aaron spoke.
“It’s a specialized charge technique used by skeletons.”
Wow!
Exclamations and applause erupted from all around.
Simon, clapping along, felt his whole body tingling with excitement.
“Quiet.”
The area fell silent instantly.
“If you thought Black Magic was the exclusive domain of Necromancers, you’re mistaken. A Necromancer can command the Undead under their control to use Black Magic as well. If you develop your skill further, you’ll be able to handle magical-type Undead like Skeleton Mages.”
Laughter spilled from between Simon’s teeth. Merin, standing beside him, startled and turned to look at him.
“Hey! What’s with that creepy laugh?”
“No, I’m just… happy.”
It struck him that Black Magic was truly vast and boundless. The mere fact that there was still so much left to learn filled him with joy.
Simon collected himself and returned his attention to Aaron’s explanation.
“Of course it won’t be easy, but if you master this technique, you’ll be able to take down Priests or other opponents with just skeletons. Understood?”
“Yes!!”
Certainly, if skeletons could deploy a charge like that, they could launch preemptive strikes or apply pressure before a Priest could unleash their Holiness.
It was no different than transforming a simple sword-wielding monster into a high-speed armor-piercing round. Everyone wanted to learn this technique.
“Then we’ll move directly to practical training.”
The assistants moved busily, setting up straw bundles tied to poles at various points on the Track—the same training equipment knights typically used for sword drills.
“The principle behind Skeleton Dash isn’t complicated. In simple terms, think of it as commanding a skeleton connected via Psychic Connection to use Treading Darkness.”
The magical principle was simple: all it required was adding a small modifier equation next to the Summoning Magic Circle drawn on the skeleton’s skull.
Now you would guide the skeleton’s Dark Element down to its feet, concentrate it there, detonate that darkness, and propel it forward.
It wasn’t a difficult principle, but actually doing it was another matter entirely.
Aaron gave the students detailed tips on commanding Black Magic to the Undead, then placed them on the Track for practical training.
“I’ll begin!”
The first to step forward confidently was Merin. She handed a sword to her skeleton and commanded it to charge.
Whoosh!
The skeleton treaded on the darkness and launched forward properly. Gasps of admiration came from the watching students.
“That’s an elite for you!”
“Success on the first try?”
However, while the skeleton had detonated the darkness beneath its feet, the pressure was so intense that its leg bones shattered and scattered.
As a result, her skeleton arrived at the straw bundle with only its upper body intact—the lower half completely detached. It was a total failure.
‘Ugh.’
Merin’s face turned bright red, and a chorus of raucous laughter erupted from the other students, including Dick.
“Hahahaha!”
“You were supposed to train, but you’ve developed a completely different technique!”
“Is it a new skill—sacrificing the entire lower body in a single dash?”
Just then, Dick cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouted.
“Merin Original! Lower-Body Shattering!”
Her face burning crimson, she scooped up scattered bones from the ground and hurled them at Dick.
“Come on! Let’s see what you’re really made of!”
She barked roughly at her classmates, but then cast a quick glance toward Aaron.
She’d braced herself for a scolding, but Aaron’s expression was surprisingly mild.
“For a first attempt, that was solid. Top tier, honestly.”
“I—what?”
Merin blinked in confusion.
“It’s a common problem when you pour all your focus into the dash and neglect the skeleton’s overall condition.”
Aaron gestured to his own shins and ankles as he explained.
“Push too hard and strain is inevitable—humans get muscle fatigue, but skeletons just collapse. Next time, try to maintain structural cohesion in the lower legs while executing the dash. Keep the bonds between the bones tight.”
“Th-thank you so much!”
Merin bowed deeply, then looked down at Dick and the other students with an expression that said *See?* Their mouths fell open.
The attempts continued.
There was a reason Aaron had called Merin’s effort “top tier.” Most students couldn’t even get their skeletons forward—their undead collapsed right at the starting line.
Others managed a dash of sorts, but it was more of a vertical jump in place than a forward charge.
Some sent their skeletons flying apart entirely mid-dash, scattering bones in all directions and accidentally planting the practice spear deep in the straw target.
“Toto Armory, reporting!”
Even Toto, who was considered the class’s rising star in Summoning Studies, had stumbled—the skeleton’s body remained intact, but the feet flew clean off and landed in the straw.
Another burst of laughter erupted around the field, and a new nickname was born: “Toto Original—Skull Kick.”
“That was good work. Top tier.”
“Th-thank you.”
Aaron offered praise, but Toto, who had wanted to impress, looked deflated.
Aaron opened his mouth.
“Don’t be discouraged. I’ll tell you plainly—no student succeeds on their first try…….”
OOOOOOOOOOO!!
Just then, thunderous cheering erupted from the track where the teaching assistants were running their drills. Aaron and Toto both turned toward the sound.
It was Simon’s turn.
The skeleton he’d sent shot forward in a straight line, slashing as it went—and the straw target split cleanly in half and tumbled to the ground.
The skeleton stopped on the track in a slashing stance, planted its feet properly, and held the sword upright. At the starting line, Simon clenched his fist with barely contained joy.
“…….”
“…….”
Toto turned to look at Aaron, and Aaron averted his gaze with a soft cough.
“……That guy’s just unhinged. Don’t worry about it.”

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‘Once more.’
Simon’s entire focus was locked on refining this new technique. The skeleton returned from the track and took position at the starting line again.
The dark aura flowing from the skeleton’s skull traveled through its joints, pooling in concentrated waves toward the feet. From there, he forced it to bend its knees and assume a launching stance.
‘Feel it—the pressure of treading on the darkness.’
He remembered his first Magical Combat lesson.
But now, in the second semester, he wasn’t treading on the darkness himself—he was commanding the skeleton to do it. That was an entirely different challenge.
Simon slowly drew his concentration tighter, then opened his eyes wide and triggered Absolute Command.
‘Fly!’
Thwack!
The skeleton rocketed off the ground. Where it had stood, dust swirled and a black afterimage spread across the earth.
Having launched ten meters, the skeleton swung its blade and cleaved through the straw target.
Wow!
Gasps of admiration burst from the watching students. The teaching assistant holding the clipboard checked the measurements.
“Jump distance: ten meters. Target struck! Excellent work.”
It really was a brilliant technique. Looking at it again, the fact that he could close a ten-meter gap with nothing but bones—an undead with no flesh—was utterly unreasonable in its utility.
And yet.
‘Something’s missing.’
The distance had increased compared to his first attempt, but Simon still wasn’t satisfied. He walked to the landing point and examined the straw he’d just cut.
‘Didn’t slice all the way through—just grazed the edge.’
When he used Absolute Command to issue a dash order, he could push the skeleton’s speed and stability to extreme levels. But the details were what suffered.
When using Absolute Command, the skeleton fixated entirely on realizing that single instruction: *fly*. Concentrating solely on executing that one movement, it lost focus on what mattered most—the precise moment of striking the target.
Once he’d identified the problem, the solution came just as quickly.
‘Then this time, two Absolute Commands in sequence!’
Simon attempted two rapid trials.
Fly → Strike.
Fly and strike.
The results were all failures. The former became muddled when he focused on the first Absolute Command—”Fly”—leaving “Cut” buried beneath it.
The latter produced the same catastrophe: issuing two Absolute Commands simultaneously caused the Skeleton to fixate solely on flying.
Though success eluded him and failures mounted, Simon felt his competitive fire only burn brighter.
‘I’ll break through this barrier before class ends, no matter what.’
One person had been watching Simon ever since—stealing glances at the boy who was advancing faster and more successfully than anyone else.
‘So he succeeded after all.’
At the sight of Simon using Skeleton Dash as if to prove a point, Hector’s competitive spirit ignited like wildfire.
“Hector Moor? Begin when ready.”
At the teaching assistant’s word, Hector’s gaze snapped back to his own Skeleton. Even the assistant watching from the sidelines flinched at the fierce intensity burning in his eyes.
‘There’s nothing I can’t do. Whatever he accomplishes, I can master it too.’
Hector thrust out his right arm, commanding his Skeleton to dash.
Whoooosh!
The Skeleton executed the dash and sliced through straw five meters away. His clique erupted in cheers from behind.
“That’s Hector for you!”
“He’s in a completely different league than the rest of— wait, what?”
The clique fell silent abruptly. Hector’s face went slack.
His mind boiled over with frustration.
“That’s a failure.”
The teaching assistant marked a check on his clipboard as he spoke.
The dash and the attack itself had succeeded, but the Skeleton’s foot bones had been sheared clean off. Without its feet, the Skeleton lay sprawled on its face after severing the straw.
“Feedback.”
Hector fixed the assistant with a stare, his voice tight.
“Please.”
Rage and frustration dripped from every syllable. The assistant hunched his shoulders with a wry smile.
‘This kid’s got a real temper.’
“The structural integrity between the bones seems sound. But you’re burning with excitement and haste—your concentration wavered for just a moment, and that loosened your control over the Undead. Try again, but with more composure.”
At that, Hector immediately summoned a fresh Skeleton and positioned it at the starting line. He closed his eyes and slowly brought his rage to heel.
‘Clear your mind. Abandon useless thoughts. See nothing but what lies ahead.’
Hector’s eyes opened gradually. Now there was only the straw ten meters beyond, everything else erased from his vision.
‘J—’
“Yaaaaaaah!”
“Simon, you bastard! Eleven meters this time!”
“Amazing, Simon!”
Crash!
The moment Hector’s Skeleton leaped, it fragmented into eight separate pieces. The blade in its hand struck the straw, but the Skeleton itself shattered utterly, its bones scattered across the ground.
“Gahhhhh!!”
Hector exploded with fury like a volcano reaching its breaking point.

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