Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 700

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 700
Jane announced the start of class with her solemn voice, and flicked her finger lightly.
Whoosh!
A magic circle unfolded across the empty air as cleanly as a painting.
“Most attack spells derived from Dark Reversal Magic follow this basic structure.”
She touched the magic circle lightly with her fingertip.
“Rune language, formula, circuit, line. And we necromancers convert the mana within our bodies to the dark element, unfold magic circles on our bodies, the ground, empty space—wherever—and activate them.”
She activated the magic circle. The dark element that had flowed like water passed through the rune language, condensed, and transformed into the shape of flame.
Dark Blaze.
It shot forward. The black fireball scattered acrid smoke as it flew to the far end of the arena, struck the barrier, and vanished.
“Exactly like that. A projectile form in flight is the basic design. There are no results without reason. Because this method is the easiest, fastest, and most efficient, many necromancers employ it.”
Simon blinked, his expression slightly bewildered.
‘Why explain the basics now?’
The most elementary fundamentals.
Every student at Kizen knew this material.
“But visible projectiles have a disadvantage—they can be seen and evaded.”
She drew a new magic circle in the air and summoned a butterfly from within it.
The butterfly fluttered toward Simon on quivering wings.
“Try to avoid it.”
Simon read the butterfly’s movement and tilted his body, dodging it easily. The butterfly passed him and exploded with a soft pop moments later.
“Well done. What about this one?”
She drew another magic circle. Simon waited tensely, watching the circle to see when the spell would emerge.
……!
Suddenly, a butterfly appeared right in front of his throat.
‘What?’
Boom!
The butterfly exploded, and the impact sent Simon tumbling across the arena floor.
Ungh!
Thanks to the protective suit’s barrier, it didn’t hurt, but the force was there.
Jane spoke with an emotionless face.
“Did you see it?”
Simon, lying face-down on the floor, gripped his forehead against the ringing impact and answered.
“No, I didn’t.”
If he’d seen it, he obviously would have dodged. The butterfly simply seemed to burst out of nowhere directly in front of him.
“Then you’ll have to repeat until you can see it.”
“Pardon?”
Before Jane’s words even finished, butterflies erupted around Simon. Every hair on his body stood on end as he immediately threw himself into motion.
Boom-boom-boom!
Crash!
A chain of explosions detonated. Caught in the impacts, Simon rolled across the arena floor again, and before he could even get up, another butterfly was already descending from above his head.
Gasp!
He braced both hands on the ground and propelled himself away like a spring.
Boom-boom-boom!
Crash!
‘What kind of lesson is this all of a sudden?!’
And Jane watched her student running for his life with an expression of complete indifference.
“Here, please sit down, Professor.”
An instructor happened to arrive with a chair.
Jane sat in the chair. The instructor stood respectfully, tense, then glanced at Jane’s expression before speaking.
“Was there something at the faculty meeting this time?”
……
“Why is Simon getting a separate class?”
No matter how you looked at it, this seemed less like remedial instruction and more like ‘intensive training.’
Of course, training directly supervised by Vice Chancellor Jane was a precious opportunity—one worth gold—but the intensity was excessive.
Boom!
Boom!
Jane, who had been watching quietly, opened her mouth.
“This is not a Combat Magic lesson, Student Council President.”
Simon, who had been desperately fleeing the butterflies, heard her words and his eyes widened.
‘That’s right. Of course.’
—did you see it?
Jane asked if he’d caught sight of it.
The butterfly emerges at such close range that evasion becomes impossible once it’s visible.
The point isn’t to dodge by watching the butterfly move.
‘Before the butterfly appears!’
Eyes wide open, Simon’s gaze swept across the empty air with practiced speed. Every fiber of his being stretched to sense the surrounding darkness.
Suddenly!
Yet the butterfly burst from the void without warning, slamming into Simon’s chest.
Crash!
Simon’s body flew back with brutal force, slamming hard against the ground.
“Ugh, this is bad.”
The watching Instructor winced in sympathy, covering his mouth. Jane remained impassive.
“Hah—haah.”
Simon’s breath came ragged and heavy, but his eyes gleamed with sudden clarity.
In one fluid motion, he traced a magic circle on his palm and swept his arm outward. Darkness spread around him like smoke.
‘!’
Sensing something, Simon hurled himself forward. An instant later the butterfly erupted from empty air—but Simon was already past it.
“Yes!”
The Instructor beamed, clapping both hands together sharply.
“You saw that and dodged, didn’t you? You actually saw and evaded! Isn’t that right, Professor?”
At last, the faintest smile touched Jane’s lips.
“You’re beginning to develop the feel for it.”
Simon understood then.
There was no way black magic could simply erupt from empty air without cause. There had to be some precursor—some indication that the spell was about to fire.
The problem was only that the signs were too minute, too faint to catch with ordinary perception.
So Simon had deployed the darkness he’d painstakingly gathered, spreading it through the void—a somewhat wasteful maneuver, but necessary.
Only then could he sense it.
A tiny point, felt through his own darkness as it penetrated the space. Simon identified its location and sidestepped or leaped clear of that exact spot.
‘Good. Getting more used to it with each attempt.’
His senses were becoming increasingly acute.
What he couldn’t see with his eyes, he could catch as a subtle wrongness in the air—and seven times out of ten, dodging that sensation meant safety.
As time wore on, his success rate climbed higher.
“Excellent.”
Jane finally rose from her seat. As the butterfly attacks ceased, Simon exhaled the breath he’d been holding and sank into a crouch.
The Instructor rushed over, handing him a water container and towel.
“How did it feel?”
After five minutes’ rest, Jane asked. Simon answered.
“Thinking about meeting black magic like that in actual combat… it’s terrifying.”
Jane’s expressionless face tilted slightly, her hand rising with a gesture.
‘!’
Simon’s chin snapped up in shock.
He’d sensed it—but couldn’t evade.
This time the butterflies burst from all sides at once, overwhelming him from every direction.
“This type of black magic is what we call Fulgor.”
“…Fulgor.”
Simon murmured the word aloud. As Jane’s fingers twitched, the butterflies dissolved like dust.
“So if we faced someone as skilled with Fulgor as you, we’d have no choice but to lose?”
“Not necessarily.”
Snap!
A tiny magic circle bloomed at her fingertips, and a strange current coursed through it.
“Whenever a new attack technique emerges, a counter to it emerges as well.”
Snap—snap—
It wasn’t typical lightning-based darkness magic. Smooth, unjagged bolts of electricity crackled and dispersed with a soft hiss.
“Watch carefully.”
She triggered the precursor—a tiny point—to summon a butterfly from empty space.
Crackle-crack-crack!
As the current grazed the point, the spell collapsed.
“By giving just the slightest dark stimulus to the area where Fulgor is about to activate, you can shut it down.”
Seeing her cancel ten Fulgor spells at once, Simon’s eyes lit up.
She turned back to look at him.
“Once you understand the principle, it becomes useful even against Priests who use the same lineage of White Magic. Would you like to learn?”
Simon’s fists clenched tight. At this point, the reason Jane had suddenly decided to teach him how to counter Fulgor didn’t matter anymore.
He just wanted to make it his own, right now.
“Yes! Please teach me!”

* * *
The next supplementary class was Combat Magic.
“One!”
The Senior Instructor of Combat Magic shouted loudly.
“Hyah!”
“Haaaah!”
Students in athletic wear were swinging poles in unison with the Senior Instructor.
It was a weapon technique training infused with Dark Element.
“Now, the pole is the archetype of all polearms! Say it back!”
“Archetype!”
“Correct! Pick up any long object lying on the roadside, coat it with Dark Element, and you can use it in any kind of combat. And the foundation of Pole Technique is rotation! Say it!”
“Rotation!”
“Correct! For smooth rotation, your legs must not become stiff and rigid like this!”
An Instructor walked past, tapping a student’s thigh with the pole. The student’s body wobbled.
“We’ll start with overhead strikes! Like this—use your rear leg as the axis, twist your core and hips to drive the pole downward! Five repetitions! Begin!”
Kamibarez, also in athletic wear, flapped her wings as she swung the pole, then lifted her head.
‘But where did Simon go?’
Whoooooosh—
At the waterfall on the western edge of Rocksum.
Right there.
Chatter-chatter-chatter—
Simon sat in a lotus position inside the waterfall, his lips trembling violently.
‘What kind of supplementary class is this?!’
Beside him sat Hong Peng, a Combat Magic Professor, serenely cross-legged.
She smiled brightly.
“Just twenty more minutes! Simon!”
“P-Professor!”
Simon spoke through chattering teeth.
“Wasn’t the lesson I’m supposed to review the Dark Pole Art? Don’t I need to learn that?”
“It’s fine! I’ll teach you later!”
She winked as she spoke.
After conditioning their bodies in the waterfall, Simon and Hong Peng changed into dry clothes and made their way to a flat grassfield.
‘I really wanted to learn the Dark Pole Art.’
Simon followed behind her, sniffling.
“Now then! Let’s spar!”
They faced each other.
Petals drifted down from the sky, beautiful against the abundance of trees.
‘Professor Bahil does strange things too, Professor Jane does as well, so why do only my supplementary classes feel so… odd?’
Hong Peng, who had been grinning, lifted her leg and gently touched the ground with her foot.
Thud—!
The descending petals shredded with a crackling sound and rained down on the grass. Simon suddenly felt tension spike through his body and took a defensive stance.
“Here I have a fist!”
She raised her right hand and clenched it into a fist.
“How would you hit an enemy with this without moving?”
“…Pardon?”
Simon blinked.
‘Not a ranged attack technique like Impact Strike, but hitting the opponent with a fist that doesn’t move?’
“The answer is—!”
Whoooooosh—
Simon didn’t even register what happened.
Combat Magic uses no Magical Circle. It is the harmony of flesh and Dark Element. That is Combat Magic.
And Simon, right now—
Thwack—
Her fist gently grazed his chin.
He collapsed heavily, staring up at Hong Peng with a dazed expression.
“This’ll work! See?”
“…….”
Simon turned to look back.
She hadn’t approached him—he’d been dragged along.
“Once more.”
Hong Peng’s expression grew serious as she took her stance.
“Want to learn?”
What is this.
‘The world of Combat Magic really has no end to it!’
Though he couldn’t quite grasp what had happened to him, Simon felt his blood stirring as he pushed himself to his feet.
“I’d like to learn!”

* * *
The following afternoon.
Outside the 2nd Year Campus Park.
“…….”
The café meeting he’d arranged with Lorain the day before was waiting. Since it was the weekend, she’d dressed in neat casual clothes.
“Sorry! Have you been waiting long?”
Simon came bounding over breathlessly. She turned, her hair dark as the night sky tossing in the breeze.
Then she let out a long sigh.
“What’s happened to you?”
Simon, swathed from head to toe in bandages, laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. Concern flickered across her face.
“You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”
“No, no—it’s just that I’ve been having some supplementary lessons.”
Her expression grew uncertain.
“…Supplementary lessons?”

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