Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 111

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 111

 

 

 

67. The Humiliation Starts Now

 

 

The Academy Swordsmanship Club’s ‘Swordsmanship Tournament Venue’.

As it boasted the largest scale in the Academy, the tournament’s scale was also considerable.

They rented out an entire training ground to accept challengers and provided generous prizes.

Expensive artifacts and scrolls, plus weapons of excellent craftsmanship.

Therefore, the Academy Swordsmanship Club’s tournament that returned every festival was a big topic and hugely popular among students.

Above all, as a competition where only ‘non-majors’ could participate, there was some possibility of victory.

“Usually they can’t advance because of the rule that you must spar with Academy Swordsmanship Club members after 5 consecutive wins, right?”

The event provided generous prizes and prize money.

Thanks to its scale, you could receive prize money and decent rewards even with moderate consecutive wins.

But if left alone, it would end up being like cooking porridge for other departments, so naturally safety measures existed.

“That’s why usually the final winner is from the Swordsmanship Department. Precisely the Academy Swordsmanship Club, but usually only Swordsmanship Department kids join the ‘Swordsmanship Club’.”

“So from a few years ago, while it’s called a swordsmanship tournament, they allowed the use of magic, summoning arts, and other techniques too?”

From the Academy Swordsmanship Club’s perspective, this was an event hosted to show off the club’s scale, financial power, and influence.

Therefore, it was impossible for non-majors other than the Swordsmanship Department or Academy Swordsmanship Club members to win.

“But that guy’s a non-major and not even a club member, yet he’s beating everyone with a sword…?”

But this year seemed different.

Dane Sogress.

He suddenly appeared and applied to participate, then was defeating every challenger in just one or two exchanges.

“Ha, I surrender!”

A 3rd year Combat Department student who challenged boldly but surrendered when a sword tip reached his neck in just one exchange.

“…Did you see that just now? What happened?”

“I, I didn’t see…”

Over 10 people have been defeated in just 1 hour…”

The watching students’ gazes naturally turned toward the magical scoreboard displaying the accumulated prize money.

Over 10 victories in 1 hour.

Results including 1 Academy Swordsmanship Club member.

And a total of 28 challengers defeated so far.

He had repeated facing 5 non-majors and 1 club member a whopping 5 times.

Now he only needed to face one more non-major before facing another club member.

It was a record-breaking achievement, an unprecedented event—

‘We’re screwed.’

‘What do we do about this? If he takes all that prize money, we’re ruined!’

‘If he takes the prizes too, we won’t even break even…’

The Academy Swordsmanship Club members’ expressions were rotting away as green and stagnant as an old forest swampland.

The format of this tournament was simple.

Challengers step forward to challenge the victor.

And every 5 consecutive wins, you must face a club member.

It was a kind of safety measure.

A safety measure that allowed the Academy Swordsmanship Club to maintain face and prevent financial losses.

Therefore, usually it ended at 5 consecutive wins.

Since non-majors were non-majors after all.

Of course, they did pay allowances based on the number of victories.

But Dane was… not only taking the victory allowances.

“How much is all that?”

“My goodness, 70 Crown gold coins have already accumulated.”

“I’d love to see those arrogant Swordsmanship Department guys get their noses broken.”

He seemed likely to take all the accumulated prize money too.

70 Crown gold coins.

The total amount combining participation fees and victory allowances.

If he took all of that?

It wouldn’t just be a financial blow, but would leave a huge scar on the pride of this major club.

“Next.”

At Dane’s question, no challenger stepped forward.

This was also a problem.

If the opponent was too strong and there were no challengers, prize money wouldn’t accumulate well and the event itself would fail.

“Does that make sense?”

“Wait, didn’t he pass the entrance exam with spear arts?”

“He’s good at swordsmanship too…?”

“Maybe he’s just so good at spear arts that it makes him look good with a sword too?”

“Whatever it is, the chances of those Swordsmanship Department bastards getting humiliated are going up.”

Students couldn’t easily believe that Dane had talent in swordsmanship too.

Of course, thanks to him facing the 3rd grade summoned beast ‘Antares’ with a sword during the Summoner special admission exam, anyone who should know already knew.

But people don’t easily believe what they haven’t seen with their own eyes.

Especially when it’s hard to accept, like now.

However, separately from this—

“Serves them right. Look at their faces.”

“They always eliminate people right when they start winning.”

“This is rigged.”

“They’re the ones who usually act however they want.”

While the event itself was popular, complaints were pouring out about some Swordsmanship Department students’ usual behavior and this event where club members always ended up as winners.

So Dane, who seemed to have no rivals now, naturally received support.

“Anyone else?”

“…”

Dane asked again, but it was quiet.

Dane chuckled.

“I came because it was supposed to be a big event, but it’s nothing special.”

Thanks to this, the Academy Swordsmanship Club members looked absolutely mortified.

At this rate, the event and everything else seemed doomed to fail.

“Can’t we invalidate his participation itself?”

“Damn it, he’s a non-major! Anyone except Swordsmanship Department can participate!”

“Damn!”

It was then, as the organizers were stamping their feet, not knowing what to do.

“Is that the guy?”

The Academy Swordsmanship Club president.

Currently the only 4-core Quad-level skilled person in the Swordsmanship Department.

Conrad appeared.

“P-President.”

The members in charge of running the event bowed their heads deeply like people who had committed a mortal sin.

The aura flowing from Conrad’s skill and background was one thing.

But above all, it was because they knew Conrad considered this event extremely important.

“So that bastard is ruining our event right now.”

Strictly speaking, he wasn’t ruining it.

That was only from the organizers’ perspective.

Dane from the Autonomous Department who passed the entrance exam with spear arts, magic, and summoning arts was participating in the event through completely normal methods.

“28 consecutive wins?”

Conrad’s eyebrows twitched.

Currently 28 consecutive wins.

That means he defeated four club members.

And a non-major at that.

“This crazy situation…”

At that moment, one challenger stepped forward.

“I am Elton Brigada, 4th year from the Combat Department. Dane Sogress, I challenge you to a duel!”

And shortly after.

“The, the winner. Dane… Sogress!”

The record that was 28 consecutive wins became 29 consecutive wins—

Conrad recalled that the all-time highest consecutive win record was 29 wins.

Currently tied record.

Just one more win and…

‘This absolutely cannot happen.’

Conrad urgently whispered secretly to the vice president.

“Prepare now.”

“What?”

“You know what I mean.”

“…”

Events must have no variables.

Especially if it’s an event hosted by the massive club ‘Academy Swordsmanship Society’.

Because that’s how tradition and history can be preserved.

He couldn’t just watch some random guy not only break the consecutive win record but ruin the entire event.

If that happened, there would be no greater humiliation.

How many graduates sponsored this event right now, and how many well-known people are there!

“If I go out already in the early part of day 2, then next time…”

“Are you actually expecting defeat right now?”

“Th, that’s not it!”

“Then go and win, Vice President.”

“…I understand.”

29 consecutive wins.

Autonomous Department.

A genius who passed that difficult major exam with spear arts, magic, and summoning arts and now crushes majors with swordsmanship.

‘Come on, would I really lose?’

3-Core.

Quite good, no, quite high-level skill throughout the entire Swordsmanship Department.

Looking at the guys who faced Dane so far, they were at most 2-Core.

There’s a world of difference from 3-Core.

‘Wait.’

But was Dane Sogress suddenly appearing simply due to interest in this sparring event?

No.

Anyone could see it was because he was provoked.

As evidence, Dane was now looking at the Academy Swordsmanship Society club officers who had gathered with cold eyes.

As if to show them.

“How dare you interfere with our club’s event? A pathetic club with only four members…”

Conrad openly provoked without knowing this sentiment.

“Interfere?”

At that sight, Dane wore a sneer.

“Is this really a major club? There wasn’t a single guy who could stop me until 29 consecutive wins.”

“How arrogant for an underclassman!”

“I’m from the Autonomous Department, not the Swordsmanship Department. Much less your club.”

Dane, who had been retorting point by point, added coldly.

“You guys started the interference first. In an interesting way.”

“…!”

He knew.

But he couldn’t show it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ll find out soon.”

Conrad looked at Dane who didn’t flinch at all and retorted even in front of all those club members, then scolded the vice president.

“What are you doing?”

“I, I’ll go.”

“Go and win. By any means necessary.”

By any means necessary.

The vice president pondered those words as he received a practice sword from a junior club member and entered the training ground.

“Yes, at this moment the Vice President of the Academy Swordsmanship Society club is entering!”

The host’s voice, which had been gloomy due to Dane’s crazy winning streak, regained vitality, and the planted supporters whistled.

“Win!”

“Crush that arrogant bastard!”

But something strange was happening.

One of the students who usually viewed the Swordsmanship Department’s behavior unfavorably suddenly shouted.

“Are you sending out even the vice president because you don’t want to give the prize money!”

Silence fell over the training ground for a moment.

Such direct words.

But no immediate rebuttal came.

Rather, other students who had similar thoughts but were just watching due to the Swordsmanship Department and club’s influence rose up.

“That’s right! That’s so petty!”

“Sending out a Triple-grade against a non-major!”

“Let the record get completely broken this time!”

Apparently, everyone had a lot of complaints.

They talk about generous prizes and large prize money, but in the end it’s a competition where the Swordsmanship Department takes everything.

Of course, participation is one’s own choice.

Nobody threatened them with a sword.

But—

“Win! Dane!”

“Sogress fighting!”

“Swordsmanship Department, you petty bastards!”

Perhaps due to the karma of usually causing trouble no less than the Magic Department and looking down on students from other departments, the backlash was no joke.

“Wh, what is this…”

Conrad was flustered by the one-sided cheering, and the vice president in the training ground looked like he wanted to die.

“We, we will begin the duel! Everyone please be quiet!”

The duel was about to start only after the referee barely restrained the students.

‘I can win. No matter what, he’s faced 28 people!’

The vice president thought that despite pretending otherwise, Dane must be quite tired by now.

‘Right, if I use the technique Father taught me…’

The vice president recalled his family’s secret technique, the Mana Whirlwind.

A technique that creates a whirlwind of mana within the sword to deliver a powerful shock along with the strike.

It’s a secret technique that even Club President Conrad admires.

If it hits properly, it would be more than enough to completely break a practice sword.

‘If the weapon breaks, I win.’

The Empire’s ‘standard sparring rules’ consider it a defeat if a weapon breaks, is dropped, if one’s buttocks touch the ground, or if surrender is declared.

The Vice President was aiming for that.

‘I’ll end this quickly.’

And finally-

“Begin the sparring match!”

The sparring began.

Clatter!

The Vice President ignored any psychological warfare of pointing swords and circling around, charging straight in.

And he swung his sword down.

‘Got him!’

But that was a mistake.

“Urgh!”

His sword cut through empty air and his body swayed.

Then Dane circled to the side and swung his sword.

“Kugh!”

Clang!

He barely blocked it in an unsightly posture and retreated.

‘For just a moment, I couldn’t see him.’

A cold sweat ran down his spine.

The sparring almost ended right there.

This was ridiculous.

Even though his attack had missed, how could a Triple-rank like himself lose track of his opponent’s sword path?

‘Could it be…’

Did this mean that fellow Dane’s rank was much higher than his own?

“What are you doing? Going to surrender?”

“Grr!”

The Vice President charged again.

He had to prove his hypothesis wrong.

But-

Whoosh!

Swish!

Swoosh!

His sword only cut through innocent air.

And each time-

Clang!

Kang!

Clank!

Dane’s sword strikes flew in mercilessly.

He barely managed to block each time, but-

“Kugh!”

He couldn’t fully block the last sword strike and staggered, barely managing to support himself by planting his sword in the ground.

“Is, is the Vice President being overwhelmed right now?”

“Wasn’t he Triple-rank? He’s even stronger than that?”

“This is crazy… He doesn’t even look tired at all.”

Meanwhile, Dane looked calm.

Like someone having their first sparring match of the day, without even disturbing his breathing.

‘This can’t be happening.’

The Vice President drew up all his mana and finally activated his family’s secret technique, the Mana Vortex.

Whooom!

No one would notice.

This was a technique that swirled inside the sword and burst out at the moment of impact.

‘Here I go!’

The Vice President kicked off the ground harder than before and charged, finally reaching Dane and swinging his sword straight down.

‘Got it.’

In the Vice President’s mind, he saw Dane’s sword breaking in half and rolling on the floor after clashing with his own.

But-

Swish!

Dane, who had seemed like he would block, suddenly twisted his body at an invisibly fast speed…

Thud!

The sword that cut through air couldn’t overcome its momentum and struck straight into the ground.

And everyone saw it.

“Wh, what’s that?”

“Why is the ground split like that?”

“Mana! He used mana!”

Because the mana was too strong, the ground that should have just been dented cracked open with fragments flying.

At the same time-

Clatter!

Dane hooked his sword onto the Vice President’s sword that was stuck in the ground and pulled it straight up into the air.

Thunk!

And his sword soared into the sky, spun around, and fell in front of the Vice President.

It was defeat.

“…”

“…”

While everyone watched in a daze, Dane smirked.

“According to the Empire’s standard sparring rules, using mana on weapons during sparring is considered a defeat.”

“…”

“Mana should only be used on real swords, right?”

Dane’s voice was clearly heard by everyone.

So, the fact that the Vice President had just violated even the sacred sparring rules during the match.

“And you dropped your weapon too.”

Dane said in a cold voice and looked at the referee.

“Referee, aren’t you going to declare the sparring result?”

The referee looked at the two in a daze, then startled and reflexively shouted.

“Vi, victor! Dane Sogress!”

Cheers echoed through the training ground.

“This is amazing!”

“The Swordsmanship Club’s Vice President got crushed!”

“He completely overwhelmed him!”

“Those dirty cheaters! Even putting mana in weapons! Haven’t all the events they’ve held every year until now been like this?”

“You fraudsters!”

Cheers and criticism erupted from all directions, and dark clouds gathered on the faces of the Academy Swordsmanship Club members.

It was truly humiliation itself.

To have their highest winning streak broken like this.

“This damn…”

Conrad’s fists trembled with rage.

But the real humiliation was just beginning.

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