Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 288

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 288

185. Beginning of the Semester (1)

The semester has begun.

Though there’s less excitement than in my first year, it’s still fun to attend the lectures I want.

“Well then, this concludes our orientation.”

“Thank you!”

After finishing my Magic Department class, I immediately had to face Altur’s envious gaze.

“Getting one-on-one instruction from Professor Cross. You really… you need to know just how blessed a fellow you are.”

Then he asks this.

“Any chance I could audit the class?”

“That won’t work.”

“Damn. I wasn’t expecting it anyway.”

Sure you weren’t.

Seems like you were really hoping for it though.

“Let’s just grab lunch. How about the student cafeteria.”

“Actually, I heard a new shop opened up, want to check it out? They say the pasta is really delicious.”

“That sounds good too. But aren’t you going to the department event? It looked like the Magic Department was doing something earlier.”

“I’m an upperclassman. Those events are for underclassmen.”

As we chatted and headed out, I encountered a scene I never expected.

“What the.”

Outside the lecture hall.

I saw dozens of students waiting for me.

To be precise, dozens of freshmen.

“Senior Dane!”

“Senior! We’ve been waiting!”

What kind of situation is this.

“Dane, should I go ahead?”

“Hey, hey. Wait. Hey.”

Altur quickly escaped from my side, and I was instantly surrounded.

“Senior! When does recruitment for the Romance Club start?”

“How do I transfer to the Autonomous Department?”

“If you have time later, when you go on your next adventure, could we also…”

After enduring a nerve-wracking 30 minutes, I was finally able to escape the lecture building.

“I’d rather deal with monsters instead.”

I’m bewildered.

Is this because I’m an upperclassman?

Of course, there was a similar situation on the day of the entrance ceremony.

Could it be that the Academy Swordsmanship Society guys put them up to this?

“Oh, meeting a celebrity here.”

“Griffin.”

Then I hear Griffin’s voice.

He has a notebook hanging around his neck and a pen in his hand.

“Coming from doing interviews?”

“Of course. This is prime time. Getting freshman interviews, writing up various stories. In that spirit, how about an interview?”

“I don’t have the energy for that right now.”

“Ah. You’ve been getting hassled.”

He seemed to know something, so I asked.

“Is there a reason the freshmen are acting like this? I’m just an upperclassman.”

“Come on, you’re Dane Sogress. You’re definitely not ‘just an upperclassman.'”

Then Griffin rattled off a series of things that would make anyone else cringe and want to leave.

“First, you’re in the Autonomous Department, right? You’re literally the only one among all Academy students.”

“What’s next?”

“You’re the Danter Cup winner. Those two things alone are enough, but you’ve even been to the Imperial Palace for monster subjugation and heretic hunting. At just 14 years old.”

“And?”

“Is that all? There are rumors you’re friends with His Highness the Prince, and the people you hang around with are impressive too.”

“…”

“You’re even the president of the ‘Romance’ club that’s currently ranked first in the survey ‘Question for Academy Freshmen: Which club do you most want to join!'”

“It’s ‘Magic Summoning Exploration Sword Arts.'”

“That name sucks.”

“…”

Griffin then delivered the final blow.

“You’re even tall and handsome. There are plenty of reasons to be an object of admiration. Among Academy students, even famous theater actors from the Imperial Palace would have to step aside for you.”

“You can stop now.”

So now I have to put up with annoyance wherever I go?

“Probably for a while. The freshmen are excited and thrilled about first entering the Academy, so studies and everything else come second.”

“I see.”

“Well, since we’re at it, how about that interview?”

“Do whatever you want.”

If that’s the reason, then fine.

I can’t tell the freshmen to stop, so I might as well enjoy it.

“…Alright, let me conclude the interview with one final question. The new semester has officially begun, and you had tremendous achievements during your first year. Do you have any plans for your second year?”

Plans for my second year.

Even in my first year, I didn’t start the semester with detailed plans laid out.

I just made plans as I went and created situations one by one in the process of carrying them out.

If I had aimed for such things from the beginning, I would have dropped out of the Academy and gone to the Imperial Palace by now.

So I answered like this.

“I hope nothing happens for a while.”

New semester.

If there’s a duty for Academy students, it’s naturally attending lectures.

The freshmen are the same, but they’re at an age where they’d be excited anyway.

As a second-year, I decided to be ‘more’ devoted to my studies this time.

The first of these was Professor Keltas’s swordsmanship lecture.

Professor Keltas conducted lectures inviting skilled practitioners as he had mentioned.

“Say hello. This is Paul Enrion, who served as my vice-captain of the knight order.”

The first guest was a former vice-captain who served under Professor Keltas when he was captain of the Imperial Knight Order.

“Pleased to meet you, Count Enrion. I am Dane Sogress of the Sogress County.”

“So you’re that rumored genius boy. Nice to meet you.”

However, his expression didn’t seem very enthusiastic, which puzzled me a bit.

I soon found out why.

“Elder Brother, but really… even if they’re not real swords, is it okay to spar?”

Count Enrion asked Professor Keltas with an uncertain expression.

“Do you really think so?”

“Well, of course… no matter how many achievements he’s made in the Autonomous Department, he’s still just a child.”

Then he added this.

“Surely he’s not going to use magic and summoning too? I heard he has multiple talents.”

“What kind of sparring in the world would include such things? Just compete with pure swordsmanship, swordsmanship only.”

“Hmm.”

Count Enrion looked at me.

It wasn’t that he was looking down on me, but I’d say he was filled with certainty and bewilderment.

“If you insist. I understand.”

“Don’t grumble. Once we start, you’ll change your mind.”

“I don’t think that will happen.”

But at this point, I had no choice but to say something.

“What kind of result do you expect, Count Enrion?”

“Result?”

He pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

“It would be fortunate if you could even touch my collar.”

Then he added with a question.

“I heard you’ve achieved numerous accomplishments, but you’ll realize they mean nothing in the face of experience.”

Experience.

What a fine word.

It’s one of the most important things for a warrior, no less than talent.

When I smiled slightly, Count Enrion suddenly clapped his hands.

“Oh ho. Now I understand why Elder Brother called me. Talent. Certainly important. But experience is just as important, young man.”

Professor Keltas smiled faintly at those words.

“Now, now. Let’s begin then.”

Thus, we prepared for sparring in the spacious research lab, which also served as a training ground, each holding practice swords.

“Well then, start when you’re ready.”

As we stood holding our swords, Count Enrion spoke.

“Young man. If you manage to surprise me, I’ll write you a recommendation letter to join the Imperial Knight Order after graduation.”

If the guys from the Swordsmanship Department had heard this, they would have been shocked.

“That’s an interesting proposition.”

“It’s not just interesting. It’s a tremendous honor. Elder Brother praised you as such an amazing talent that I’m saying this to provide some motivation.”

Most of those guys are training in swordsmanship with the goal of getting hired by famous knight orders after graduation.

“I understand. Then-“

I raised my sword and took a perfect stance.

“I’ll go first.”

Clatter!

I swiftly charged forward and aimed for Count Enrion’s lower section.

Clang!

As expected, it was blocked since it was an honest attack.

But for a moment, surprise flashed across Count Enrion’s face.

“…!”

The counterattack followed.

An attack thoroughly based on the Imperial Knight Order’s swordsmanship theory, along with a slightly irregular overhead slash.

Clang, clang!

However, I wasn’t pushed back.

Talent.

And experience.

I possess both of these.

Especially, the foundation of my swordsmanship is based not just on talent, but on experience accumulated moment by moment on the battlefield.

Therefore, no matter who the opponent is, and if that opponent is looking down on me even a little-

Swish.

Landing a successful attack is a simple matter.

“Ho.”

Amid Professor Keltas’s admiration, Count Enrion hastily retreated.

He was momentarily flustered, looking at his severed sleeve fabric on his upper arm.

“What did I tell you? I said he was an amazing talent, didn’t I?”

“This is….”

“Right. He has not only talent but also experience.”

The method of deceiving the eyes by pretending to slash the lower section, then immediately twisting sharply to slash the upper section.

It’s hardly even a technique – it’s something naturally learned on battlefields where you must risk your life every moment.

“Interesting.”

Perhaps that’s why.

Count Enrion’s gaze changed.

With a more serious expression, he muttered.

“If I take this lightly, I’ll be thoroughly humiliated.”

Swoosh.

At the same time, Count Enrion’s attack came flying in an instant.

Clang!

I quickly raised my sword to block it, but fierce attacks targeting my entire body followed.

Clang, clang, clang!

Several sword strikes flew at me in an instant, followed by a thrust aimed at my neck.

Should I twist my neck here, or should I duck?

I can see it.

Though it’s flying toward my neck, I can already see the gaze aiming for my upper section.

Clang!

I twisted my upper body, raised my sword, and struck upward.

Thud!

When I pushed Count Enrion away with my foot, he smiled as if finding it amusing.

“Magnificent.”

“That was an amazing attack.”

“No. The amazing one is you.”

He looked back and forth between his kicked arm and the sword that had just aimed for my neck.

“You pretended to aim for my neck while actually targeting my upper section, but you not only noticed that and struck upward, but also pushed me away….”

A grin, with the corners of his mouth curling up dangerously.

“This is a very coveted talent indeed.”

Professor Keltas chuckled from the side as if he’d been waiting for this.

“Didn’t I tell you? That he’s an amazing fellow.”

“Elder Brother. Why didn’t you introduce him to me sooner? If I’d known there was someone like this, I wouldn’t have needed to suffer teaching those boring guys.”

“Now, now. Watch your words. Those guys all came under you because they respect you, didn’t they?”

“But seeing this friend makes me wonder what use any of that was.”

The way he slightly licked his lips with his tongue looked quite dangerous.

“You did well to come here today, young man.”

Shing.

“I need to work out all the stiffness I haven’t been able to release.”

No matter how I look at it, this seems dangerous.

I’m a second-year student – is it really okay to do this to me?

“But I have a class next.”

“Next class?”

“Yes. I have to go in 2 hours.”

“…Then I’ll have to do my best for 2 hours.”

Did I speak unnecessarily?

I should have just said I had a class when about 2 hours passed and left.

Oh well, whatever.

Swordsmanship is something that’s good to learn more and more of anyway.

As Professor Keltas said, facing new opponents each time will naturally hone my skills as well.

“Ah, and it seems I was right about surprising you.”

“Yes, as soon as I return, I’ll write you a recommendation letter….”

“Actually, I’m not really interested in that.”

“…What did you say?”

Professor Keltas finally bursts into laughter.

“Didn’t I tell you? His way of thinking is completely different from the other guys.”

“…Even so, how can there be a fellow who refuses a recommendation letter….”

At this point, I hoped Count Enrion would be disappointed by my rejection.

But that was my mistake.

After staring at me blankly for a moment, Count Enrion soon chuckles.

“Good. For a talent who might become the youngest Hexa-class, you should have at least that much spirit.”

Shing.

Instead, his eyes light up as he draws his sword.

Wait, hold on.

I think I mentioned that I have a lecture in 2 hours.

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