Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 364

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 364

262. How Did You Do That?

“You can send more.”

Professor Sephion was dumbfounded after hearing Dane’s words.

He had just defeated six golems in succession by himself, and that was what he said.

“What did that guy just say?”

“I’m too tired to be surprised anymore. How many more will he defeat?”

“Want to bet? About ten?”

“I say twenty. How much are we wagering?”

“3 Crown Gold Coins.”

“Should be at least 10. If you’re scared, just die.”

In the midst of this bizarre scene where betting broke out on the spot, Professor Sephion asked.

“…Will you be alright?”

“Of course.”

His breathing hadn’t been disturbed in the slightest.

Against six low-output golems, undergraduate students would barely manage to face two or three, let alone defeat them.

The reason multiple enemies are frightening.

Knights learn this too.

When facing multiple enemies, be careful even if their equipment is poor.

But that fellow had faced six golems, each individually capable of handling two undergraduate students depending on output.

And very easily at that.

Click.

As he operated the device, five golems appeared again.

“I’ll increase the output.”

“Understood.”

Professor Sephion hesitated for a moment.

Output.

Should he raise it one more level?

With a “no way” feeling, Professor Sephion considered two levels.

“You can raise it as much as you want.”

If it becomes dangerous, he’ll go in to rescue him.

A completely different mindset from Professor Esteranza.

“Good.”

Finally, the golems’ output increased-

Clatter!

Five golems rushed forward incomparably faster than the golems that had just been defeated.

‘How will he handle this.’

If knights’ individual levels could be converted to scores, five golems of that level would exceed Professor Sephion’s score.

But swordsmanship and combat aren’t simple number games.

How you act in what situation.

Momentary choices determine the very next moment, and these become life-or-death decisions.

In that sense, Dane seemed to have made his choice.

Swish!

First, he held his sword horizontally toward two rushing golems, then simultaneously blocked two swords striking vertically downward.

Clang!

Without being pushed back by their strength at all, he pushed back the two golems, then ducked to avoid three swords flying from behind.

Scrape!

Simultaneously, he turned his body on the ground using his left foot as an axis, executing swordsmanship that sliced through the lower bodies of two golems.

“My goodness.”

Professor Sephion let out a sigh at that series of movements that flowed like water.

All those judgments were made in an instant?

No, more than that-

Whoosh!

What was that technique of kicking up sand from the floor to block vision and stabbing eyes with the pommel?

The undergraduate students who had only learned ‘swordsmanship’ – that is, slashing and thrusting using the ‘sword blade’ – stood agape.

“Is it okay to do that in sparring…?”

“Is that sparring? That’s a real fight!”

“I never even imagined such methods…”

After the war ended, swordsmanship was limited to ‘sparring.’

Swordsmanship used in sparring became more emphasized.

Therefore, so-called ‘cowardly’ techniques that couldn’t be used in sparring were abandoned.

Quick thinking that could overcome skill differences when used well was dismissed as ‘dishonorable.’

“Different, definitely different.”

But Dane, as if mocking this trend, actively utilized not just his sword but his hands and feet to face the golems.

That was no longer skill that could be discussed purely in terms of swordsmanship.

Experience.

And seasoning.

Plus boldness on top of that.

That was definitely a realm that couldn’t be explained by talent alone.

‘But how?’

Dane was a fifteen-year-old boy.

No matter how much ‘experience’ he had, at most it would be training grounds or sparring grounds.

He might have faced some monsters too… well.

Could such swordsmanship skill come from just that?

‘Professor Keltas?’

A skilled person suddenly came to mind.

As a former Imperial Knight Order captain, he apparently lived like an idle person in the Autonomous Department, though no one knew what he was doing…

Actually, he wasn’t sure.

Even if someone with a knight captain background taught him, could such seasoning be instilled?

Clang!

Meanwhile, Dane had brought down two more golems.

Now only one remained.

The result was predictable without watching.

Thud!

He blew off one arm, then kicked it down and pointed his sword at it.

It was a perfect victory without a single scratch.

“Stop. Well done, Dane Sogress.”

Professor Sephion immediately deactivated the training area. His expression was complex. How should he put this.

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Uh, mm. Right.”

There was no helping it.

Professor Sephion looked around at the undergraduate students and said.

“You all saw that well.”

“…”

They couldn’t have seen it well.

At least, not in terms of learning.

How could they learn and follow that?

“As you can see, student Dane Sogress’s swordsmanship is diverse. To be a bit more precise, his fighting style is completely different from yours.”

“Professor, we haven’t learned how to fight like that yet.”

That’s a valid point.

Far from learning, they probably just swung their swords wildly.

They would have learned the footwork necessary for swordsmanship, but they wouldn’t have mastered such ‘dirty’ fighting methods.

“Then you can learn from now on.”

Professor Sephion looked at Dane and immediately continued speaking.

“Dane Sogress’s fighting style is unfamiliar. But that’s precisely why there’s so much you all need to learn.”

The surroundings fell quiet.

Professor Sephion brought out the words he had prepared.

“Of course, you might never need to use it in your lifetime. If you show even a little of it, you might be branded as a coward. But what threatens your lives isn’t sparring conducted under the supervision of referees.”

Professor Esteranza taught methods for good scores and good sparring rather than real combat.

That wasn’t wrong.

However, it wasn’t the right method for survival.

“So from now on, you will follow Dane Sogress’s example and hone the warrior techniques that can be used in ‘combat.'”

Imperial Academy.

He didn’t know what kind of ripple effect it would cause to speak words that denied the current swordsmanship trends at this place called the headquarters of Imperial education.

But Professor Sephion actually looked relieved.

Like someone who had finally said words they had held back for a long time.

“Dane Sogress. If it’s alright with you, could you help out in classes from now on?”

At those words, Dane shook his head.

“If you’re talking about being a teaching assistant, I’ll have to decline.”

“Huh?”

Professor Sephion, who had naturally expected acceptance given the atmosphere, was flustered.

“Is there… a reason for refusing?”

As expected.

Was it because of bad feelings?

‘It was too early a proposal.’

In fact, anyone would harbor bad feelings after experiencing such a series of events.

It wasn’t just once or twice that they had picked fights.

Honestly, it was a bit embarrassing.

Both making this proposal, and the fact that Dane Sogress was attending these Swordsmanship Department lectures despite experiencing such things.

But the answer he heard was somewhat unexpected.

“Someone told me that accepting a teaching assistant offer is just the beginning.”

“Of what?”

“Graduate school.”

“…”

It wasn’t exactly wrong, so he couldn’t refute it.

“But if you promise future sparring sessions, I can help out occasionally.”

“Sparring?”

The ones who were actually surprised by those words were the undergraduate students.

The authority of Swordsmanship Department professors was tremendous.

Naturally, private meetings were out of the question, let alone sparring was unimaginable.

Having a sparring match was a great honor.

That was because all the Swordsmanship Department professors were either former skilled knights or active knights.

“Good. As much as you want. I’m actually looking forward to it with you.”

But both Dane who casually requested it, and Professor Sephion who accepted it.

What on earth was this situation?

The Swordsmanship Department students’ gaping mouths showed no signs of closing.

“I knew he’d do something like that.”

Leila now just accepted whatever Dane did with a “that’s just how he is” attitude.

“Senior likes sparring.”

Except for Benatio, who was desperately trying to figure out what Dane liked.

“Your skills have improved again.”

After the Swordsmanship Department lecture ended.

Those were the words he heard after visiting Professor Keltas for the first time in a while and having a bout of sparring.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. You’ve improved again. Damn it.”

“Is it okay for you to react like that to a student’s growth?”

“It’s because it’s too fast. The speed at which you’re filling up is tremendous. Like pouring water into a bottle.”

Of course.

Dane had already established the framework of swordsmanship through his previous life, and on top of that, in this life he had gained ancient mana and other talents.

So his growth had to be remarkably fast day by day.

“How many cores did you have?”

“Three.”

“Unless it’s me or someone close to you, no one else would ask, but just in case, don’t go around saying you have three cores. No one will believe you.”

That was true.

Now the general standards defined by the Empire had no meaning for Dane.

Things like how many cores he had.

Of course, it did have some important meaning, but with just three cores he could face a Penta-class knight and handle five mid-level output golems.

“Then shall I try increasing it to four this time?”

“What are you talking about now? You’re going to increase your cores?”

“Since we’re on the topic. I just didn’t do it because it wasn’t particularly necessary.”

“Anyone listening would think cores are rubber bands.”

Dane just smiled without saying anything.

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

This fellow is a research subject.

Maybe he’s a mutant.

You know, like how among monsters there are some that are particularly large and strong compared to others of the same species.

There are bound to be mutants among humans too.

Like Saul Hanston, who is called the idol of all mages.

‘I wonder if Professor Crosu thinks of him that way too?’

Anyway, since he said so, it was time to check.

“Try it.”

“It’s done.”

“What?”

Professor Keltas stared blankly at Dane.

When he checked earlier, there were definitely three cores.

But now it really became four?

“That’s how it normally is. Cores increase without you even knowing it.”

“That’s true. But saying you can control that…”

He’d never heard of such a thing.

So Professor Keltas placed his hand on Dane’s body.

It was real.

“This is ridiculous…”

The cores that had been three just moments ago had really become four.

“How did you do it?”

“I just increased them.”

“So how exactly.”

“Just like that. I circulated mana well. Through my body.”

“….”

He speaks so casually, but it doesn’t seem like he’s bluffing or lying.

He’s like someone calmly stating facts.

“Hah… this is really….”

Professor Keltas was so dumbfounded he pressed his hand to his forehead, then soon nodded his head.

“Good. Now that you have four cores, you should put them to use. Take up your sword.”

Professor Keltas was honestly delighted.

Sparring with a fellow who grows like this every time.

So much so that he could feel the joy of swordsmanship he had completely forgotten about.

“Gladly.”

Dane also readily picked up his sword.

Dane had been hoping for this too.

Sparring with a strong opponent is always something to welcome.

“Quad-level at that age… Does your father know?”

“No. But he’ll find out soon. When I go home for vacation, he’ll ask me to spar once.”

There will be quite a commotion.

Probably in Father’s way.

Running around the entire castle saying our son became Quad-level at fifteen.

Dane shook his head just imagining it and raised his sword.

“I’ll go first.”

“Come on, come at me.”

By the way, there was one fact he hadn’t mentioned.

If Dane’s prediction was correct….

‘Penta-level probably won’t be difficult either.’

And the fact that cores truly have no meaning anymore.

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