Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 47

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 47

 

 

 

22. Am I a Bit Late with My Introduction?

 

 

Bron stared at Dane in disbelief.

What the hell is this crazy bastard saying?

“What did you just say?”

“I told you. I made the promise first.”

“Promise? Ah. What, did you agree to do something together? It’s probably not that urgent, so we can do that later…”

“How do you know whether it’s urgent or not?”

Bron’s eyebrows twisted.

“Do you think you’re something special just because you got into the Academy…”

“Then what are you supposed to be?”

“Me? Have you heard of it? The Sauer Family, the most powerful force in the Western Region.”

Bron then curled up the corners of his mouth.

“Well, it’s not really important information for beating you two up anyway.”

Bron raised his hand and gave orders as if there was nothing more to say.

“Hey, go mess them up.”

At those words, Ernest trembled severely.

With each step they took closer, his trembling grew more intense.

Violence is sometimes justified at the Academy.

Openly wielding violence violates school rules, but if it happens where no one can see, without anyone finding out, and both the one who got beaten and the one who did the beating keep their mouths shut, then it doesn’t matter.

And that was also a rule of the world.

‘I’m dead.’

Ernest trembled with the helplessness that had been ingrained in him since childhood.

The reason he couldn’t cut ties with Bron despite constantly getting beaten and sometimes even brutally assaulted was because this helplessness had been learned.

He had even thought he had courageously escaped to the Academy, but the moment he faced him again, what came was even greater helplessness and resignation than before.

‘I can’t escape.’

Then Dane placed his hand on Ernest’s shoulder. Ernest spoke urgently.

“I think it would be better to run away now. No matter how strong you are, those guys are… really scary kids!”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m repaying a debt.”

“Re, repaying?”

Repaying a debt from the Garden of Mist.

Ernest was flustered.

“They’re all scary kids! Especially Bron has been called a swordsmanship genius since he was young!”

A swordsmanship genius.

Dane actually laughed with interest at those words.

“I’m curious about that.”

Ernest opened his mouth in bewilderment.

What is this guy saying right now?

Wait, but do those guys know that he’s Dane Sogress?

If they knew…

“I’m glad those guys don’t seem to know who I am.”

“Huh?”

“Ernest. I’ll let you have one of them later, so punch him in the jaw.”

“Me, me?”

“Trust me and try it.”

Dane said something incomprehensible and then placed his hand on Ernest’s shoulder.

“Sometimes when you look closely, it turns out to be nothing special.”

Dane continued speaking.

“You can’t keep going like this forever, right?”

“…”

And as soon as he finished speaking, Dane moved.

“What, what!”

Reaching the three guys who had stepped forward was instantaneous.

One fellow reflexively swung his fist, but Dane lightly twisted his body to dodge and grinned.

“You swung first?”

“Uh, huh?”

Thwack!

And something unbelievable happened.

“Arghhhh…”

Dane had grabbed one fellow in the blink of an eye and slammed him into the ground.

Silence flowed through the garden.

Dane dusted off his hands and looked at the other two fellows, saying.

“Nothing special.”

Then he glanced at Ernest once and approached the closer of the remaining two fellows.

“This bastard…”

That fellow, whose name hadn’t even been exchanged, charged with a very sloppy and clumsy stance.

At least that’s how it looked to Dane.

This guy doesn’t seem to be a genius.

“Ugh!”

When he flicked his finger to shoot a mana bullet, the fellow clutched his nose and tumbled over.

He probably doesn’t even know what happened.

Generally, mana bullets are non-chain magic that even non-mages can use, but that doesn’t mean they’re easy to use.

It requires the arduous process of concentrating the mind, rearranging mana, gathering it together, and shooting it out.

But Dane did it in a short time.

Because he’s a genius.

And at that, a talent genius.

‘It went harder than I thought.’

Dane was actually a bit flustered seeing the fellow bleeding from his nose.

Maybe it’s because he made an ancient mana core.

He thought he had shot it with just the power of flicking his finger, but this was like punching him.

Now there were two left.

“What will you do?”

At Dane’s question, the remaining fellow hesitated, and Bron seemed flustered and at a loss for words.

“You guys don’t seem like much.”

“Br, Bron.”

The remaining fellow turned around and looked at Bron with a desperate expression, but Bron had nothing to say.

But that was only for a moment.

“Move aside. I’ll do it myself. You go mess up that idiot Ernest over there and bring him to me.”

“O, okay.”

Dane quietly watched the fellow step aside as if he had been saved.

Ernest was startled. He was really approaching this way.

‘How, how can I…’

Then his eyes met with Dane’s.

It seemed like he was saying this.

At least try it once.

Ernest swallowed dry saliva.

‘I, I can do it.’

A strange courage welled up.

Was it because he was with Dane?

Right, he couldn’t keep going like this forever.

Since he’d have to keep facing them anyway, he couldn’t just keep running away.

Clench.

Ernest finally clenched his fist, and the fellow who had been trembling while looking at Dane just moments ago now approached, licking his lips as if he had finally found his chance.

“What. Did you just clench your fist? Let’s just take a few hits and go, huh? I’ll hit you gently, gently.”

The sight of him approaching with a grin was terrifying beyond measure, but…

“I can’t help it, let me take some hits.”

Courage that he could do it surged up.

Just as that fellow approached.

“Huh?”

Suddenly his movement stopped.

Thwack!

Before he knew it, Ernest’s fist struck the fellow’s jaw from below upward.

“Ugh!”

For a moment, the world seemed to flow slowly.

The series of scenes where he floated slightly in the air, some blood burst from his mouth, and he crashed to the ground played out slowly…

Thud.

Ernest finally realized.

The fact that he had done something called ‘resistance’ for the first time in his life.

“I, I…”

His fist trembled and his legs shook.

But it was certain.

The fallen fellow didn’t move at all.

He had knocked him unconscious.

Dane looked at that sight and grinned.

An expression that seemed to say, see, I was right?

“I did it…”

Ernest trembled with emotion.

“That idiot really got beaten by such a loser now…”

In the midst of this, Bron looked at the unconscious fellow with an expression beyond bewilderment to absurdity and shook his head.

But that was only for a moment.

Bron opened the spatial storage his father had given him as an entrance gift and suddenly pulled out a sword.

“Since no one can see us here, it shouldn’t matter.”

Then he wore a sinister smile like a madman.

“You know what? They say when it gets cloudy here, fog rolls in. Sometimes they can’t even find bodies.”

Was this fellow cornered?

Or was he just crazy?

“Ah, but I’ll hit you gently. Mainly in places that won’t show on the outside. Maybe one nice scar on your chest?”

It seemed to be the latter.

Dane answered as if mocking those words.

“That’s fortunate.”

“What?”

“That you don’t know me.”

Bron tilted his head.

“What would be different if I knew who you were?”

“If you knew, you couldn’t pick a fight like this. I’m glad you did.”

Bron burst into laughter.

“What, so are you some young master of Duke Termion House or Count Sogress? Don’t you know Count Sauer Family? We’re the hegemon of the western region and one of the Empire’s war hero families!”

Bron swung his sword through the air once as if there was nothing more to say.

The sound of the well-forged blade cutting through the air was menacing.

But Dane casually shrugged and picked up a staff that caught his eye.

It seemed like something the garden caretaker had left behind.

Then he lightly took a stance as if holding a spear.

“What are you? You’re going to face me with that thing?”

Dane looked at the staff once and answered calmly, not caring whether Bron sneered or not.

“Yeah. I think it’ll work.”

“This bastard…”

Bron had no intention of considering the consequences.

With the Sauer family’s backing, even if it became somewhat problematic, it could be sufficiently covered up.

His father even had some friendship with Duke Termion, so whoever this guy was, it wouldn’t be a problem.

Therefore, Bron charged without hesitation.

‘I’ll beat him up moderately and maybe carve a tattoo on the back of his neck.’

So that fear would come to mind every time he saw the wound.

By the way, that fellow looks exactly like he’s holding a spear.

Did he learn spear arts?

Just as he thought that far and charged to swing his sword down.

Thwack!

What had happened?

“Gaaahhh…”

Clang.

The sword Bron was holding fell to the ground, and Bron collapsed while clutching his abdomen, letting out a scream as if he was about to die.

‘Wh, what just…’

It seemed like that fellow in front of him had disappeared for a moment.

But before he could think further, he received a powerful impact to his abdomen and ended up dropping his sword.

“Get up. If you drew a real sword, we have to finish this.”

“Ughhhh…”

“My father told me. Drawing a real weapon except in legitimate duels means you intend to finish it.”

There was no time to answer.

When he barely managed to get up, his vision swayed and he felt nauseous.

Just one hit.

He never imagined it would be like this from just getting hit in the abdomen by that staff that didn’t even look like a weapon.

“My goodness…”

Ernest’s mouth fell open.

It was the most shocking scene he had witnessed in recent years.

In Ernest’s world, Bron was the strongest, most frightening, and most fearsome existence.

And that fellow was now sprawled on the ground struggling after just one hit.

Was Bron weaker than he thought?

No.

Dane was… impossibly strong.

“Why, do you feel like dying?”

“How, how dare you do this to me…”

Even while feeling like he was dying, Bron drew up his mana and sent it flowing toward his abdomen.

The pain subsided slightly. His vision was still swaying, but that didn’t matter.

“I’ll make you realize what luck is!”

Bron kicked off the ground again.

He had already picked up his sword.

A sword flying murderously through the air.

But Ernest was no longer worried.

Crack!

“Aaaahhh!”

With a desperate scream, Bron’s right arm that held the sword was struck by the staff and he tumbled again.

“My, my arm!”

It seemed his arm was broken.

Dane looked at Bron quietly as if it was nothing.

Bron trembled all over and shouted.

“You, what the hell are you doing!”

Only then did Dane bring out his introduction as if he had been waiting.

“Dane Sogress. Eldest son of Aken Sogress and first-year in the Autonomous Major Department.”

Is this how it feels when all your blood drains out?

Bron felt the back of his head go cold.

Rumors suddenly came to mind.

Rumors he had heard countless times since enrollment.

The youngest son of the Sogress Count House not only entered as valedictorian but also got accepted into the Autonomous Major Department for the first time in 50 years.

Well, it was interesting but that was all.

He just thought he was an incredibly amazing fellow, nothing more, nothing less.

Among all the rumors Bron had heard, there was one that particularly came to mind.

His hair was so beautiful, as if woven from silver.

Just like that fellow looking at him right now.

“Ah, was my introduction a bit late?”

And one more thing.

Count Sogress, the Empire’s greatest spear master called the ‘Blue Gale.’

Bron could see his image in Dane holding the staff.

‘A fellow like this hangs around with someone like that?’

The strong should associate with the strong.

When the strong associate with the weak, it’s merely the strong taking pity on the weak and temporarily ‘gracing’ them with their presence.

Bron had always thought that way.

But that common sense was crumbling.

‘Damn it…’

That day, Bron recalled something after a very long time.

The primal emotion called ‘fear.’

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