The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 148

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Academy Weapon Replicator Chapter 148
Episode 47: The Rematch
Frontdier examined Lenzo’s weaponry.
‘……A spear.’
Lenzo’s great sword had been shattered by Mjolnir. Instead, he held in his right hand a spear longer than his own height. That alone was enough to sharpen Frontdier’s focus.
Lenzo’s god, the God of War Ares, lived up to his name as a master of all weapons, but he was especially skilled with the spear. So much so that among spears, there was one he favored called Enkefalos.
If that spear was indeed Enkefalos, then Lenzo held in his hands his own god’s cherished weapon.
“How much longer are you planning to stay on the train? Do you want to be blown away along with the passengers?”
Lenzo deliberately refrained from attacking Frontdier on top of the train. He couldn’t care less about the other passengers. He had no intention of taking hostages.
Lenzo simply wanted a proper fight with Frontdier. The passengers were nothing but a distraction.
“Considerate of you.”
Frontdier spoke, then drew a breath.
“Menosorpho.”
At his words, an enormous magic circle unfurled. Lenzo’s eyes gleamed as he watched the endlessly expanding magic circle. He drew a deep breath as though savoring some pleasant scent.
“Ah, now I remember. You had that, didn’t you?”
Frontdier released his Aura and rose into the air using Menosorpho. Lenzo’s eyes flashed with intensity.
‘He’s using Aura. I can feel it, but I can’t see it with my eyes. A Colorless Aura!’
Lenzo swallowed his admiration and spoke.
“Aura and flight, is it? You’ve grown quite a bit in my absence, Frontdier.”
Whether provocation or genuine comment, Frontdier shifted his gaze from the smirking Lenzo to his right arm.
It was a prosthetic limb that Lenzo was wearing.
“I’ve seen that somewhere before.”
“I had one made. Much as it pains me to admit it, it’s sturdier than my bare limb. You won’t cut through it so easily now. Not unless your Aura can penetrate it, of course.”
Frontdier examined the prosthetic arm Lenzo had equipped. Its joint was twisted awkwardly, the work crude and forced rather than proper craftsmanship. The condition inside the arm was likely dreadful.
‘……Thomson’s work.’
Frontdier’s smile carried meaning.
“That’s very you, Lenzo.”
Lenzo’s clothes billowed outward.
Aura wrapped around his body, and over it flowed a crimson radiance. In that moment, Lenzo unleashed all of it at once—his Aura and Ares’s Divine Power. Gone were the carelessness from their first meeting, the restraint about not being allowed to kill him. With those shackles lifted, Lenzo’s face now shone with exhilaration.
Gone were all doubts and limitations. With those chains broken, Lenzo’s expression now blazed with euphoria.
“I won’t hold back anymore. I’ll kill you with everything I have.”
Lenzo spoke with a bright smile, yet his killing intent blazed with a ferocity that clashed with that smile.
Frontdier returned that smile with one of his own.
“Don’t be like that.”
Weaving
Rank – Legendary
Dragon Heart
Frontdier wove the Dragon Heart and swallowed it. His Mana exploded in growth, and the Necktie he wore flared with light. The Colorless Aura trembled violently in response.
“You know I’m the one who entertains you most, don’t you?”
Frontdier’s fierce Aura and fearless words made Lenzo regard him with startled eyes for a moment before he smiled again.
“That’s right. Absolutely.”
Clack—clack—
Behind Frontdier, the Aerial Railway’s train was tipping over toward the far side.
Both of them understood instinctively: the moment that train disappeared completely would be when the battle truly began. Frontdier didn’t want civilians caught in the crossfire, and Lenzo wanted Frontdier’s full strength. Their desires aligned perfectly.
The time until the train vanished was brief, but Lenzo’s body tingled with anticipation as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
And the moment the train disappeared completely, Lenzo’s smile deepened.
“All right. Let’s go—”
Lenzo lunged toward Frontdier but stumbled. Suddenly his balance failed.
He instinctively looked left. There, floating in empty air, was a blade.
Frontdier had cut the string that had been supporting Lenzo. With nothing to hold him, Lenzo plummeted through the air.
‘How did he know?’
Frontdier looked down at the falling Lenzo and spoke.
“That ‘how did he know’ expression suits you.”
Frontdier’s words dripped with malice. His shameless act was far from over.
Weaving
Rank – Divine Rank
Criselakatos, Iokeira
Frontdier wove a bow and arrows and aimed them at the falling Lenzo.
“You needed Kian’s help just to stay afloat. Stopping them while you’re falling won’t be so easy, will it?”
“——”
Before Lenzo could say a word,
the combination of Falling Rain and Sure Hit was unleashed.
Whoosh-boom!!
It came hurtling toward Lenzo like a volley of fireworks.
“You cowardly bastard!!!”
Long Spear Technique
Lenzo Original
Left to right
Even as he fell, Lenzo extended his spear and swept it in a wide arc. The force imbued with Divine Power and Aura resembled a gale. Multiple arrows caught the wind and were driven back.
In the previous battle, too, he had used Falling Rain this way—but this was not the same Falling Rain as before.
‘Like a downpour in truth!’
And every last arrow of that downpour was aimed at Lenzo. Even after being repelled once, there were still countless arrows remaining.
Lenzo had once compared Falling Rain to the archers of a hundred-man corps, but now the arrows had swelled to ten thousand in an instant.
By that comparison, the arrows now occupied the realm of a legion.
Lenzo’s hand went behind his back.
‘I didn’t want to show this yet!’
What Lenzo pulled from behind him was a Shield. It was small enough to be concealed by his back, nothing remarkable in size.
“Huh!”
Clang!
Lenzo struck his spear and Shield together once. And the moment he thrust the Shield forward.
Rat-a-tat-tat!!
The arrows cascading like rain were deflected away. It was not merely those that struck the Shield itself. Even the arrows that fell outside its range began to bounce away the instant they came near Lenzo.
‘What is that?’
Frontdier narrowed his eyes, watching the sight unfold. That small Shield, regardless of its surface area, was blocking every attack that came toward it. By that logic, its size was no handicap at all.
‘It’s not Lenzo’s Aura. It’s the Shield’s power.’
If he were adept at manipulating Aura like Pascal and had simply expanded it to resemble a Shield, there would have been no need to draw out that Shield in the first place. He wouldn’t have hidden it behind his back as though it were something precious.
“……Well, how was that.”
The deafening patter of arrows ceased, and Lenzo, who had been kneeling on the ground, rose to his feet. Not a scratch marked his body.
He had blocked the fully unleashed volley without taking any damage.
Yet Lenzo’s shoulders dipped slightly, and his breath came long and deep.
‘……He felt relief. That means he was tense.’
Frontdier registered this. Lenzo could not hide his expression; his acting was abysmal.
‘If he could have blocked it all along, why was he tense?’
Perhaps that Shield, for all its perfection, isn’t truly flawless? Perhaps Lenzo’s lack of injury now owes partly to luck?
“We can’t leave it at that!”
Then Lenzo cried out sharply.
“I forgot for a moment—you’re the type who schemes well!”
Lenzo sprang up from where he stood.
He leapt, soaring to meet Frontdier’s eye level.
“……You mad fool.”
“Yes, you called?”
Clang!
Frontdier hastily drew a Short Sword, and it collided with Lenzo’s spear.
‘Ugh!’
Frontdier staggered. In a pure test of strength, he was at a disadvantage.
However.
“Damn it, don’t hover there cowardly!”
Lenzo had merely leapt from the ground and struck; he lacked the foothold to continue pressing Frontdier. After their weapons collided once, he fell back to the earth and landed.
Frontdier looked down at Lenzo, his mind working.
‘I need to find out what that Shield is. That spear too.’
Lenzo bearing both Shield and spear—his silhouette unsettled Frontdier.
But how to ascertain it? With his previous opponents, he had relied on prior knowledge, taking time to uncover their secrets.
When something lay hidden, he tested various approaches and reasoned his way forward.
Simply asking would never yield the answer. Every foe he had faced was sharp-minded,
‘……Wait.’
“Listen, Lenzo!”
Frontdier called out toward him.
“Why do you call? Planning to drag out time? Well, I won’t play by your rules,”
“Are those spear and Shield you’re carrying Enkefalos and Rinotoros?”
“……?!”
Lenzo’s eyes widened—his pupils trembling more violently than they had at any point in this fight.
He closed his mouth for a moment, his hands quivering, then slowly parted his trembling lips.
“…… No, that’s not it, is it?”
……
Frontdier heard that response and fell silent for a moment.
Then he spoke again.
“I see!”
“Yeah, that’s right! There’s no way that could be!”
Lenzo smiled and fired back.
Frontdier’s thoughts churned.
‘He possesses both of Ares’s divine relics—the spear and the shield.’
A man receiving the Divine Power of Ares, wielding the treasured weapons of Ares himself. And the man in question ranks among the strongest alive.
In other words, Lenzo now occupied a position closer to divinity than any mortal could claim.
“I told you—no time to think!”
Lenzo leaped upward again. Frontdier rose even higher in response.
If Lenzo couldn’t fly, Frontdier would have overwhelming advantage. He could simply keep his distance and fire from beyond the spear’s reach.
But.
“Hmph!”
After leaping, Lenzo hurled the spear at Frontdier, who now hung higher in the air. Startled, Frontdier twisted his body. The spear whistled past his flank.
‘What’s he planning—to fight bare-handed?’
When Frontdier looked back at Lenzo,
the spear was still gripped firmly in his hand.
“……?!”
“Here it comes again!”
As Lenzo fell, he threw the spear once more. This time, the unstable stance mid-fall threw off his aim, and it went wide. Had his throw been clean, it would have struck Frontdier in that moment of shock.
Frontdier checked Lenzo’s hand again. The spear was still there, clenched in his grip.
‘The thrown spear is still in his hand.’
This wasn’t retrieval. The spear hadn’t flown out and returned.
As if it had never been thrown at all.
“Your bow was ‘Sure Hit,’ wasn’t it?”
Lenzo spoke, and the spear answered with a pulse of light—fierce, ominous, writhing with an ugly hue.
“My spear is the ‘Infinite Attempt.’ I can make what misses into something that never happened. Every ounce of stamina and Mana I spent on the throw—I recover it all, and the spear returns to my hand.”
Frontdier let out a hollow laugh. The absurdity of it gnawed at him. Certainly, the ability itself was formidable, but what truly galled him was its very character.
“……What a selfish spear.”
Had he ever seen a weapon suited so perfectly to its wielder?
“Hahahaha! Exactly. And this spear flies in a straight line. No matter how high you climb, you’re still within my range.”
Lenzo took up his throwing stance—brazenly open. His eyes burned with killing intent as he aimed the spear.
“Let me show you how a sparrow feels, Frontdier.”
Whoosh!
With feet planted firmly on the ground, Lenzo released the spear. Its power was a world apart from those thrown during the aerial tumble.
Frontdier twisted away once more, straining to evade. The spear’s velocity increased. With a weapon that recovered Mana and stamina on a miss, there was no reason to hold back. Each successive throw from Lenzo grew fiercer, more relentless. He was denying Frontdier any opening—a single-minded onslaught.
‘This madman is aiming only for my head!’
Every throw targeted Frontdier’s skull—with a precision so meticulous it was chilling, fixed on the space between his brows.
Because Frontdier knew where the aim was, evasion came easier. But Lenzo was determined to land the blow by sheer force of will.
‘Fine.’
Frontdier extended his left hand.
Weaving
Rank – Main Role Divine Rank
Mjolnir
The hammer materialized in his grip, and seeing it appear, Lenzo’s eyes transformed.
“Yes! That’s what I was waiting for! Frontdier!”
Spear in hand, Lenzo cried out. He reset his stance and hurled the weapon toward Frontdier.
Frontdier tilted his head back as before.
But this time, the spear did not seek his head. It streaked toward his heart.
‘Did you really think I’d be stupid forever!’
Lenzo’s face twisted into a grin of triumph.
The spear of the ‘Infinite Attempt’ drove forward toward Frontdier.
“Gahhh!”
Frontdier screamed. Lenzo’s laugh rang out in response. Well? I was aiming for the heart—surely this one blow won’t kill you, Frontdier. If it does, I’ll be very disappointed.
“──Lenzo.”
That was when Frontdier’s mouth opened. For a man run through by a spear, his voice was remarkably steady.
Pain flickered across his face, yet it held the composure of someone thinking, ‘I can bear this.’
“What—”
Frontdier brought his hand to his chest. From within his garments, he withdrew something.
It was a necklace. Lenzo had seen it before. Frontdier always wore it. But until just now, it had been invisible—hidden beneath his clothes.
And embedded in that necklace was Lenzo’s spear.
‘What?’
Did that mean Frontdier had read him? Anticipated that Lenzo would strike for his heart? Positioned the necklace deliberately to intercept the blow?
What kind of necklace could withstand a spear like that?
But there was a more pressing problem now.
‘My spear—!’
The spear had achieved a true hit on the necklace.
It would not return to Lenzo’s hand.
“You really are foolish.”
Weaving, Heukcheon
Rank – Legendary
Excalibur
From the shattered necklace, something like black ink pooled into Frontdier’s hand.
It became a blade, and in reverse grip, it settled into his palm. The luminous edge of the sword pointed toward Lenzo. The sword held in reverse grip; in his other hand, Mjolnir, already woven into being.
Frontdier’s eyes blazed with an eerie light.
Aura Release, Sword Aura
Frontdier Original
Just—
Crack-aaaa-aaang!!
The colossal blade of light—the same that had shattered both of Heldre’s arms—
came crashing down from the sky toward the earth.

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