The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 52

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The Academy’s Weapon Duplicator — Episode 52
Chapter 15: Fishing (1)
The next day.
After classes, I headed to the Training Room.
“Oh? Frontdier.”
“Aster.”
I ran into Aster again in front of the Training Room.
Ellin was beside him.
Ellin waved silently in greeting.
Now that I thought about it, they were siblings.
Standing side by side like this, they really did look alike.
“Training right after practicum? That’s diligent of you, Frontdier.”
“You’re doing the same thing.”
Aster flashed an awkward smile.
“I just mean… your reputation for laziness sounds ridiculous now.”
Hmm.
He was probably faster than a sloth, at least.
“But there seems to be a lot of people in the Training Room today?”
I glanced around.
There were definitely more people than usual.
The midterm exams had just ended, so you’d think everyone would be taking it easy.
The students at Constellation Academy really were diligent all the time.
“…Frontdier, you don’t know?”
Ellin said something cryptic.
“I’m sorry?”
“I thought you’d naturally know, being Frontdier.”
When I tilted my head in confusion, Aster’s gaze drifted in one direction.
“Look over there.”
Following his line of sight, I saw the Public Training Room.
Unlike the Private Training Room that I usually used, the Public Training Room could accommodate multiple people, and its walls were reinforced glass so outside observers could see inside.
It offered visibility to those watching from outside and sometimes people sought feedback.
And inside, I could see Aten Therst.
What’s more, Runia stood beside him.
“Aten…?”
“He’s always been with you. So I thought you’d know.”
Ellin said.
He wasn’t really with me—he was just following me around.
But I couldn’t exactly say that, so I asked Aster a different question.
“Are they having a match?”
“No, the people around them just think it’s a match. The two of them probably aren’t thinking about it at all.”
…Is that so?
Aster, being naturally kind and easygoing, spoke with such carefree confidence, but Runia wasn’t so optimistic.
Even from here, I could see Runia stealing glances at Aten beside her.
Aster, you really can’t see that?
“When other people watch the two of them training, it’ll inspire them too, and it’ll be an opportunity to draw out their mutual desire to improve. Well, it’s a good phenomenon.”
Aster nodded as he spoke.
Aster, that’s too kind a way of thinking.
And way too optimistic…!
Besides Aten and Runia, there were numerous other people visible in the Public Training Room.
Almost all of them were scrambling to appeal to Aten.
If that weren’t the case, I should’ve recognized the faces from coming here daily, but they were all strangers.
“…Well, I should get to my training.”
“You’re not going to watch?”
“I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.”
Besides, I was worried about being caught in the crossfire.
* * *
“It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve been here.”
I stepped into the Private Training Room.
I’d come here every day to improve my Throwing Skill, but the midterm exams had kept me away.
But today, I hadn’t come because of Throwing Skill.
I picked up the Smart Watch.
I scanned the notification on the screen again.
[You have successfully completed a Weaving of Primary Divine Rank.]
[Your unique skill ‘Weaving’ has leveled up.]
[Modification is now available.]
[Current available Modification option: Degradation]
[Degradation: Removes one option granted to an object.]
At last, the long-awaited Modification had become available.
The first ability of Modification was Degradation.
It removed a single option.
True to form for a starter skill, it seemed utterly useless.
But for me, this time, it was the most necessary skill I could ask for.
Weaving
Rank – Divine Rank
Chryselakatos
I wove Chryselakatos and confirmed its details.
[Chryselakatos]
• Rank: Divine Rank
• Description: A bow crafted by Hephaestus, god of the forge, and gifted to Artemis
Ability Details >
– Female Only: Due to Artemis’s request, only women can draw the bowstring.
– Never Miss: The user’s targeted enemy is always struck.
Here, I would degrade Chryselakatos and remove the ‘Female Only’ option.
Weaving
Weapon Modification – Degradation
Target: Chryselakatos
[Option ‘Female Only’ has been removed.]
After confirming the message, I drew the string of Chryselakatos.
“Done.”
The bowstring, which had refused to budge until now, finally gave way.
The fact that it had been as rigid as rebar seemed like a lie.
“Good. Shall I test it out?”
While I was at it, I wove Iokaira and nocked it to the bow.
My Mana reserves had grown considerably of late.
Whether from the drain itself or because I’d expanded my capacity once with the Dragon Heart—
Of course, it still fell short of what I had just after consuming the Dragon Heart, but it should be roughly at the Constellation Academy average by now.
It was a gift Aten had given me, one that cost him his very life.
I set the usual target practice to its highest difficulty.
Dozens of holographic targets materialized.
They all moved at speeds the eye could barely track.
On top of that, they dodged in response to projectiles.
‘Still, it’s a god’s weapon—surely I can hit a few…!’
With that thought, I released the bowstring.
I didn’t know then.
The bow Chryselakatos and the arrow Iokaira.
As a pair, they were completed at Divine Rank,
and what tier of power that combination truly held.
Chryselakatos
Never Miss
Iokaira
Falling Rain
The arrow that flew split into countless projectiles through Falling Rain,
and every single one of them carried the Never Miss effect.
The result:
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
A brutal, indiscriminate sound, as if rain were piercing through a window.
“…Huh?”
Every target shattered.
[Target Practice – Highest Difficulty: Clear.]
[Frontdier de Roache, record updated.]
[Previous record: 31.5 seconds. Current record has been updated with a new fastest time.]
[New record: 3.14 seconds.]
“…….”
3.14 seconds? Seriously?
Was that the circumference ratio or something?
No—I shouldn’t be drifting into idle thoughts right now.
All records in the Training Room are public.
Which means 31.5 seconds was the fastest time ever recorded by any student at Constellation before I came in here.
And I just shattered it.
3.14 seconds.
And this announcement—it’s not just being broadcast to me.
“…….”
Without thinking, my gaze shifted beyond the Training Room walls.
I’d come here to avoid drawing attention.
But now I had the distinct feeling an inferno was about to descend on me.
* * *
Runia, to be honest, couldn’t focus on her training at all.
The cause was obviously the presence of Aten beside her.
‘Should I have… greeted her properly?’
She’d been stealing glances at Aten for what must have been dozens of times now.
Last time they’d met by chance with no time for proper courtesies, but seeing her like this, Aten had a mystical presence.
A person could be so strikingly pale.
Her expression too was so plain that it came across as cold.
Like a snow maiden herself.
‘Is she… upset with me? What if she is? Am I being thoughtless, continuing to practice right beside her?’
Runia’s anxiety spiraled with no end in sight.
But Aten, as it turned out, was giving Runia no particular thought at all.
Her mind was occupied elsewhere entirely.
‘I’m still weak.’
Meeting Renzo had made her feel that powerlessness acutely.
Being young might serve as an excuse, but that excuse had been thoroughly demolished by the existence of Frontdier.
……I remember everything from that time when Frontdier risked his life to save me.
It may not have been because of me.
Frontdier might have saved whoever it was.
But regardless of that, Frontdier is my lifesaver.
‘Reversion’ is still not something I can use freely.
I don’t know when it will be possible.
So for now, I must first strengthen my specialty—ice magic.
If I don’t raise my strength even a little faster, I won’t be able to stand at Frontdier’s side.
Frost Tier Magic 2nd Form
Rapid Fire Grant
Frost Arrow
As Aten stretched her hand forward, several shards of ice materialized around her.
Aten’s training was High Speed Reaction work.
A target would appear, and after a set duration, vanish.
The higher the difficulty, the shorter the time it appeared.
The goal was to strike the projectile before it disappeared, sharpening one’s reaction speed.
Crack!
Aten’s speed was extraordinary.
The target shattered the moment it appeared.
She was performing well enough to handle difficulty levels far higher than her current setting.
‘……She’s amazing.’
Watching her, Runia’s thoughts shifted.
She set aside her pointless worries and focused fully on her own training.
Her training was Long Distance Curved Archery work.
Runia’s command of mana manipulation was second to none.
She was hitting distant targets while dodging a maze of obstacles.
The focused training of both drew admiring eyes from those nearby.
“Incredible, truly worthy of the princess. Look at that speed—reacting that fast without a single premature shot. Not a tremor in her mind.”
“I find Runia more impressive. From that distance, targets between obstacles would look barely the size of a fingernail, yet she threads them through perfectly.”
The onlookers watching the two of them added their own remarks, one after another.
And those training nearby, hoping to draw the princess’s attention, redoubled their efforts.
It was around this time that the situation unfolded.
Suddenly, they all heard an announcement.
[‘Target Accuracy’ highest difficulty cleared.]
[Frontdier de Roach, record updated.]
[Previous record: 31.5 seconds. Current record replaces the highest mark.]
[New record: 3.14 seconds.]
Along with the voice, the updated record and the updater’s name appeared on the screen in front of the Training Room.
Whenever someone breaks a record, it’s announced across all Training Rooms like this.
It’s meant to motivate others to chase the record and stir up competitive spirit.
But this time, none of that was happening.
Every student who saw the screen had the same reaction.
……?
Just blank, dazed confusion.
They stared at the screen without changing their expression at all.
They had no idea what had just happened.
The first to snap out of it was—
“……What?! What?!”
Runia.
Her loud outburst made everyone grasp what was going on.
“What, what is it? A new record? A new record in Target Accuracy?”
“Who is Frontdier de Roach?”
“Oh, you know! ‘Human Sloth Frontdier!'”
“What? That guy?”
“Wait, surely. This has to be a system error. They must have entered 31.4 seconds by mistake, right?”
“Even 31.4 seconds would be a new record!”
A record can’t stay unbroken forever.
Since human ability has limits, the intervals between record updates grow longer the higher you go.
And the highest difficulty of Target Accuracy was one where everyone believed no further updates were possible.
The 31.5 second record was exactly that kind of mark.
It hadn’t been beaten in years, and everyone thought it never would be.
That record had been broken.
At 3.14 seconds.
Naturally, no one believed it.
3.14 seconds was now being written off as a recording error for 31.4 seconds, and people were saying that Frontdier de Roach must be a different person with the same name.
Aster and Ellin, who were outside the Public Training Room, could see the screen too.
“……Sister.”
“I don’t know.”
“I haven’t even asked yet.”
“You were about to ask if a 3.14 second record even makes sense. I don’t know.”
Even Aster, who refused to trust Frontdier’s bad reputation and wanted to see for himself.
And Ellin, who had witnessed Frontdier cut down a golem.
Both found this moment hard to believe.
Yet.
Among all these people, only Aten.
Simply gazed at the screen quietly, then gave a small nod.

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