The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 5

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (5)

“Use this place from now on.”

“….”

Arteon, who arrived at the training ground led by Claw, saw a training facility that was better than he had expected.

It was an independent location separated behind the military base.

‘There’s even a place to sleep… and the training ground is quite large.’

He had never even thought that such a place existed until now.

As Arteon looked at the training ground with surprised eyes, Claw spoke.

“This is the division commander’s personal training ground. I never would have thought he’d give this place to a mere soldier.”

“Um… what is that place over there?”

“Ah, that place is…”

At Arteon’s words, Claw turned his gaze.

It was a spot in the corner of the training ground, where a peculiar magic circle was drawn on the floor.

Claw answered.

“It’s a place that increases mana concentration. But well… you won’t have any use for it, so there’s no need to be particularly interested.”

“Ah…”

Arteon nodded with sparkling eyes.

He had hoped, but who would have thought there would even be a place that amplifies mana concentration.

Soon Claw spoke.

“I’ve arranged for your rations, so you’ll be able to eat well. But…”

Claw, who had been speaking, looked Arteon up and down.

With eyes that seemed unable to understand.

“The division commander said he’d grant anything within his authority, but just a training ground and two weeks of free time. You’re truly the first oddball like this I’ve seen.”

Perhaps if he had asked to be discharged, that would have been granted too.

As far as Claw knew, Belkain had never once broken his word.

But at Claw’s words, Arteon shook his head.

“I only did what needed to be done, and this reward is more than enough.”

“…I see.”

Claw chuckled as if bewildered and soon turned around.

“During your free time, let me know if you need anything. The division commander has ordered active support.”

“Thank you for your consideration. Steel heart!”

“Keep up the good work.”

Soon after Claw left, Arteon lightly looked around the training ground.

Various types of training weapons were displayed to allow training with different kinds of weapons.

Naturally, since it was the division commander’s personal training room, other officers or soldiers wouldn’t come here.

Moreover…

“A magic circle that increases mana concentration.”

Having already experienced it once in the cave, he knew how much value this held.

‘The Vargas Northern Spear Technique is fundamentally a spear technique that can only grow when supported by mana.’

Therefore, training the Mana Cultivation Method was extremely important for Arteon right now.

“Whew…”

Arteon sat on the magic circle that amplified mana and exhaled.

Training ground.

Resting place.

Meals.

And even Vargas’s legacy on top of that.

Could there be more perfect conditions for becoming stronger than this?

Arteon quietly closed his eyes and organized the Vargas Northern Spear Technique in his mind.

‘The ruler of the north.’

The Vargas Northern Spear Technique used by Vargas Wolfhart has clear stages.

From 1st Star to 9th Star.

Learning 1st Star grants power far exceeding ordinary soldiers, and awakening to 3rd Star reaches the level of knights who skillfully handle mana.

‘Going further beyond that…’

Reaching 5th Star becomes a level where one can fight on equal terms with generals.

Vargas Wolfhart.

After reaching 7th Star, he was able to completely dominate the Northern Region.

“…What level would the stages beyond that be?”

According to Vargas’s definition, reaching 8th Star allows one to split massive mountains.

And upon reaching 9th Star…

“One can… cut the sky.”

A feeling like the realm of gods.

Having already accumulated mana through the Mana Cultivation Method, Arteon could be said to have reached 1st Star.

But he had no intention of being satisfied with this level.

‘More… more…’

A new world he had learned about for the first time.

Arteon constantly thought about spear techniques while training the Mana Cultivation Method.

And how much time had passed?

When the mana gathered in his mana core had very faintly increased in size.

“Whew…”

Arteon exhaled deeply and opened his eyes.

Spending a long time unconditionally wasn’t necessarily good.

Since it was a short time, it was better to think about maximum efficiency.

And during that time, hadn’t he also finished organizing the Vargas Northern Spear Technique?

Step, step.

Arteon picked up a training spear hanging on the display rack.

The weight balance was better than expected, making it a superior product.

‘The Vargas Northern Spear Technique is…’

It wasn’t a spear technique that simply stopped at thrusting or swinging from a distance.

One that could be used in both close combat and mid-range.

‘A spear technique specialized for war.’

Arteon’s eyes flashed as he swung the spear.

Swoosh!

The sharp sound of cutting through air broke the silence of the night.

The training spear traced a circle as it cut through the air, and dust clouds rose in all directions following the subsequent movements.

“Huh.”

Arteon regulated his breathing and planted his feet firmly.

A spear technique he was trying for the first time in his life.

His past life.

It was completely different from the spear technique he had learned.

‘Imagine an enemy.’

Arteon imagined the Kar Tribe warriors he had fought countless times until now.

Their savage nature and the attacks that charged forward recklessly.

Imagining that.

Whoosh!

He swung the spear and immediately penetrated into the enemy’s embrace.

‘Here…!’

This is exactly where the specialness of Vargas’s Northern Spear Technique shines.

A flexible spear technique that moves between long-range and close-range forms while freely utilizing the body.

The first goal was to learn the basics of the Vargas Northern Spear Technique and ‘move naturally.’

“Gasp!”

Arteon, with his spear slung over his shoulder, dove into the enemy’s embrace and struck the enemy’s chest with his shoulder.

But the moment he hit the enemy’s chest with his shoulder.

Wobble.

“Ugh!”

His legs tangled and his balance collapsed.

Thud!

Arteon, who had fallen pathetically to the ground, frowned and got up from his position.

“Ugh… This is harder than I thought…?”

Or was it because he was striking at empty air?

Arteon looked at the human-sized wooden dummy that was beside the training ground.

He thought it might be easier to maintain balance if he struck something directly.

Crack!

“Argh!”

Thud!

This time too, he fell pathetically.

But…

“…Until I succeed.”

He had no intention of giving up after just a few failures.

Two weeks ahead.

‘…I’ll reach 2nd Star.’

That day, until the sun rose, the sound of spear swinging continued to echo from the training ground.

* * *

Several days passed.

“What is that guy doing?”

“Just… it seems like he’s training all day long.”

Claw answered Belkain’s question.

But soon after, Claw said to Belkain.

“You seem to have a lot of interest in that soldier, Division Commander.”

Belkain rarely showed interest in soldiers.

Wasn’t it common for him not to even know the names of officers who had been working for over a year?

This side of Belkain was a bit unfamiliar.

Tap.

Belkain put down the pen he was holding and looked at Claw.

“How many years have you been in the Northern Region?”

“It’s my fifth year.”

“Quite a long time. But have you ever seen a guy like that even once during all that time?”

“That’s…”

No.

He could guarantee it, not even once.

To simply call him eccentric, his actions so far had been too radical, and to call him crazy, he was too diligent.

“What choice would you have made?”

“I would have asked to get as many gold coins as possible and be discharged.”

“Heheheheh, I like your honesty.”

But that young soldier didn’t do that.

“…I can’t figure out his intentions at all.”

Claw made a complicated expression.

What was that guy trying to do in this Northern Front battlefield where even surviving day by day was difficult?

To that, Belkain said.

“Let’s watch. What that guy is planning to do. Of course… if he dies in the process, it would be meaningless.”

He wasn’t having great expectations.

He was just a little interested in the unusual behavior.

At Belkain’s words, Claw nodded.

“Then I’ll report again if there are any unusual developments. Steel Heart!”

Watching Claw turn around like that.

“The days will get colder now.”

Belkain only muttered quietly while looking outside the barracks.

* * *

“…Moldrek is dead?”

“Yes, some private… suddenly rushed at him and stabbed his neck with a knife.”

“What?”

The middle-aged man who was lifting his teacup paused and looked at the subordinate standing in front of him.

What kind of ridiculous reason was this?

But his subordinate also seemed to find it strange, as he continued with a troubled expression.

“Ac-according to the report, that’s what happened. So there was a request to organize a different company commander to replace Moldrek. And… they asked for someone who isn’t a noble.”

“Ha, it seems Belkain has finally lost his mind after being stuck in the Northern Region for so long. He must think he’s the king.”

The middle-aged man frowned with displeasure. But soon.

“A suitable guy just comes to mind.”

“Who do you mean?”

“That guy who caused trouble recently. He was definitely from commoner origins, right?”

“Which one…?”

“That guy who caused a ruckus at Zertaron Military Academy. That guy.”

“Ah! I remember now.”

The middle-aged man smiled wickedly and said.

He had been needing to deal with one troublemaker anyway, wasn’t this perfect timing?

“Transfer that guy to the Northern Region. If he refuses, threaten him that he’ll never be able to set foot in the Military Department again.”

With this, he could handle two annoying matters at once.

It was regrettable that he couldn’t plant one of their people in the Northern Region, but.

‘Anyway, it’s a useless land where everyone dies when they go there. It doesn’t matter.’

The man burst into laughter, shrugging his shoulders with amusement at what was to come.

* * *

“Haah…”

Arteon took a deep breath and moved his body again.

Along with that, the spear gripped in his hand extended long.

Swoosh!

It was a basic thrust, but the power was not ordinary.

Speed that was clearly different from before.

Destructive power that was hard to believe came from a training spear exploded in the air.

But Arteon didn’t stop there.

He twisted his waist and rotated to the opposite side while swinging his spear.

His legs moved together with the rotation.

He lowered his center of gravity and planted the spear on the ground with one hand, and naturally the next movement followed.

“Gasp!”

Swoosh!

He kicked off the ground and launched his body into the air.

At the same time, his spear swept through the air like an extension of his body, cutting down the enemy.

Kar Tribe.

Arteon was currently imagining virtual Kar Tribe warriors and fighting against them.

At first, he could barely fight one of them, but now he could imagine three or four opponents.

Thud!

“Hup!”

As soon as he landed, he used the spear’s recoil to bend his waist and leap forward again.

Continuous movement—spear technique that was smooth like a dance yet rough and explosive.

However…

Thwack!

Suddenly, Arteon’s body lost its form.

His body, having lost its center, swayed greatly.

Thump!

He fell straight down and landed on his bottom.

“…Damn it, I was almost there.”

Swinging the spear while maintaining distance, then mixing in body technique with the spear’s handle when closing in.

It looked simple, but connecting it naturally was an extremely difficult task.

He could manage it to some extent only because his mana supported him.

“…Again.”

Arteon got up from his position.

Sweat trickled down his forehead.

Training that was much harder than expected.

Full-body balance and muscle strength were essential.

‘Until I get it right.’

He had no choice but to repeat until he got used to it, until it was carved into his body.

Arteon gripped his spear again and slowly took his stance.

Being conscious of balance, following the flow of power, waiting for that moment when the spear would become part of his body.

And…

Whoosh!

Once again, the spear began to dance.

Another day passed like an arrow.

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