Chapter 17
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Chapter 17:
To his surprise, there was no sign of nervousness.
But of course, that was to be expected.
Philip was like a pitcher who knew how to throw all kinds of changeups in a baseball game where only fastballs were allowed.
‘I did hesitate for a moment, though.’
He considered the possibility of being defeated by Silver Knight, but that was only under the condition of completely hiding his true abilities.
It was a scenario where he fought within the confines of common sense.
However, if he decided to discard that common sense, he knew he could take on and triumph over everyone present, except for Emil Phanoy and Payen Blesset.
“....”
With only his breastplate on, Philip gazed at Joshua Praline on the other side.
Even amidst the confrontation, Joshua observed Philip with a calm demeanor.
Judging by the slight movement of his lips, it seemed like he might be murmuring something in self-contemplation.
Could someone who faced their past with such a resolute expression really deceive others merely for personal reasons?
‘Well, it’s a possibility. No, that’s not true.’
Philip reprimanded himself for entertaining such unkind thoughts for a moment.
After all, he knew he would have to reveal his true abilities someday.
And now, in front of this young man, it wasn’t such a bad time to do so.
Clad in his breastplate, gauntlets, and boots, Philip took the first step forward.
Joshua Praline also stood firmly before him with a determined look in his eyes.
“I will win. Philip Oswald. I endured two years on the Northern Front, that dreadful hell.”
“That’s an impressive feat, Joshua Praline. I deeply respect and admire you. If I hadn’t felt this way, I might have considered the possibility of losing to you.”
In response to Philip’s words, Joshua narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“Lose to me? Do you still find me amusing?”
As tensions rose in the room, Payan Blesset intervened, firmly pressing his hand against Joshua’s chest.
“Enough chit chat; let’s approach this duel with sincerity.”
Philip nodded and took a few steps back.
“I told you before, if you were just playing around, I would have let it go. But unfortunately, it seems you can’t give it your best.”
He pointed Neria towards him.
No signal was needed to start the duel.
In an instant, Joshua Praline drew his sword like lightning and charged at Philip.
With his sword aura raised to its maximum, Joshua’s strike resembled a wild beast’s claw, which flew towards Philip.
“Phew!”
Philip exhaled sharply, quickly rotating Aura with all his might.
During the collision, Joshua sensed something was off.
‘... Why is this happening like this?’
In the blink of an eye, Philip’s rotating sword shattered Joshua’s sword aura and deflected his attack, as if effortlessly parrying more than ten sword strikes at once.
‘Unbelievable.’
The sword he held so firmly moments ago suddenly felt light.
Soon, the shattered pieces of Joshua’s sword scattered on the ground with a resounding clatter.
“...?”
“What just happened?”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
Among the duel’s spectators, only a few noticed Philip’s incredible maneuver.
With her keen perception, Felicia was one of them.
Payan Blesset stared at Senior Professor Emil with a perplexed expression.
‘Emil, an old man capable of such speed and precision? That monstrous old man...?’
Although he initially suspected Emil Phanoy’s involvement, Payan quickly dismissed the idea.
The Senior Professor’s expression mirrored his own, showing hints of astonishment.
If that expression wasn’t just an act, it implied that the technique of manipulating the aura in that way was directly pioneered by Instructor Philip Oswald.
‘Could such a thing really be possible?’
To someone who had attained the esteemed rank of an ‘Aura Master,’ it might have appeared to be a mere trick, despite its extraordinariness. No matter how impressive it was, it couldn’t penetrate his formidable aura defense.
However, Payan Blesset sensed something more profound.
The boundless potential harbored by that technique.
“... Please step into my office for a moment.”
Phillip, Felicia, and Diana found themselves obliged to follow the Senior Professor into his office.
* * *
It was the Senior Professor’s office.
Phillip, Felicia, and Diana settled onto the sofa, awaiting the Senior Professor’s words.
“The Senior Professor is deeply disappointed in all of you.”
Senior Professor Emil Phanoy’s stern demeanor resembled that of a disappointed senior officer. Phillip found his reaction rather peculiar.
“... What’s going on here?”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me that mastering the ultimate technique would be akin to achieving victory? I couldn’t even get a proper night’s sleep for the past two weeks, constantly haunted by the fear of losing to that infuriating Payan guy.”
He began to express his discontent, seemingly disinterested in the Rotating Sword itself.
“Are you trying to force me into a demonstration? Speak up!”
Felicia was the one to respond, glaring at the Senior Professor with her hands on her hips.
“It’s not even a real duel, and we won, so why are you acting like this? If you knew it would end up like this, you should have just told us to surrender to Phillip. And if you thought we were going to lose anyway, why did you send us out?”
Felicia protested, and he chuckled, extending his hand.
“Enough with the jests. Philip Oswald, don’t you have something to say to me?”
Felicia was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. She clenched her fists and stomped her foot in frustration.
“Ugh!”
Philip felt a sense of camaraderie with the Senior Professor, as if he knew exactly how to tease Felicia.
But he had to speak his mind.
“The first thing I want to say is, never ask me to do something like this again. If it involves guiding and protecting students, I’m more than willing to do it. However, if the day ever comes when I have to fight for the academy again, I’ll accept defeat as graciously and humbly as possible.”
“Instructor?”
Diana Frenhall, who stood nearby, called out to Philip in surprise.
Thankfully, the Senior Professor didn’t lose his smile and instead encouraged Philip further, seemingly finding the situation amusing.
“So, what’s next?”
Philip didn’t hesitate; he answered promptly.
“I’ve worked hard for two weeks, so please grant me some time off.”
The Senior Professor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
“And, finally, could you spare some money so I can have a drink?”
Without delay, the Senior Professor tossed a small pouch to Philip.
Philip caught it and opened it, finding several gold coins and a considerable amount of silver coins inside.
“Use all that’s in there to drink until your nose twists. Remember to submit a vacation report.”
Observing his reaction, Philip was certain now.
The Senior Professor wouldn’t interfere with him anymore. With a bow, Philip left the office first.
“Um... Philip?”
Felicia glanced at the Senior Professor briefly, then took Diana’s hand and followed Philip.
After the young ones had left the office, Senior Professor Emil put a pipe in his mouth. It had been years since he last smoked.
‘Where on earth did that guy come from?’
He realized that Philip could see through all his actions.
‘Alright... let’s not mess with the hothead. He certainly has hidden talents.’
Sending Philip to the Silver Knights was a test.
Merely confirming the extent of his abilities would have sufficed.
However, Philip had completely surpassed Emil Phanoy’s expectations, effortlessly besting the Silver Knights.
Furthermore, his subsequent actions led Emil to believe that Philip was involved in some kind of political protest.
Rejecting the invitation to the Sword Saints Guild.
Negotiating with the Silver Knights using the Rotating Sword.
And now, asking for vacation and money.
‘... I’d better refrain from meddling if I want to teach those kids in peace. Accepting the money and granting the vacation request is probably a sign that he’ll let it go this time. There’s no one his age who knows how to handle things like that.’
Such skills were typically possessed by those who had spent a considerable amount of time meeting and dealing with people who weren’t their allies. The Senior Professor decided not to interfere with Philip for a while.
He had a feeling that if he did, he might get bitten quite hard.
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Chapter 17:
To his surprise, there was no sign of nervousness.
But of course, that was to be expected.
Philip was like a pitcher who knew how to throw all kinds of changeups in a baseball game where only fastballs were allowed.
‘I did hesitate for a moment, though.’
He considered the possibility of being defeated by Silver Knight, but that was only under the condition of completely hiding his true abilities.
It was a scenario where he fought within the confines of common sense.
However, if he decided to discard that common sense, he knew he could take on and triumph over everyone present, except for Emil Phanoy and Payen Blesset.
“....”
With only his breastplate on, Philip gazed at Joshua Praline on the other side.
Even amidst the confrontation, Joshua observed Philip with a calm demeanor.
Judging by the slight movement of his lips, it seemed like he might be murmuring something in self-contemplation.
Could someone who faced their past with such a resolute expression really deceive others merely for personal reasons?
‘Well, it’s a possibility. No, that’s not true.’
Philip reprimanded himself for entertaining such unkind thoughts for a moment.
After all, he knew he would have to reveal his true abilities someday.
And now, in front of this young man, it wasn’t such a bad time to do so.
Clad in his breastplate, gauntlets, and boots, Philip took the first step forward.
Joshua Praline also stood firmly before him with a determined look in his eyes.
“I will win. Philip Oswald. I endured two years on the Northern Front, that dreadful hell.”
“That’s an impressive feat, Joshua Praline. I deeply respect and admire you. If I hadn’t felt this way, I might have considered the possibility of losing to you.”
In response to Philip’s words, Joshua narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“Lose to me? Do you still find me amusing?”
As tensions rose in the room, Payan Blesset intervened, firmly pressing his hand against Joshua’s chest.
“Enough chit chat; let’s approach this duel with sincerity.”
Philip nodded and took a few steps back.
“I told you before, if you were just playing around, I would have let it go. But unfortunately, it seems you can’t give it your best.”
He pointed Neria towards him.
No signal was needed to start the duel.
In an instant, Joshua Praline drew his sword like lightning and charged at Philip.
With his sword aura raised to its maximum, Joshua’s strike resembled a wild beast’s claw, which flew towards Philip.
“Phew!”
Philip exhaled sharply, quickly rotating Aura with all his might.
During the collision, Joshua sensed something was off.
‘... Why is this happening like this?’
In the blink of an eye, Philip’s rotating sword shattered Joshua’s sword aura and deflected his attack, as if effortlessly parrying more than ten sword strikes at once.
‘Unbelievable.’
The sword he held so firmly moments ago suddenly felt light.
Soon, the shattered pieces of Joshua’s sword scattered on the ground with a resounding clatter.
“...?”
“What just happened?”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
Among the duel’s spectators, only a few noticed Philip’s incredible maneuver.
With her keen perception, Felicia was one of them.
Payan Blesset stared at Senior Professor Emil with a perplexed expression.
‘Emil, an old man capable of such speed and precision? That monstrous old man...?’
Although he initially suspected Emil Phanoy’s involvement, Payan quickly dismissed the idea.
The Senior Professor’s expression mirrored his own, showing hints of astonishment.
If that expression wasn’t just an act, it implied that the technique of manipulating the aura in that way was directly pioneered by Instructor Philip Oswald.
‘Could such a thing really be possible?’
To someone who had attained the esteemed rank of an ‘Aura Master,’ it might have appeared to be a mere trick, despite its extraordinariness. No matter how impressive it was, it couldn’t penetrate his formidable aura defense.
However, Payan Blesset sensed something more profound.
The boundless potential harbored by that technique.
“... Please step into my office for a moment.”
Phillip, Felicia, and Diana found themselves obliged to follow the Senior Professor into his office.
* * *
It was the Senior Professor’s office.
Phillip, Felicia, and Diana settled onto the sofa, awaiting the Senior Professor’s words.
“The Senior Professor is deeply disappointed in all of you.”
Senior Professor Emil Phanoy’s stern demeanor resembled that of a disappointed senior officer. Phillip found his reaction rather peculiar.
“... What’s going on here?”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me that mastering the ultimate technique would be akin to achieving victory? I couldn’t even get a proper night’s sleep for the past two weeks, constantly haunted by the fear of losing to that infuriating Payan guy.”
He began to express his discontent, seemingly disinterested in the Rotating Sword itself.
“Are you trying to force me into a demonstration? Speak up!”
Felicia was the one to respond, glaring at the Senior Professor with her hands on her hips.
“It’s not even a real duel, and we won, so why are you acting like this? If you knew it would end up like this, you should have just told us to surrender to Phillip. And if you thought we were going to lose anyway, why did you send us out?”
Felicia protested, and he chuckled, extending his hand.
“Enough with the jests. Philip Oswald, don’t you have something to say to me?”
Felicia was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. She clenched her fists and stomped her foot in frustration.
“Ugh!”
Philip felt a sense of camaraderie with the Senior Professor, as if he knew exactly how to tease Felicia.
But he had to speak his mind.
“The first thing I want to say is, never ask me to do something like this again. If it involves guiding and protecting students, I’m more than willing to do it. However, if the day ever comes when I have to fight for the academy again, I’ll accept defeat as graciously and humbly as possible.”
“Instructor?”
Diana Frenhall, who stood nearby, called out to Philip in surprise.
Thankfully, the Senior Professor didn’t lose his smile and instead encouraged Philip further, seemingly finding the situation amusing.
“So, what’s next?”
Philip didn’t hesitate; he answered promptly.
“I’ve worked hard for two weeks, so please grant me some time off.”
The Senior Professor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
“And, finally, could you spare some money so I can have a drink?”
Without delay, the Senior Professor tossed a small pouch to Philip.
Philip caught it and opened it, finding several gold coins and a considerable amount of silver coins inside.
“Use all that’s in there to drink until your nose twists. Remember to submit a vacation report.”
Observing his reaction, Philip was certain now.
The Senior Professor wouldn’t interfere with him anymore. With a bow, Philip left the office first.
“Um... Philip?”
Felicia glanced at the Senior Professor briefly, then took Diana’s hand and followed Philip.
After the young ones had left the office, Senior Professor Emil put a pipe in his mouth. It had been years since he last smoked.
‘Where on earth did that guy come from?’
He realized that Philip could see through all his actions.
‘Alright... let’s not mess with the hothead. He certainly has hidden talents.’
Sending Philip to the Silver Knights was a test.
Merely confirming the extent of his abilities would have sufficed.
However, Philip had completely surpassed Emil Phanoy’s expectations, effortlessly besting the Silver Knights.
Furthermore, his subsequent actions led Emil to believe that Philip was involved in some kind of political protest.
Rejecting the invitation to the Sword Saints Guild.
Negotiating with the Silver Knights using the Rotating Sword.
And now, asking for vacation and money.
‘... I’d better refrain from meddling if I want to teach those kids in peace. Accepting the money and granting the vacation request is probably a sign that he’ll let it go this time. There’s no one his age who knows how to handle things like that.’
Such skills were typically possessed by those who had spent a considerable amount of time meeting and dealing with people who weren’t their allies. The Senior Professor decided not to interfere with Philip for a while.
He had a feeling that if he did, he might get bitten quite hard.
————
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Chapter 17:To his surprise, there was no sign of nervousness.But of course, that was to be expected.Philip was like a pitcher who knew how to throw all kinds of changeups in a baseball game where only fastballs were allowed.I did hesitate for a moment, though.'He considered the possibility of being defeated by Silver Knight, but that was only under the condition of completely hiding his true abilities.It was a scenario where he fought within the confines of common sense.However, if he decided to discard that common sense, he knew he could take on and triumph over everyone present, except for Emil Phanoy and Payen Blesset.....With only his breastplate on, Philip gazed at Joshua Praline on the other side.Even amidst the confrontation, Joshua observed Philip with a calm demeanor.Judging by the slight movement of his lips, it seemed like he might be murmuring something in self-contemplation.Could someone who faced their past with such a resolute expression really deceive others merely for personal reasons?Well, it's a possibility. No, that's not true.'Philip reprimanded himself for entertaining such unkind thoughts for a moment.After all, he knew he would have to reveal his true abilities someday.And now, in front of this young man, it wasn't such a bad time to do so.Clad in his breastplate, gauntlets, and boots, Philip took the first step forward.Joshua Praline also stood firmly before him with a determined look in his eyes.I will win. Philip Oswald. I endured two years on the Northern Front, that dreadful hell.That's an impressive feat, Joshua Praline. I deeply respect and admire you. If I hadn't felt this way, I might have considered the possibility of losing to you.In response to Philip's words, Joshua narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.Lose to me? Do you still find me amusing?As tensions rose in the room, Payan Blesset intervened, firmly pressing his hand against Joshua's chest.Enough chit chat; let's approach this duel with sincerity.Philip nodded and took a few steps back.I told you before, if you were just playing around, I would have let it go. But unfortunately, it seems you can't give it your best.He pointed Neria towards him.No signal was needed to start the duel.In an instant, Joshua Praline drew his sword like lightning and charged at Philip.With his sword aura raised to its maximum, Joshua's strike resembled a wild beast's claw, which flew towards Philip.Phew!Philip exhaled sharply, quickly rotating Aura with all his might.During the collision, Joshua sensed something was off.... Why is this happening like this?'In the blink of an eye, Philip's rotating sword shattered Joshua's sword aura and deflected his attack, as if effortlessly parrying more than ten sword strikes at once.Unbelievable.'The sword he held so firmly moments ago suddenly felt light.Soon, the shattered pieces of Joshua's sword scattered on the ground with a resounding clatter....?What just happened?The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n.Among the duel's spectators, only a few noticed Philip's incredible maneuver.With her keen perception, Felicia was one of them. Payan Blesset stared at Senior Professor Emil with a perplexed expression.Emil, an old man capable of such speed and precision? That monstrous old man...?'Although he initially suspected Emil Phanoy's involvement, Payan quickly dismissed the idea.The Senior Professor's expression mirrored his own, showing hints of astonishment.If that expression wasn't just an act, it implied that the technique of manipulating the aura in that way was directly pioneered by Instructor Philip Oswald.Could such a thing really be possible?'To someone who had attained the esteemed rank of an Aura Master,' it might have appeared to be a mere trick, despite its extraordinariness. No matter how impressive it was, it couldn't penetrate his formidable aura defense.However, Payan Blesset sensed something more profound.The boundless potential harbored by that technique.... Please step into my office for a moment.Phillip, Felicia, and Diana found themselves obliged to follow the Senior Professor into his office.* * *It was the Senior Professor's office.Phillip, Felicia, and Diana settled onto the sofa, awaiting the Senior Professor's words.The Senior Professor is deeply disappointed in all of you.Senior Professor Emil Phanoy's stern demeanor resembled that of a disappointed senior officer. Phillip found his reaction rather peculiar.... What's going on here?Why didn't anyone tell me that mastering the ultimate technique would be akin to achieving victory? I couldn't even get a proper night's sleep for the past two weeks, constantly haunted by the fear of losing to that infuriating Payan guy.He began to express his discontent, seemingly disinterested in the Rotating Sword itself.Are you trying to force me into a demonstration? Speak up!Felicia was the one to respond, glaring at the Senior Professor with her hands on her hips.It's not even a real duel, and we won, so why are you acting like this? If you knew it would end up like this, you should have just told us to surrender to Phillip. And if you thought we were going to lose anyway, why did you send us out?Felicia protested, and he chuckled, extending his hand.Enough with the jests. Philip Oswald, don't you have something to say to me?Felicia was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. She clenched her fists and stomped her foot in frustration.Ugh!Philip felt a sense of camaraderie with the Senior Professor, as if he knew exactly how to tease Felicia.But he had to speak his mind.The first thing I want to say is, never ask me to do something like this again. If it involves guiding and protecting students, I'm more than willing to do it. However, if the day ever comes when I have to fight for the academy again, I'll accept defeat as graciously and humbly as possible.Instructor?Diana Frenhall, who stood nearby, called out to Philip in surprise.Thankfully, the Senior Professor didn't lose his smile and instead encouraged Philip further, seemingly finding the situation amusing.So, what's next?Philip didn't hesitate; he answered promptly.I've worked hard for two weeks, so please grant me some time off.The Senior Professor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.And, finally, could you spare some money so I can have a drink?Without delay, the Senior Professor tossed a small pouch to Philip. Philip caught it and opened it, finding several gold coins and a considerable amount of silver coins inside.Use all that's in there to drink until your nose twists. Remember to submit a vacation report.Observing his reaction, Philip was certain now.The Senior Professor wouldn't interfere with him anymore. With a bow, Philip left the office first.Um... Philip?Felicia glanced at the Senior Professor briefly, then took Diana's hand and followed Philip.After the young ones had left the office, Senior Professor Emil put a pipe in his mouth. It had been years since he last smoked.Where on earth did that guy come from?'He realized that Philip could see through all his actions.Alright... let's not mess with the hothead. He certainly has hidden talents.'Sending Philip to the Silver Knights was a test.Merely confirming the extent of his abilities would have sufficed.However, Philip had completely surpassed Emil Phanoy's expectations, effortlessly besting the Silver Knights.Furthermore, his subsequent actions led Emil to believe that Philip was involved in some kind of political protest.Rejecting the invitation to the Sword Saints Guild.Negotiating with the Silver Knights using the Rotating Sword.And now, asking for vacation and money.... I'd better refrain from meddling if I want to teach those kids in peace. Accepting the money and granting the vacation request is probably a sign that he'll let it go this time. There's no one his age who knows how to handle things like that.'Such skills were typically possessed by those who had spent a considerable amount of time meeting and dealing with people who weren't their allies. The Senior Professor decided not to interfere with Philip for a while.He had a feeling that if he did, he might get bitten quite hard.Translator's thought:- if you like the novel, please consider adding it on your Reading List at Novelupdates, and writing a small review. It would help this book get more /series/i-became-a-crazy-swordsmanship-instructor-in-the-game/Thank you! Happy reading!
