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Infinite Mage Chapter 114: End-of-Term Report Card (5)

Chapter 114: End-of-Term Report Card (5)

Among‌​​ the first-year students,‍‌ Rian was undoubtedly​ the most diligent⁠‍‍ in training. In​‌ fact, his training‌ regimen was so‍ harsh it bordered‍ on overwork. He‍ tackled it day‌‌‌ after day.

Yet,​‍‌ his grades did‍⁠‌ not improve.

Although​​ there were rumors‌​‌ that Rian had‍​ mastered Schema a month ago, the‍ slow pace of‌⁠ his enhancement cast​​‌ doubts on whether‌‌ this was true.⁠‌

“No⁠ matter that I’m⁠​‌ the lowest ranked,​​​ I won’t know‌​​ unless I try.​​ Who knows, things‍‌ might surprisingly go‌ well once I actually take on‍‌ the challenge?”

“Haha,‌ that’s so like‍​‌ you.”

Tess‍⁠ had never seen​‌ Rian tense. The⁠​‌ fact that he,​ the least skilled​ in the academy,‍​ was so composed⁠‌⁠ before a test‌ where his limbs‍ could be severed‌​ was oddly unsettling.⁠

After​‌ all, it was‌‌ the same back​‌ then.

Tess‍⁠⁠ first became aware‌ of Rian during‍​ the probation period.‌⁠‌

Swordsmen,‌ by nature, enjoy‍​⁠ combat. With 300‍‍‍ such kids gathered,​‌ the atmosphere from‌‍ the first day​⁠⁠ was tense. The‌​ instructors did not‍⁠⁠ particularly interfere with⁠ what happened inside‍ the barracks. Predictably,‍​‍ some wolves bared​ their teeth.

The‍‍‍ pecking order was⁠ established in no⁠‌‍ time.

Those​‍ who had mastered‍‌ Schema formed the​ first group, those⁠‍⁠ with physical strength⁠‍ the second, and​​​ the rest, the​​​ third. The problem⁠ was with the‌⁠‍ trainees who didnt‌​ fit into the⁠‌‍ third group. They​ were boys with‌‍ no interest in‌‌ swords but were​‌ pushed into the⁠‌‍ academy by their‍​‍ parents.

Richard‌‌ Faiger, the leader⁠​ of the first‍ group, relentlessly bullied⁠​⁠ these boys. Already⁠ naturally brutal, he‌‌ had come to‌‍ an academy where‍‌ killing techniques were‌ legally taught, and‌‍ his restraints had⁠ been unleashed.

Tess‍ didn’t care. In​ terms of skill,‌​‌ she was in‌ the first group,⁠ and the handful‍‍​ of women among​ the trainees were‍⁠​ exempt from the‍​ hierarchy battle.

Rians⁠​‌ rank was in‌​⁠ the middle of⁠‌​ the second group‍ at that time.‌‍‍

With​⁠‌ this ranking, he‍⁠‍ wasnt a target⁠‌‌ for bullying, but​‌​ Rian didnt mingle‌⁠‍ with anyone. His‌ reason for joining​⁠​ the swordsmanship academy‍ was just one:‍‍ to become a swordsman worthy of‌​ Shirone. Graduation or⁠​ anything else didnt‍ matter; he just​‍‌ wanted to improve‌​⁠ his skills.

“Pffhahaha!‍‌⁠ Hey, run! Faster!”​​

“Giggle!‌ Hee-hee!”

One​‌ day, the first​‍‍ group’s trainees rode⁠⁠ on the weaker⁠‌‍ kids’ backs, staging⁠​​ a race in⁠ the barracks. They⁠‌ hit the “horses”​‌‌ with sticks, eliciting‍‌​ horse-like sounds with‍ each strike.

Some‍​​ trainees frowned at⁠ this, but most‍​ were engrossed in‍⁠​ cheering, as if​‍‌ watching a real⁠​‌ horse race. Small⁠ bets were placed,⁠ and showing dislike‌⁠ could lead to‌​ being at the‌‍‍ bottom of the​ hierarchy.

“Faster!‌‌ I’m winning! I’m‌ winning!”

Faiger,‍​‍ leading the race,‍ was thrilled. True⁠⁠ to his nature​ of not accepting​⁠ defeat in anything,‌⁠⁠ even a playful‌‍‌ race, he increased​⁠‍ his strikes as​ the finish line‌‍ approached. The human​‍ horse, crying and‌‌‌ bleeding from his​ knees, had to​‌ crawl to keep⁠ going.

“Hee-hee!​ Haha!”

“Yess!‍​ I’m first…!”

Just‍​ as Faiger was​ about to cross‍‌​ the finish line,​ a blurry afterimage​‌ caught his eye,‍‍‌ followed by a strong blow to‍ the bridge of​‌ his nose.

“Ow!”‌​

Kicked​‌​ unknowingly, Faiger fell​ off the human‌‌​ horse. The following⁠ runners crossed the⁠ finish line in⁠‍ the meantime.

“Stop⁠⁠⁠ it. Is this‍ your playground?”

Faiger⁠​​ clutched his throbbing‍ nose, glaring at‍ the blue-haired boy.‍​

“You⁠ little…!”

Rian⁠ Ogent.

As‍ far as Faiger⁠ knew, Rian was‍⁠​ mediocre even among⁠ the second group.⁠​ Realizing he had‍‍ been struck by‌​‌ a boy who⁠‌‌ hadn’t even mastered​ Schema, his pride‌ was wounded.

“What,​‍ you want to‍ die?”

Rian‍⁠​ remained silent. His‌‍ nature of conserving‌‍ words hadn’t changed‍⁠​ since entering the​‌ swordsmanship academy. If⁠ he had nothing‍⁠‌ to say, he​​⁠ wouldnt make something‌​​ up.

“Look⁠ at this guy…”​

Faiger‌​ stood up, exuding‌⁠ murderous intent. The⁠⁠ situation was tense,⁠​⁠ but the frightened​ trainees didn’t dare⁠ intervene.

Of‌⁠‍ course, there were​‌ those who felt‍‌ no need to.⁠ Tess was one​ of them.

This‌‍ was a swordsmanship‍‍⁠ academy. In a group learning war‍ techniques, standing up​ for the weak‌​ changed nothing. In‍ the end, the⁠​‍ hierarchy was always⁠ established based on⁠​‍ strength.

“Oh,‍ it’s Rian, right?‍​‍ Causing trouble again.”‌

Tess​​ turned around. Another‌ female trainee, taller‌ than most boys,‌​‍ stood behind her‌‍‍ like a wall.⁠

“You‌ know his name?​‌⁠ He doesn’t seem​ very strong.”

“He’s​ weak, but he’s​‍‍ stubborn. Recently, the‌ second group collected​‌​ some money for​‌ Faiger’s birthday. Rian​ was the only​ one who didn’t​‌‍ contribute.”

“Aha,‌‍‌ so he was⁠ targettted for that?”⁠

“Probably.⁠ But honestly, I was surprised. I thought he was‍ quiet, but he’s⁠⁠⁠ unexpectedly hot-blooded.”

“Hmm…”‌⁠

For‍ the first time,⁠‌⁠ Tess took a closer look at‍ Rian. Still silent,‌⁠ he showed no‌‍‍ intention of backing‌⁠ down.

‘Such⁠⁠ a guy exists⁠ too. Indeed, the⁠‌‌ kingdom is vast.’​

That​‍‌ was the extent‍​​ of her interest.‍⁠⁠ Having grown up‍‌ seeing many eccentrics‍​‍ due to her‍⁠‌ father’s influence as​‍⁠ a colonial commander,‍​ she knew that‍⁠⁠ in this world,‍⁠ if the sword⁠​⁠ wasn’t strong enough,‌ it would just⁠⁠ break, no matter‍⁠ the conviction behind‌‌​ it.

“Ha,⁠ has this guy‍‌ gone mute? Its‍⁠ too late for‍‌ regrets. You didn’t​‍ think you could‍​ do all this‌‌‍ and remain unscathed,⁠⁠⁠ did you?”

“Let’s‍‍ go outside. It‌⁠ won’t look good⁠​​ in the evaluation⁠‍ if the instructor​​​ finds out.”

Faiger‌‌​ was incredulous. The‌​ very boy who‌‌​ should be begging‍⁠ for mercy was‌ suggesting they fight‍⁠ out of the‌​⁠ instructor’s sight.

“Fine,‌​ as you wish.⁠‍ Follow me. And​ everyone else, come‌‍ watch. I’ll show⁠⁠‌ you what happens‌‌‌ when you mess​​ with me.”

Faiger​⁠ led Rian to⁠‌ an open area​⁠‍ behind the building.‍⁠ Trainees from groups⁠‌⁠ one to three​⁠ followed Faiger, while​‍ only non-group members‍ stood with Rian.‍​‍

But‍​ they had already‌⁠ lost their will‍​​ to fight. In‍​ fact, they hadnt⁠⁠‌ come to fight⁠‌​ at all, just‍‍ not part of​‍ Faiger’s clique. Deep‍​​ down, they resented‍​ Rian for escalating‍⁠ the situation.

“Hey,​​ if you dont​⁠‌ want a beating,⁠ come to this‍‌ side.”

Faiger​ offered them a way out. The‍​​ trainees didn’t hesitate,‌⁠‌ passing by Rian‌⁠​ and rushing to⁠​ the opposite side.⁠‌⁠

“Hahahaha!​⁠‌ Pathetic. Hey, Rian,⁠‍⁠ what now? Everyones​‌⁠ left you.”

“Relying‌‍‍ on numbers? You’ve‌​ always been rotten⁠ to the core.”‌⁠

“What?”‌​⁠

“If⁠ you must fight,​‌ then fight. Thats‌‍​ what a knight​​ does. You don’t‍‍ even deserve to‍​⁠ be called one.”‌

Faiger‌ snorted. In war,​‍ knights would tear‍‍ at each other‍‍ like dogs. To‍ him, the code⁠ of chivalry was‌​‍ nothing more than​ a fancy wrapper​‌ for those who‍‌‍ survived such brutality.‍

“Fine,‍‍⁠ lets see if​​​ your fists are​‌ as strong as‍​‍ your mouth. Ill⁠ take you on‌⁠⁠ myself. Dont get​​ too comfortable. By​‍ saying I’ll fight⁠‌ you alone, I mean I’ll kill‌‍‍ you.”

Rian​‌ raised his fists​‌ in a fighting‍ stance. Faiger, on⁠​ the other hand,‌ casually strolled up.⁠

“I’ll‌ let you hit⁠ me first. Go‍‌‍ ahead.”

Faiger‍​ gestured with his‍⁠ fingers, prompting Rian​‍ to throw a punch. In that​ instant, Faiger dodged‌​‍ the attack and‍‍ struck Rian’s abdomen.​​⁠

“Ugh!”‍

Rian’s⁠‌ eyes widened with⁠ the pain of‌​⁠ feeling his belly⁠ being ripped apart.‌​ It felt like​‌ a heavy boulder‍‍​ had been slammed⁠‍​ into his stomach.⁠​ Was this the​ power of a fist enhanced by​‌ Schema?

“Idiot.​‌‌ Why would I let you hit⁠ me?”

Faiger,‍⁠ while mocking Rian,‌ was surprised that⁠‌ he hadn’t ended‍‌‍ it with one⁠ blow. He had‌‍⁠ been too complacent.⁠‌ With this realization,‍‍​ he threw a series of rapid⁠‍ punches with all⁠ his might.

Rian⁠⁠ was in dire‍ straits. This bare-handed‌‍ duel was deadly,⁠ with Schema itself​​ being a lethal‌ weapon. It felt‍​ like being battered​​‍ by a soldier⁠‌‍ in heavy armor.‍‌‍

As‍ Faiger’s fist buried​⁠ into Rian’s abdomen,‍⁠ his legs lifted‌⁠ off the ground.‍‌

When⁠​⁠ he landed again,⁠‍‌ even Rian, with​​⁠ his tough resilience,‌ couldn’t stay upright.​ His body crumpled​ to the ground,‍‍‍ starting from his‍‍ knees.

‘That’s​‌ more like it…’‍‍

Faiger‌ sneered at Rian.‌⁠​ Suddenly, Rian sprang‌‌‍ up like an⁠​‍ arrow, closing the⁠⁠ distance between them.⁠⁠

‘What?⁠ He’s still fighting?’⁠​⁠

Faiger⁠‌⁠ was taken aback.‌ Rian hadn’t mastered‌⁠ Schema, and the‌​ punch had definitely‍​ landed properly. Without​​​ Schema’s protection, he‌⁠ should have been​ knocked out.

Rian‍⁠ focused his attacks​​ on Faiger’s abdomen.‌ Aiming for the​⁠ face would be⁠‍ easily evaded, but‍‌‌ attacking from below‍‌‌ while blocking the⁠ view with his‌⁠​ wider back made‌ it hard for‌​ even Faiger to‍ counterattack quickly.

The⁠ tactic was effective,⁠‍​ and Faiger found‍‍ himself retreating under​ the onslaught. Each⁠​ punch to his‍⁠ abdomen sent sharp‍ pains through his‍⁠‌ body.

‘What’s​ with this guy?’‍⁠

To​⁠⁠ Faiger, there was​​⁠ no victory to‍⁠‍ celebrate. Just being⁠⁠​ engaged in a brawl with someone⁠​ who couldn’t even‍‍ use Schema was​‍⁠ shameful.

“You⁠​​ damn bastard!”

Losing⁠ control, Faiger grabbed‍‌ Rian’s shoulders, pushed‌⁠ him away, and⁠⁠ then began to​ pummel him wildly.⁠⁠ The dull thuds⁠‌ of his blows‍​ echoed across the‍‌ yard. The trainees​ watched the one-sided​ beating with pale​⁠ faces.

When​⁠ Faiger came to​​ his senses, Rian‌ lay crumpled on‌ the ground like‌ a rag doll,​⁠ still conscious. Seeing⁠⁠ Rian’s fingers twitch,‌ Faiger’s eyes blazed​ with anger.

“Argh!‍ Annoying!”

Faiger’s‍‌‌ kicks bombarded Rian.​‍ It was only‍⁠ then that the⁠​​ first group trainees‍ realized the seriousness​​⁠ of the situation‍ and rushed over.⁠

“Stop‌‍ it! He might⁠​⁠ actually die at​​ this rate!”

“Let​​ go! I’m going⁠‌ to kill him!⁠‌‌ Die, you bastard!”​‌

Rian’s‍‍‍ responses gradually slowed,‍ and then his‌​ movements ceased. Faiger‌⁠‍ looked around. The‌‌ fear visible on⁠ the faces of⁠ the trainees seemed‌​ to satisfy him​ somewhat.

“Listen‍​ well! This is​⁠ what happens if‍ you mess with​ me! Get some​‌ rope!”

Rian⁠​ was stripped to‍ his underwear and‍‍‍ tied up with‌ ropes. His muscular‍ body bore bruises⁠⁠​ and wounds. Faiger,‍‌ thinking it necessary‌​​ to make an‍​ example, hung Rian​⁠⁠ on a tall⁠‍​ tree.

Blood‍​ dripped down Rian’s⁠​ face, curled up​⁠ like a shrimp.‍

“Hahaha!⁠ Looks like a worm on a fishing hook, right?⁠ That’s what you‍⁠ get for overstepping​​ your bounds.”

“Ha,​‌ he must feel‌ so embarrassed. Acting​ all high and‌ mighty and then⁠ getting caught like‍‌‍ this.”

Jeers​‌​ rained from all‍‌ around as if​‍ they had won​ a war.

Tess‌ frowned. It was‌​ disgraceful to inflict⁠‍⁠ such humiliation on‍‍ someone, no matter‌‌ how weak they‌⁠‌ were.

And​ there were girls‍ of the same⁠​ age present. What‌‍ could Rian be‌⁠ thinking right now?‍ How hurt must​‍ his heart be?​⁠​

“Uh…”​‌

Rian⁠‌‍ regained consciousness. He‍‌‍ hadn’t lost it‌ entirely, but he​‍‍ was far from‌‍ okay. The numerous‍ trainees around him​‍⁠ were giggling, watching‌‍ him like a monkey in a zoo.

Tess‌⁠ locked eyes with⁠ Rian. She tried⁠⁠ to keep a neutral expression, as⁠⁠‍ any sympathy could‌⁠ hurt him more.⁠ But, breaking expectations,‍ Rian smiled and‌⁠‌ winked at her.​‍‌

“Ah,‍‌​ I’m sorry about⁠‍​ this. Especially in​‌⁠ front of the‍⁠‍ ladies.”

Tess⁠​ maintained her indifferent‍ expression, but something‍ stirred inside her.⁠​​

“Hahaha!‌ What’s he saying‌‌ now? Even in‍⁠ this situation, he’s​ still bluffing. Is​ he just a fool, after all?”​

“Hey,‍ be honest. Getting⁠ beaten up like​‍‍ that, do you‍ think acting tough‍‌ makes you look‌⁠ good? Youre just‍ ridiculous right now.”‍⁠

“Aren’t‌ you embarrassed? In⁠‍ front of the‍⁠​ girls in that​ state. Better bite‍ your tongue and‌‌ die.”

Rian⁠ looked down at‌‌⁠ the trainees. Despite‍ their numerous taunts,‍ his gaze remained‍‍‍ calm.

“It’s⁠ okay. Even if‌‍ it’s embarrassing.”

“Haha!​⁠ Sure, someone like‍ you would live⁠​ with that shame⁠‍‍ all their life.‍‍⁠ Or maybe youre‌ a masochist? Are‌⁠ you actually enjoying⁠‌ this?”

Rian⁠​ calmly replied.

“I’ll⁠ forget it soon⁠⁠ enough.”

Silence‌ fell. An unexplainable,‌⁠ uneasy aura took‌‍​ over.

“I⁠ fought my best,‍⁠ so I’m not‌‌⁠ ashamed. Time will‌‌ pass, and maybe⁠‌​ days like today​⁠‍ will fade into⁠‍‌ obscurity. But you‍​​ know… can you⁠⁠​ really forget?”

No​⁠‌ one answered. Their‍‌ hearts were pounding‌‍ rapidly.

“You,‍⁠ who didn’t fight⁠‌​ and just curled​‌ up, will likely​ carry this memory‍ for life. And‍‍ you’ll regret it.⁠ If only I had fought back​‌‌ then, if only​ I had stood‌‌ up. But you⁠‌ know, right? You⁠ can’t turn back​‍​ time.”

The‍‌⁠ trainees’ faces quivered.⁠‌‌ This was a fear different from‍‌ the terror of‍‌ Faiger’s violence.

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