I Became a Genius at Gigant Academy

“It’s big.”

Iolin looked up at the building, eyes twinkling.

It was a bright expression that is not easily seen in the academy.

Abel nodded and replied.

“Even if it’s the lowest grade among the arenas, it’s because there are only three official arenas in the system.”

“I see.”

“Would you like to take a look inside?”

“Inside too? Are you watching the game?”

“no. Games are every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Then you can’t go inside?”

“Of course there is a way.”

In principle, you can’t go inside except on match days, but even knowing that, I came here because there was a way.

“Follow me.”

Abel took the violin and walked to the front of the arena.

As I approached, there was a man standing guarding the front gate of the arena.

Bulky size. ugly impression.

He was a man whose appearance was difficult to get close to.

But Abel approached the man without hesitation and spoke to him.

“hello! long time no see!”

Iolin looked back and forth between the man and Abel, wondering what the situation was.

The man also looked at Abel and Eolin alternately before opening his mouth.

“… … Didn’t you quit your job? I heard you entered the academy.”

“Oh, I’m not here to run an errand today.”

“then?”

“My friend said he wanted to see the inside of the stadium.”

The man frowned even more at those words and looked at Abel.

“Are you talking about watching?”

“yes.”

“Here?”

“sure.”

The man was silent for a moment, then sighed and replied.

“Whoa. It’s only this one time. Taking a friend to watch.”

“hahahaha. all right.”

“wait. I’ll call someone soon.”

After saying that, the man opened the door and said something to the communication artifact.

Not long after, someone came running from inside.

“oh! Is it Abel!”

The person who came running was a muscular man, just like the man standing at the front door.

Abel greeted me with a welcome expression.

“yes. Uncle Doyle. long time no see.”

“I told you to call me brother!”

The man called Doyle grinned and tousled Abel’s hair. Then he turned his head slightly to the side and said.

“And, are you friends here?”

“Ah yes.”

“It’s called the violin.”

Iolin calmly bowed her head and said hello.

Doyle looked back and forth between Iolin and Abel, then grinned again.

“Good times. You said you wanted to see the inside, right? Follow me! Kyle, I’ll take you there!”

“okay.”

The man guarding the front door stepped aside, allowing Abel and Iolin to enter.

Upon entering through the door, a magnificent hall came into view.

It wasn’t flashy, but the interior gave a strong impression overall.

“This is the main hall. If you go this way, it’s a stadium. and… … .”

Abel already knew the truth, so he listened to Doyle’s words with one ear and let it out with the other, and was lost in thought.

Vulcanus Arena is operated by Vulcanus Workshop.

To be precise, the Vulcan Workshop itself belongs to the Vulcan Merchant Merchant, and there are workshops and arenas under it.

‘Almost feels like the boss of the pants, though.’

Abel also frequented this place to run errands.

But I’ve never played a game here.

After years of fighting in underground arenas, the reason he had never fought here was simple.

‘The qualifications were quite demanding.’

This is because, unlike an underground arena with no foundation, this is an official facility that has been ‘certified’.

Of course, you have to have a certain level of relevant experience to be able to play as a player.

Of course, this did not apply to Abel, who had been wandering the streets and had no experience.

“now. Now let’s go inside the arena.”

In the meantime, Doyle had finished his lengthy explanation and headed inside with Abel and Iolin.

After moving along the familiar road, a large door appeared.

Doyle immediately opened the door, and soon the inside of the stadium was revealed.

“how is it?”

Doyle looked at the violin with expectant eyes.

Iolin looked at the stadium and trembled at Doyle’s eyes.

“It looks well made.”

“yes? The area is inferior to other places, but the design is much better than others. Safety is much better.”

Doyle was excited to see if even the brief words made him feel better, so he even talked about things he hadn’t asked.

“In addition to the game itself, we are much better, huh? It’s a level that can’t be compared to other places.”

Still, there was nothing wrong with Doyle’s words.

The arena is the lowest grade, but that didn’t mean that the level of this place was inferior.

After talking excitedly for a while, Doyle suddenly looked back at Abel as if he had remembered something.

“Come to think of it, did you know that the event tournament will be held in the last week of this month?”

“An event tournament?”

“okay. I’ve asked you several times before.”

“ah… … . It was.”

Abel nodded.

At that time, Iolin asked in a curious voice.

“What is an event tournament?”

“Oh, you don’t know this guy here.”

Doyle opened his mouth with a happy expression, probably because he had something to explain.

“As the name suggests, an event tournament is a game that is separate from regular matches. You can participate even if you are not a rider belonging to the arena.”

“Even if you don’t belong to the arena?”

“okay. It is only necessary that the status is clear and there is no reason for disqualification. Abel begged me to participate several times.”

“Hmm. That’s the story of when.”

“Whenever. At most, that was three or four years ago.”

Doyle’s unnecessarily good memory kept Abel silent.

But Doyle’s mouth didn’t stop.

“So, how would you like to participate this time?”

“Can cadets participate?”

It was Eolin, not Abel, who asked the question.

Doyle nodded his head cheerfully.

“of course. didn’t you say Your identity is clear, and there is no reason for disqualification.”

“But the cadet… … .”

“Of course, the academy also allowed it.”

“Is that true?”

“of course.”

Doyle fluently continued his explanation.

“Event tournaments are usually held in one weekend. So it won’t interfere with your studies.”

“ah… … .”

“In addition, the participating cadets can get the same experience as in real combat.”

“It certainly is. It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“I have to hear it first. Are you a first-year cadet?”

“Ah yes.”

Doyle nodded at Eolin’s answer.

“Usually freshman cadets don’t compete well. Of course, the academy didn’t announce it either.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not good at it. Even if you are an academy cadet, if you are a first year student, the learning period is less than a year, right?”

“Ahh… … .”

Iolyn nodded as if she understood.

Abel thought as he listened to their conversation.

‘Originally, I was thinking of taking on the challenge in the second year.’

event tournament.

This match, otherwise called an irregular tournament, was a pretty exciting event.

It is an activity that is actively recommended by the academy, so you can get additional ‘scores’ when you get good grades.

In addition, prize money and winning prizes are given up to 3rd place.

Abel asked Doyle while organizing his thoughts.

“What is the prize for this tournament?”

“Kuh. Are you already greedy for products? Well, there must be a motive in the first place to be motivated. Let’s see, this product… … .”

Doyle pondered for a while before explaining the product.

Abel did not show much reaction until he heard the first and second prizes.

It was a pretty good thing, but it wasn’t very appetizing.

‘Anyway, it’s impossible to aim for first place with all my strength.’

Abel was well aware of reality.

Even though he was at the top of the first year cadets, he was still far short of the entire rider pool.

In fact, cadets from the second year and above often participated in this tournament.

“And the third prize… … . Oh, I remembered!”

But when Doyle talked about the third prize.

Abel asked in surprise.

“Helena’s tears are third-class products?”

Helena’s Tears.

It was a key ingredient needed to strengthen ‘lupus’.

* * *

“Thank you for helping me today.”

“What are you thankful for?”

Abel waved his hand at Eolin’s thanks.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been looking around here and there, so it was refreshing and fun.”

“Then I’m glad.”

Iolin nodded slightly at Abel’s answer. Then he got into the carriage.

“Then I’ll go in first.”

“okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“huh.”

The goodbye was over with that.

Abel watched the carriage leave.

He still had work to do, so he decided to return separately.

Of course, it was a fun hell training with Carlton.

Eolin said it was okay, but I sent it first because I couldn’t make her wait for hours.

“Ugh. How much will I roll today?”

Abel shuddered and murmured.

Of course, there was no such thing as skipping training, just talking about it.

He stopped groaning and walked into the inn.

“Oh, come!”

As he entered, Abel was greeted by a familiar voice.

When I turned my head, I saw Carlton sitting in a seat to one side.

Abel bowed politely.

“yes. how are you.”

“Yes, yes. I was worried that you might run away and not come.”

“It can’t be. I am very satisfied with the training. I’ve been waiting for it every day.”

Abel didn’t change his complexion and walked over to Carlton, lying.

Carlton looked at Abel and said with a grin.

“Then shall we begin right away? Well, there is no such thing as having to go early, right?”

“yes. doesn’t exist.”

Carlton immediately got up from his seat and moved on.

Abel followed him to the inn’s backyard.

“As I said at the beginning, I will focus on learning the basics for the first month.”

“So you’re saying you can swing your sword today?”

“okay. I understand you well.”

Carlton grinned and nodded.

“Okay, then take this.”

“yes.”

Abel accepted the sword without complaint and took a stance.

“Come on!”

Then, using Carlton’s cry as a signal, he began to swing his sword.

Whoo-!

As the sword cut through the air, a dull wind rang out.

The heavy feeling made his muscles tense, but Abel focused only on swinging his sword while controlling his breathing.

Carlton silently watched them from the side and only occasionally said a word when his posture was disturbed.

over several hours.

“Okay, ten more minutes!”

It was around the time that Abel looked like he had bathed in sweat when Carlton shouted.

Abel swung his sword without stopping even as his arms trembled. And finally, after 10 minutes.

“stop!”

The hellish training was finally over.

Instead of sinking to the ground, Abel leaned on his training sword.

“Whoop, whoop.”

“As usual, but today you work even harder.”

“Hoo-wook, yes. It has to happen.”

Carlton asked Abel’s answer while handing him a dry cloth.

“Is that so?”

“yes.”

Abel answered while wiping his sweat with the cloth handed to him.

“I’m going to a tournament in the arena.”