It's Not That I Like Using a Blunt Weapon!

"--What's all this noise?"

There were more than forty men who appeared, but they were musculoskeletal and did not feel faded.

"Ri, president....."

Bazelle Saltlak, President of the Adventurers School. Classmates wandering about the appearance of powerful men unknown to the city. I don't know where it came from, so I think I'm worried about how to make an excuse.

"Are you strong enough to make a fool of others? In adventure, one heart leads to death."

"I'm sorry! After that, be careful!

The classmates lowered their heads at once. Some of them have been staring at me because of you.

Normally it would shrink, but I was completely up because the president protected me.

After all, when it comes to Bazel Saltrak, I am [the gladiator]. [Princess of the Sword] One of the most powerful adventurers who can fight Rainey equally. The legend of martial arts is infinite, and it is enough to say that it is a living legend.

"Listen. You are in this school to be absolutely strong, able to survive any difficulties you may face. Never to look down on the weak!

I can't believe such a lovely person cares about me. It feels like a dragon is on your side.

"Um... thank you!

I rushed to the principal and thanked him. You will continue to be slapped in the pussy, but you may be less exposed to foolishness.

There is no one in this school who defies Bazel Saltrak, no, there is no one in this adventurer city, Tiaret!

"Hmm, I can't thank you enough."

The principal glanced at my face and said coldly.

"You're out of school. Get out of this school right now."

"... to...?

Too abrupt an announcement to understand for a while.

"Ahh, he's done..."

"The president's decision is absolutely impossible in this city."

"Well, of course. It's Donketshanna. It's a miracle I've been in school before."

* Giggle * and his classmates whisper in a voice that the president can't hear.

"Well, why are you dropping out?

I panicked to the chairman of the board to turn my heel and leave the courtyard.

"I didn't do anything wrong! And yet why!

The president has never been "fit for the school" and has expelled many students. But I heard that it was a good reason to skip class or not listen to the teacher.

And why me?

I'm in class. I'm also trying. I've never skipped or slept.

The president kicks me out of my stomach. It hurts, it hurts. It's painful and I can't breathe, and, uhh, I'm kneeling.

"Don't you know why? Looks like you're not just a swordsmanship, but a miso brain."

Looking back, the president's gaze was as calm as a snake.

"To preserve the school tradition. No one has failed the Adventurer exam since the school was founded. Do you know why? Because I've eliminated fleas like you."

I was surprised... Anyone can be an adventurer by entering the Adventurer School. Saltlak Adventurers School, a prestigious 100 percent pass rate.

I knew a great way to teach had been established, and I thought that if I could just follow a lesson with a donkey like me, my dream would come true...

The president grabs my forehead and says looking down.

"Above all, the weak corrupt the school. With fleas like you, other insects are delusional and lazy as if they were strong. This is an unprecedented scam. Just because you're weak doesn't mean you can pull someone else's feet."

"Wow, that's terrible! I'm working hard too....."

It has nothing to do with that. Isn't it up to you how hard you can work?

In poke practice, three times as many other students have done it. But why should we sacrifice that effort for those who cannot work hard?

"You don't know anything. You've never seen how hard I've worked...."

"Good luck? That's an excuse for nothing. It's mostly a mistake to dream that talentless fleas can become adventurers."

The president laughs with a puff and a nose when he takes his hand off my hair. No matter how foolish I was with the sword, I didn't get angry if I cried. But I got angry with this.

I felt like I had been told that all my two years of hard work had been in vain. The president's denial seemed to have been denied by Rainey, one of his people, and he wanted to endure it.

"It's too much to say how many presidents you are. Please undo!

When I realized, I was throwing the gloves I was wearing at the chairman.

"What are you doing?"

"There's only one meaning to gloves!

That was what everyone knew when applying for a duel.

"You don't think fleas are going to fight me?... [Gladiator King] has been licked a lot."

The president's thick eyebrows hang loosely.

"Ooioioioioioioioi"

He's gonna die.

I know it's reckless without my classmates telling me.

This duel is like a newborn horse pulling his legs after a flying Pegasus. But you have to do it.

This is the only way for me to stay in school, to be an adventurer I admire, to go on an adventure with Rainey the Sword Princess - that's all!

"I'm weak, so it's no good. Then the strong won't complain!

"... sure. But if you think I can pull out the sword, it's also very reminiscent - Cecil."

Ha.

Called out to come forward was a girl who was right behind the president.

My name is Cecil Saltrak, and I'm the president of the school as the president's daughter.

Blue hair stretched to the waist, cut eyes, tall nose, smooth length. Silver breasts and nails are custom made to keep your body moving. There is no dirt on the white cloak.

Rigorous and cool like Rainey. Where a good weapon is a slender sword, it is reminiscent of a longing person.

"Fight this Cecil. If my daughter had a sword on her... no, if she hadn't, I would have let her stay in school."