I Became An Academy Spearman — Chapter 29. The King of Weapons (1)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Swords4Fun
**Class A training facility at the Academy**
There were several people present in the training facility as they walked in. There too, discrimination was all too obvious a role at the Grand Royal Academy.
Even the training facilities were separated by class. Discrimination was also reflected in the different sizes of the training facilities, the equipment and the quality of each of the facilities. Class A obviously had the highest quality of training materials given the gleaming, polished equipment, the smell of wax from the floor, and the overall level of cleanliness shown here. Anger rose inside, but he pushed it down – now was not the time to think what Class C’s training facility would look like.
These privileges served as a pseudo-subliminal tactic for cadets to voluntarily exert themselves.
A bitter discrimination in order to encourage aspiration.
His eyes could see it now.
He had entered the A-class training facility, which would normally be impossible for him.
“I expect cadets to visit the training camp from day one. But I didn’t expect so many. I’m the instructor in charge of the A-class training camp – Avalanche.”
A man with a strong impression and brusque way of speaking spoke to them as they entered. His name was quite familiar to Han.
“Let me first introduce myself,” the man continued. “I have a unique grade attribute of Level 8. I’m also a member of the Sixth Guard, Imperial Knights. You may watch the training camp or begin your own training. The training camp is open until nine o’clock in the evening. If you have any questions during your training, you can ask me for advice.”
The group that had come with him looked at the instructor in amazement, momentarily awestruck and forgetting their reason for coming. The most striking thing to them was that he had his attribute at Level 8.
In this world, attributes were practically a person’s worth. If one considered that the difficulty of leveling up increased exponentially as one leveled up, then objectively, one could consider Level 8 to be very high.
“Instructor Avalanche, we have come to this training camp for sparring. Perhaps you could be present as an observer?”
“Sparring?” His eyebrows rose, signifying this was an uncommon request.
“Yes. We would like an instructor to observe in order to protect both individuals and avoid unforeseen accidents.”
Her words flowed naturally. Now it was his turn – Glesia was leaving him speechless.
It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him. In the book, during the entrance exam, Glesia also had no difficulty speaking to the instructors. Posted only on NovelUtopia
She really seemed to be a good speaker – both as a character and here in person.
When she casually conversed with someone, she seemed to choose to speak ambiguously. But when everything hinged on it, she spoke better than anyone else.
He wondered if this was a different, unseen form of discrimination. It was hard to not feel a little jealous.
“That’s all right. I like to watch sparring.” Han sighed inwardly when Avalanche agreed.
I really have to do this.
He couldn’t escape his fate.
At least he knew he wouldn’t die because there would be an instructor watching, but he couldn’t help but have mixed feelings.
As an extra, he had to fight against the main character.
“So, which cadets will be doing the sparring?”
“It’s me.” He spoke softly at the instructor’s curious look, keeping his head up and maintaining a straight posture nonetheless.
“It’s me.” He turned his head towards the voice that sounded almost at the same time as his own. He made eye contact with Leonhard, who looked a little surprised. He pretended he was calm.
His first opponent was an A-class cadet.
And he was also the hero of this novel.
Han was in a grim situation.
“A Class C cadet will face a Class A cadet. If it’s a conflict between classes, I can’t allow it. Even if it’s a forced combat, he has the right to refuse.” The man turned quickly to meet his gaze, and he forced himself to not flinch. “Han Seong? Tell me what’s going on.” The instructor demanded with a cold expression. Han nodded in acknowledgment calmly and began to speak.
“It’s a normal sparring in which I participate by mutual agreement.” He was practically forced by a certain female character, but he could not do it. He would become a laughingstock of the entire Academy otherwise.
Avalanche studied him for a moment, then smiled slightly. “Looks like you’re not lying.” The instructor continued to stare at him to make sure he was telling the truth. Han stared back, willing himself to continue to act calm.
He couldn’t trust Glesia’s intentions, but he didn’t want her interest in him to disappear. Currently, he could only trust her.
It might sound corny, but here she represented hope, the only hope he had.
At the moment, he could not afford to show any weakness in front of her.
Maybe unconsciousness was the best wish for him to have right now…
They made their way to the combat arena, under the guidance of the instructor, to the other side of the vast A-class training facility.
There were four lines painted on the floor, forming a red square. The floor of the quadrangle was elevated slightly higher than the rest of the floor, but the entire flooring within the arena was formed by a hard, unidentifiable gray stone.
“Almost all the weapons the cadets want are available in this combat arena. In sparring, cadets have to use the weapons provided by the combat arena. Cadets should keep that in mind.”
From Han’s memory, this was the only commonality from A to C Class.
There were weapons suited for every attribute, and for the needs of each individual.
Weapons also had their own unique grades.
Weapons from ordinary smiths were not classified with any grade. For example, the iron spear he had used in the entrance exam.
However, within the Academy, it was different. Weapons made in the Academy’s smithy had mysterious powers because the smiths themselves had high-grade attributes.
And then the weapons had the same grades as the attributes.
From common grade to rare, unique to legendary grade.
Only special persons at the Academy were able to have unique grade weapons. He was the only Class C person that made it to Class A’s training facility – that he knew of.
As he thought more about it, an idea came to him. Han then walked to the weapons with Leonhard.
It didn’t take long for them to choose their weapons.