Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

As Frey smiled, looking amused, Arthur broke out in a cold sweat.

He had shouted confidently, but now, what should he do? Objectively, the odds were against him.

If they collided head-on, there was no hope.

What he had to target was the unexpected.

Frey Kent’s strategies—strategies he could never have imagined.@@novelbin@@

Until now, Arthur had primarily relied on magic as a supplement to his swordsmanship. Since those around him preferred physical combat, he had naturally followed suit.

Even when sparring with Frey Kent, he always considered magic as just a supportive element.

But this time, it would be different. He would make magic just as important as, or even more important than, the sword.

Looking back now, how arrogant he had been. If his talent was mediocre, then he had to use everything he had right away. Why waste time choosing between better and worse?

“Shall we begin, Prince?”

“I’ll make sure to put that cocky nose of yours in its place.”

“Heh. I’m looking forward to it.”

The sword wrapped in colorless aura dyed everything it touched in shades of gray.

Seeing this, Arthur stepped back a pace and inscribed something onto his sword.

The biggest issue with using both magic and swordplay was concentration.

Engaging in close combat with a master like Frey was like walking on a blade's edge.