CH 11

The old man who told me to prove my skills took me to a clearing behind the smithy where whether the durability of the armor or the sharpness of the sword was tested. The swords and armor with many scars were rolling on the ground.

“Old man why everything is so unorganized here?”

It wasn’t that I was making fun of him or his place, but I asked that without thinking at the sight of such a place.

“Shut up. Even if it looks like this, I always remembered their location and puts them in the right places.”

People who don’t usually organize themselves make excuses like this, and he is probably the same kind of person.

Well, I also didn’t come here to stay or say this anyway, So I asked that old man while pointing to a suitable armor nearby.

“Then do I have to cut that?”

“No, it’s not like that kind of trial where you have to cut that armor.”

Saying this, the old man pointed to a large wooden box about a meter high and continued.

"You don't have to cut this wooden box, what you need to cut is something inside it."

“What is in it?”

On my question, that old man took a pause and said.

“…This is the armor commissioned by a swordsman who became your senior now.”

Speaking of seniors, is it the armor that the 2nd or 3rd-year students commissioned?

The old man grabbed a crowbar that had been laid out haphazardly and with that pulled out the nail that had been lodged in the box.

“It’s a masterpiece, although I can make it better than this with some other materials, but it is a very powerful one.”

“Then would it be okay for me to split such a masterpiece in two?”

“Huh… Hahahahahaha...”

The old man laughed so hard and added cold words that I wouldn’t be able to leave a single scratch.

When the old man fully opened the box, what appeared was a piece of armor as white as snow.

While I was wondering if any of the senior characters wore armor like this in the novel, the old man took out the armor and put it on the wooden lid.

The armor had a colorful design reminiscent of a rose.

“The name of the armor is White Rose, and it is the best armor that can be made using a lot of white iron, which is only mined in a very small amount in the north.”

“White iron?!”

It was a name I had heard several times in novels, so I could immediately recognize the greatness of that armor.

White iron, a rare metal mined only in the north, was one of the rarest metals, having more value than gold at the same weight.

In terms of simple strength, it was not that there were no metals comparable to white iron. However, even though the hardness was similar, no other metal could match it due to its special properties of it.

White iron becomes harder in response to speculation and magical powers and from the wearer or those close to it.

In other words, even if the wearer does not directly strengthen the armor or the user himself, it becomes stronger by itself in response to an attack or magic-containing speculation.

Although there was a limit to the strength that could be raised. But in short, it was the metal that gets stronger with the strong attacks.

“Is it really okay if I cut it?”

“Hahaha. Do whatever you want. So what are you going to do? If you knew about White iron, you would know how powerful it is.”

“Yes, I know very well.”

White iron's strengths and weaknesses.

“Old man, please don’t tell me to pay you back after I cut off that armor.”

“It wouldn’t happen, but even if it were, I wouldn’t say such narrow-minded things.”

Having said this, the old man placed his helmet of armor on a piece of metal that bore several marks of being struck by a sword.

“Cut down this helmet. Then I’ll make you a reverse-edged sword or whatever you want. And in return, if you can’t cut this helmet, promise me that you will not hold the sword again.”

Even at the heinous price of not holding the sword, and never using the baldo again, there was no turmoil in my heart.

“…So I have to just cut the helmet?”

“You can’t even cut this helmet, so are if worried about cutting armor too? there is no need, but before that, do you really think you will be able to cut through the helmet and even the armor?”

“To be honest, even if it’s impossible to cut both, I can do it…”

Perhaps those words stimulated the old man’s sense of victory, and the old man removed the helmet, put the armor on, and put the helmet on it again.

“… If you are so confident, do it as far as you can. But if you fail… Remember what you have to do?”

“Yes, I know very well.”

The first thing I did right after I said that was to take more than ten steps from the armor.

White iron becomes stronger in response to the opponent’s speculation.

But it was difficult for it to become stronger under the influence of speculation it could not control.

‘There are two main strategies to destroy White iron.’

The first is to destroy it at once with speculation or magic that is greater than its maximum strength of it.

And the second is what I will do from now on…

“ha…”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and remembered the old man’s words that I will not take the sword again.

I didn’t make a magical contract, so there’s no reason to keep that words, but if I fail, I’m going to keep that promise. Otherwise, I will not be able to be proud of myself and above all, my Baldo.

When I opened my eyes again, White Roser, which looked several times harder than the white walls of the academy, stood in front of me.

Without taking my eyes off the White Roser, I silently put my hand on the hilt.

“Huu... Haaaa…!”

As I inhaled and exhaled, I slowly strengthened my body, as if breathing speculation into the blood running through my body.

My body heats up little by little, and a sensation I have never experienced before spreads throughout my body.

Before I knew it with my head, my instincts and my body realized that I am now in the strongest state of my body since I was born.

But this was not enough.

If it had been possible to cut it with simple force, White iron would not have been able to achieve the fame it has today.

Even if it was my body that uses the Baldo technique, it was not me itself that directly bumps into the white rose.

So I instilled the fighting spirit with all my might in my sword, so I also strengthened the sword with my fighting spirit so that it can withstand the moment of Baldo.

The scabbard, which was about to explode at any moment due to the overflowing speculation, began to shake violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

I was honestly anxious.

This swordsmanship is used on the premise of destroying the sword and sheath, so I have only used it once.

I’ve only used it once, but its destructive power is superior to any other of my Baldo technique, so I chose this one now.

If it fails, there is nothing next.

When I was judging the time with the heart to bet everything on this one step.

– Swass!

An ominous sound came from the wooden scabbard, and I knew now was the right time, just like when I first developed this swordsmanship.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!”

I pulled out my sword with a loud shout, but my spirit was soon buried in the roar of the scabbard and disappeared.

My sword shines with a roar that can only be compared to thunder or a large bomb.

The fastest and most powerful shot fired by exploding the speculation compressed to the limit as if exploding from the scabbard ripped the wall of air lightly and generated a massive shock wave.

The sword’s trajectory was almost out of alignment due to the recoil that was ahead of my expectations, but fortunately, at the last moment, I corrected the trajectory and my sword went straight to the helmet of the White Rose.

– Bang!!

The helmet collided with the sword and collapsed in vain with the sound of iron collapsing.

After defeating the helmet, my sword went straight to the breastplate, which was the body of the white rose underneath.

Once again, my sword and the white Rose collide.

By analogy, a wretched roar resounds in the clearing, as if torn iron begging for help.

My sword and the white rose were fighting against each other with huge sparks, but the fierce battle ended with a sudden explosion that was heard the next moment.

“Ugh!!”

My sword, which was struck at the white rose, exploded with a vibration enough to unintentionally place the hilt.

This was a phenomenon that could be seen when a weapon was injected with more speculation than the weapon can withstand, and this was the second time I have seen it in person.

After a while, as the black smoke from the sword’s explosion was blown away by the wind, I smiled at the white rose that followed.

Although my sword did not cut through all of the white roses, it cut through many parts from the chest to the stomach, and crushed it with the impact of the explosion, creating a truly horrific mourning.

The white rose was dyed black because of the soot that was created when the sword exploded.

‘Successful.’

The second method of cutting off an armor or shield made of white iron.

It was to cut down the white iron as quickly as possible before it reacts to speculation or magic.

[Baldo Skill: Explosive Sword] [Rank: B+]

[Technique that infuses the sword in a lead sword state, then blows the sword out of the scabbard, slashes the enemy with the recoil, and explodes the sword.

If you use it in the state of firing in advance, you can use the recoil more effectively without breaking the sword and, above all, without being swayed by the recoil during the eruption. In addition… .]

Not. that’s bullshit

The same strength as it was a while ago came out because it was liberated after compressing speculation as much as possible in the lead sword state.

[Also, even if you compare the power of the eruption after firing and the eruption of speculation in the state of lead, the difference is insignificant, so it is meaningless.

Rather, it is inefficient because the sword is damaged due to friction and impact generated during firing, and the sword explodes faster than ejected after firing.]

“…”

'Shut up you idiot.'