The Academy’s Weapon Replicator-Chapter 356 (2) - The Academys Weapon Replicator

At that, Revet's jaw dropped.

“Wh, wh, what?!”

The second of the two things Revet hates most in the world.

Me being next to Elodie.

“You, you dare, with what qualifications...!”

“...It's my decision whether I go to the dormitory or not.”

“Ugh...!”

Revet groaned as if he'd been struck in a weak spot.

I think I'm just stating the obvious.

“How about it? I will go to the dormitory, and if I can't stop Elodie from going to the dormitory, it will be the worst situation imaginable for Revet.”

It's a bit annoying to call Elodie and me being together the "worst situation imaginable" with my own mouth.

My strategy seems to have worked perfectly on Revet.

“Y, you cowardly...!”

Seeing him trembling with fury in his eyes, I feel like I've become a real villain.

Revet's body trembled, then he seemed to calm down, slowly sinking.

“Alright. I'll teach you the polearm.”

Revet said, looking at me with eyes filled with nothing but murderous intent.

I'm not sure if things went according to my plan or completely the opposite.

“Even if you die while learning, it'll just be an unfortunate accident.”

It seems closer to the latter.

“W, wait, brother. Are you really going to teach him?”

“Of course. This guy asked for it. Even resorting to threats that go beyond human decency.”

...Was that really that bad?

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“But brother, have you ever taught anyone?”

“No. But this guy came to me on his own. I have to do my duty.”

Revet's eyes gleamed as he looked at me.

“You seem to be getting arrogant after making a name for yourself in the war, but it won't go as you think.”

“...Yes.”

I answered while thinking.

It'll definitely go as I think.

* * *

Thwack!

Thud, thud, thud.

“...”

“...”

I dusted myself off and stood up.

“Well, let's continue.”

“Why are you talking as if you expected this?”

As I expected.

I was getting thoroughly beaten by Revet.

“You, you've never even held a polearm before.”

“That's why I came to learn.”

I stood, still awkwardly holding the polearm.

There are many types of polearms, like glaives and halberds.

The reason there are so many types of polearms is that, from the beginning, this weapon was designed to deal with various situations and enemies.

Although there are many types, the important thing is that they have a metal part at the end of a long pole designed to subdue enemies.

So, a glaive is both a spear and a single-edged sword, and a halberd is both a spear and an axe.

Revet can handle all types of polearms. That's because Revet himself is also a polearm maker.

To subdue enemies and eliminate the possibility of counterattacks, he constantly practices with polearms and designs the length and weight of each type of polearm to create weapons. ℝåɴȏʙÊⱾ

He's Elodie's brother after all. His talent doesn't disappear.

“Come to think of it, you said you need to learn ‘weapons,’ plural. Does that mean you're learning something besides what you're learning from me?”

“Yes, I am.”

Revet closed his mouth at that.

I looked at him and said,

“You look like you're about to call me reckless. Trying to learn multiple weapons at the same time when it's not enough to focus on just one, like a fool.”

“It is reckless.”

Revet nodded as if it were obvious.

“But it's not foolish.”

“...Is that so?”

“Weapons are meant to defeat enemies. Anything is fine as long as it can defeat them. That spirit is embodied in the polearm.”

Revet looked at the glaive, the polearm he was holding.

“What you're doing will also have meaning.”

“... ”

I was surprised by Revet's words.

I was surprised that Revet would say such a thing, but there was something else that impressed me.

‘Similar.’

I understand what Revet meant by those words he said without much thought.

It was the same thing Monty had told me just a while ago.

Monty had said to me, who was trying to learn many weapons at once,

“Humans and weapons are the same. Those who have mastered one weapon to the extreme are undoubtedly strong. But were they like that from the beginning? In this world where war and the chaos of monsters continue, clinging to only one weapon and rejecting others is something only those with excessive leisure can do. Those who have fought monsters and experienced war cannot afford to say such complacent things. It's common for your weapon to not work, break, or fall from your hand. If that happens, will you give up your life right then and there?”

Of course not.

It was something that didn't need an answer.

As if reading my expression, Monty nodded and said,

“You have to swing even a dagger hidden in your pocket, throw a stone if that doesn't work, and even throw dirt in the enemy's eyes if that's not possible. You have to bet your life on that sliver of possibility to even have a chance to escape. Then something truly amazing happens. What do you think it is?”

“...I don't know.”

“Your skills improve.”

“...!”

“Even though it was a stone, sand, or dirt that saved your life, strangely, your weapon proficiency increases. That's the power of a survivor. They lose the weapon they cherished, acquire a new one, and wipe its body with trembling hands, even though it's new and doesn't need it. And they think endlessly. About what to do, how to become stronger, gritting their teeth, with tears streaming down their faces from fear and shame.”

Thud, Monty planted the giant axe he was holding on the ground and said,

“The hands of the strong are stained with dirt. That's why they endlessly polish their weapons.”