A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - School Life! (3)

Pram Schneizer was lightly stretching his body in the gymnasium . He gave the
impression of being very young, his face gave off a slender look . His rather
feminine eyebrows and long eyelashes only accented his beauty .
“What is that adorable little thing?!” Romantica exclaimed .
Desir agreed with her, “Pram sure has a cute side to him . ”
Romantica violently shook her head left and right . “A cute side? That's wrong!
It's not a side, he's adorableness incarnate! How come I didn't know there was a
kid like that here?” Romantica spouted nonsense . “He’s so cute! Super cute! I
want one . Where can I get myself one? I’ll use my entire fortune if I have to!”
Her attitude resembled that of a spoiled brat who had caught a glimpse of
something she desperately wanted . Desir shook his head in disappointment .
In a spar, lethal weapons weren't allowed . Instead, the sparring hall would
provide dozens of various wooden weapons ranging from rapiers, broadswords,
claymores and others . Anybody wanting to spar was obliged to choose from
those provided weapons upon entering the sparring stage .
There existed six sparring stages . Pram was assigned to the fourth stage . Before
he entered the stage, he stopped right in front of the collection of wooden
weapons . Going from left to right, the size and weight of the weapons
increased . Pram hesitated for a moment before reaching out to his right . He
grabbed the weapon and held it up . It was a wide bladed greatsword .
Desir’s eyes narrowed . “A greatsword . . . ?” Desir spoke anxiously .
Romantica clapped and leaned forward . “The best swordsman of Beta Class . I’m
looking forward to this . ”

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Pram’s opponent was a knight from the Alpha Class .
Percival Ahsegunits .
Having learned swordsmanship from an official knight, he was a strong
opponent to say the least . He had pulled his sword out, which was attached to
his waist by a scabbard . The sword looked to be a wooden broadsword, a mix
between a longsword and a shortsword . Percival stared at Pram with a
menacing and savage look . Pram put his right hand on his chest and lowered
his head as to greet his opponent in a respectful bow .
“Beta Class . I’m Pram Schneizer . ”
“I have no need to introduce myself to some filthy Beta Class . ”
While both were fixated on each other, the referee lowered his flag announcing
the start of the battle .
“Hiyat!”
The first one to move was Pram . He charged at his opponent, keeping his




intimidating greatsword close . As he got near his opponent, he rapidly
unleashed a strong and horizontal slash upon Percival . Percival was forced to
block this attack with his sword .
As both of the wooden swords clashed, the noise brought about by such a
collision emphasized the strength of both warriors .
Percival succeeded in blocking Pram's attack yet the shock that was caused by
their clash left Percival's face briefly stiffened . Pram noticed and took full
advantage of such a brief opening . He continued to press into his opponent,
unleashing a barrage of heavy swings . Even as Percival matched each of Pram's
attacks, he desperately tried to create some distance between them to
counterattack, yet to no avail . Pram was dead set on giving him no room to

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breathe . He had succeeded in pushing Percival all the way to the edge of the
stage .
Desir observed the fight with a darkened expression . This wasn't the Pram he
had expected . Pram's strength didn't lie in his usage of the greatsword . All his
movements were simple and blunt . As a matter of fact, Pram should've been
using a rapier, a weapon which perfectly matched his style of fast and accurate
swordsmanship, not something as dull as a greatsword . At this point, Desir
wondered,
‘Why isn’t he using a rapier?’ Desir’s worries soon became reality .
The spar was straightforward . Pram swung his sword around without giving it
much thought while Percival simply blocked all his incoming attacks . Even
though it all looked simple, swinging such a large sword was draining Pram's
stamina .
Percival opportunistically leapt forward and began to furiously attack Pram . In
an instant, the flow of the battle had flipped in Percival's favor . Pram fell back
and almost collapsed, distraught by the sudden change in Percival's stance .
Percival's attacks were overwhelmingly strong and accurate, giving Pram no
room to readjust his defense . As expected, Pram's lack of expertise in
greatswords would be the end of him . After blocking multiple attacks, Pram's
stamina was completely depleted . As he brought up his greatsword to block an
incoming attack, he twisted his right wrist .
“Kuaaap!”
In a battle between swordsmen, a brief opening was of utmost importance . This
held true especially if one was being barraged by attacks . Percival gave of a
fierce roar as he leapt in, striking the side of the awkwardly held greatsword .
Pram's wrist couldn't withstand the impact and was forced to let go of the
heavy weapon . “Kuok!”
The wooden greatsword flew into the air . It spun around a few times and




landed back on the ground pathetically .

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The victor was decided .
Pram had lost .
As Pram stared down his weapon, he let out a sigh and bowed his head . “I lost . ”
Contrary to Desir’s expectations, the battle ended rather plainly . Romantica put
on an incredulous expression, “I'm pretty sure you mentioned that that kid
called Pram was a strong swordsman, didn't you? What kind of swordsman gets
tired while swinging a sword? Not even a beginner makes such a mistake . ”
“Yeah . . . ” Desir unknowingly responded .
Romantica placed a hand on her chin . The excitement in her green eyes was all
but gone .
“He's cute and all, but that has nothing to do with his combat abilities . If he
stays like that, it'll be useless to recruit him to our party . Why don't we find
another student?” Romantica’s words reflected the reality of the situation .
A party was better off without having any weak members . They would only
serve as deadweight, dragging the party down instead of lifting it up .
If Desir didn't already know Pram's future, he would've surely followed
Romantica's advice . Staring at Pram, Desir suddenly got up from his seat and
shouted toward Percival . “Enough!”
A fight between both of them had broken out . Pram was on the ground while
Percival was stood up in front of him, holding up a fist . Percival had instigated
this fight by throwing the first punch . He turned his head over to where the
noise came from and noticed Desir approaching him .
Percival chuckled . “Ha . ” His chuckle was filled with ridicule .

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He pointed his wooden sword at Pram and spoke “If you don’t want to end up
like him, you better scram . ”
Desir sighed . The world has its fair share of people who solve everything with
violence .
“Why are you doing this?”
Percival did not reply . In that moment, Pram got up from the ground . His
tattered robe was stained with dirt . He rubbed his reddened cheek and spoke,
“Damn, Alpha Class sure are something . Did it anger you that you got pushed
around by a Beta Class, even for just a moment?"
The boy was right on the mark .
He was a bit too right .
Percival's eyes lit up in anger as he swung his wooden sword .




The wooden sword rapidly flew towards Pram’s head with the full intent of
annihilating it . Pram, unable to do anything, reflexively closed his eyes .
He heard the striking sound, but when he realized he didn't feel a sliver of pain,
he slowly opened his eyes . At first, he only noticed fragments of wood scattered
in the air and drops of blood falling to the ground . Yet it only took him less
than a second to notice a broken wooden sword and Desir's arms, which had
blocked the attack directed at Pram’s head .
Desir spoke with an unexpectedly calm voice . “You were ‘really’ going to hit
him . ”
Desir’s right hand was clenched in a fist . Percival could not believe his eyes . ‘He
blocked that?’

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It was an incredibly fast strike . It was done in the heat of the moment and
purely out of anger . But having swung the weapon with all his mustered up
strength, the thought that it could have been blocked hadn't even crossed
Percival's mind . A single droplet of cold sweat ran down Percival's spine . “S-so
what?”
Desir inhaled a deep breath then proceeded to stare down Percival . Percival felt
like Desir's penetrating gaze were a dark abyss that could swallow him whole .
“The battle is over . You won . What else do you want?”
Desir’s eyes were completely devoid of any emotion . No anger, no fear, no
irritation was shown . He was just plainly staring at Percival . Without Percival
having realized it, Desir emanated an incomprehensible and strange
atmosphere that left him dumbfounded and without breath . Percival had felt
something like this before . He recalled a time when he was very young . The
knowledgeable veteran general who had taught him everything would stare at
Percival with the same eyes each time he made a mistake .
“Be thankful that a professor isn’t here right now . If a professor saw your
conduct just now-” Desir exclaimed .
“Don’t you lecture me . ” Percival snapped back .
Percival rapidly turned around and left to go somewhere else . As though he did
not want to stay in that place a second longer, Percival left Desir's sight with a
half run .

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Desir's arm had taken a serious beating . The spot where he had blocked the
wooden sword was swollen, and the area around the wound had turned black
and red with bruising . It was a silver lining that his bone hadn't been broken .
The wood splinters were removed, and his wound was carefully disinfected and
bandaged .
“Your wound hurts a lot, right?” Pram asked, concerned .

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After moving to the infirmary, Pram had begun providing first-aid to Desir . He
carefully wrapped bandages around the wound, making sure they would not
unravel . For some odd reason, the ends of the bandages were tied into a ribbon .
Desir had to hold back laughter at that fact . It truly was a meticulous
handiwork .
“I’m really sorry . ” Pram was on the verge of tears .
He blankly stared at Desir’s arm wrapped in bandages . Even now, blood was
seeping through the wrappings .
“I am truly sorry . Life is going to be a lot tougher with a wounded right arm like
yours . ”
“It’s alright . I was the one who decided to intervene . ”
“No, no . This was all my fault . If I don’t take responsibility-”
“I told you, it’s fine . ”
“Well, if you say so . . . ”
Even as he said that, Pram remained restless .
“Seriously, don’t worry about it . ” said Desir, trying to appease Pram’s worries .
“But . . . ”
Pram took a seat next to Desir and cast a downtrodden glance .
“You've made yourself an enemy in Alpha Class just to help someone you didn’t
know . ”
“I was well aware of that as soon as I decided to step in . ”

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When Desir said that, Pram raised his head . His eyes were filled with surprise
and awe . “A-anyways, thank you . I’ll never forget this . ”
“It was nothing . ”
“Ah!”
Pram suddenly realized something .
“Now that I think about it, we’ve just been calling each other ‘you’ . ”
A light hearted laughter was exchanged between the pair . Pram pointed to
himself and spoke, “I’m Pram Schneizer . ”
“Desir Arman . Nice to meet you, Mr . Schneizer . ”
“There’s no need to address me with such formality . ”
“Hmm, if that’s the case . . . Schneizer?”
Pram shook his head . “No, no . Just call me Pram . You can just speak casually
with me . ”
Desir spoke defeatedly, “Alright, Pram . Does that work?”
Pram's face lit up as soon as he heard Desir concede . He truly was happy .