Dreambreaker : The extra from 2393-Chapter 17: Weapon Selection [2]

I recently ordered a rank F dagger Skill before entering the academy, and I paid 3000 Den for it.

I was not the type to follow in the footsteps of those fictional protagonists who go on long, dangerous quests in search of legendary sword arts or skills in some jungle.

I had different plans in mind.

Anyway

Originally, I had around 5000 Den in my account, but after the purchase, I was only left with 2000 Den.

As expected, the art skill arrived this morning.

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"Which weapon should I select?" I pondered to myself. "Considering my F rank dagger skill..."My words trailed off as I contemplated, 'But a dagger may not be the best choice. Perhaps a machete would be more practical.'

It was important to note that a dagger skill could potentially be used on a butter knife or short sword, whereas a glaive skill could find application in both spears and javelins.

However, a dagger 'Art' was exclusive to only one type of weapon: the dagger.

That was the difference between Art and skill.

With this in mind, I opted to grab a machete, knowing that I could use my skill

-About 10 minutes later-

Aurora thrust the rapier in her hand and swiftly pulled it back. She swung the rapier with utmost smoothness.

'My primary advantage lies in my ability to control lightning, a unique trait passed down from my family's extensive background in magic.'

Even at a young age, I recognized that lightning is not solely a form of magic, but also a potent form of energy that can be harnessed as a weapon.

I opted to use a rapier instead of a wand, as it allows me to direct and amplify my attacks.

The only drawback is that I must be in close proximity to my target and as a mage that was the last thing you want.

Despite swinging the rapier for the past 10 minutes, I still couldn't seem to master its technique.

Aoi, on the other hand, gracefully practiced with the dummy using a glaive.

It was evident that he had experience with the weapon.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted my musings, "Do you need help with the rapier?"

I turned to see a curly-haired boy with a dark skin tone standing before me.

"Yes?"

Aurora raised an eyebrow and asked, "Shouldn't you be practicing instead of teaching me?"

The boy responded with a simpering smile, admitting, "I find delight in being able to help such a beauty as yourself."

Simps often lack intelligence when communicating with women, seeming to rely on their primal instincts.

Ignoring his flattery, Aurora replied with a smile, "What I meant is that our teacher already told us that the supervisors would be here to assist us. I don't see how your presence is necessary."

Based on his physical appearance, Aurora estimated his strength to be around G, and she didn't think a weakling like him could offer any significant help.

Before the boy could reply, Takahasi interrupted, saying, "Maybe you should just leave her alone, pal."

The scene made other students sigh in sorry as they watched.

"Got it! Bye!" he exclaimed before hurrying out of the location.

As he departed, he sensed the intense glare of the second-ranked student piercing his back like fiery daggers.

It was clear that someone was going to receive a harsh lesson that day.

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Noah lay gasping on the ground, his chest heaving after swinging his machete for straight one hour at the A-21 training grounds.

It was an enormous area, spreading out as far as four football stadiums combined.

The A21 Training ground was divided into five distinct parts, providing a comprehensive training experience for students.

The centre of the training ground housed the sparring area, where students could hone their skills by fighting each other.

The shooting range was an ideal location for those seeking to master long-ranged weapons such as bows, javelins and guns.

Noah had just come from the melee section, where fake training dummies made of a unique polyfibre carbon that was enchanted by mana could be found.

This specific section helped students refine their hand-to-hand combat abilities with appropriate weapons.

The ground also had sections for conducting combat and weapon training. It was evident that the A-21 training ground served as more than just a regular gym or exercise facility.

Apart from A-21 training ground, the academy had impressive facilities like Gymnasiums(A-22), swimming pools(A-45), gravity rooms, and personal training ground exclusively installed for first-year students.

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I lay on the ground, completely exhausted and panting, after practicing the machete non-stop for one hour.

I could feel the exhaustion in every inch of my body, and as I closed my eyes, my senses were heightened.

The cool, hard surface beneath me was a welcome respite to my burning muscles.

I could feel the weight of my body sinking into the ground. My breaths were short and labored, and the sound of my panting echoed in my ears.

As I opened my eyes, I saw the machete in my hand, still tightly gripping it.

The silver metallic floor felt cold against my hand as I relaxed my grip.

I closed my eyes again, and as I did, I could feel the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, adding to the dampness on my skin.

Despite the exhaustion, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

The non-stop practicing had pushed me to my limits, and yet, I had persevered.

As I raised my gaze, I noticed that the ceiling of the enormous training space towered at least three storeys high.

The sight was pretty insane, to be honest.

Despite this, I turned my head to the left whilst still keeping it close to the ground.

Over there, I could perceive some fellow students firing shots at dummies that were placed at a noticeable distance away.

The shooting range had a greenish grass carpet unlikes the melee section I am in.

*Budump Budump Budump*

The sound of my own heart, a constant echoed in my ears.

'The notion of transmigrating to a fantasy world seemed surreal at the beginning, but now my mind is slowly accepting the truth of it.'

As I listened intently, an array of sounds filled my senses - the clang of metal, the piercing shrieks of students honing their skills.

Even at a distance, I could discern the watchful gaze of instructors.

I slowly stood up in a sitting position, my eyes taking in view of the surrounding.

As I scanned the area, my gaze stopped on the armory section where a variety of weapons were displayed. However, my attention fixated on one particular item - a gun.

In this world guns are considered useless and for obvious reasons.

That's also the reason people of this world never ventured to invent anything related to weapons of science.

There was not even missiles in this world, let alone lasers. Naturally nobody ever invented neuclear warhead either. But..

"But what about weapons from my world?"

My gaze became fixated on the gun as I pondered this notion.

"It's true that ordinary bullets cannot kill monsters, and trying to fight them with conventional weapons would be a waste of resources. But what about ultra-vibrating bullets?"

"Lasers, Rail guns, Electro guns, Energy Guided Discs, Particle beams, chemical weapons, sound weapons, ultra-sonic missiles, plasma weapons, red bombs, magnetic disruptors, electric bombs, nuclear warheads or even anti-matter bombs?"

My mind raced with the possibilities of the sophisticated technologies that existed in my own world.

"If I were to nuke the demon king, would he survive?" I questioned, my heart racing with excitement and fear.

Looking at the machete in my hand, I felt anger building up within me.

"Why must I struggle so hard just to survive every time?" I muttered, my voice low and intense.

"Are the Demon King and Dragoth King worth sparing? What is preventing me from obliterating them with anti-matter warheads?"

The mere thought of wielding such destructive power caused my heart to pound furiously in my chest.

Fuck this anger issue again..

"I must control my anger," I realized, fully aware of my temper.

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to calm myself and regain composure. "I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment," I reminded myself, trying to maintain a clear head.