"As previously announced, today we will conduct a sparring match using our unique armaments."
Following Instructor Jisu Hyun's lead, we moved to the sparring arena located inside the academy.
This place is so advanced that it would not be an exaggeration to say it incorporates all the technology of this era.
According to the game's setting, this sparring arena uses magic stones to twist the space, allowing one to feel pain but not sustain injuries.
In other words, it means you won't die in here unless it's something really extreme.
"Instructor, I have a question. The number of classmates who were here yesterday seems to have decreased significantly... Was there any problem?"
Indeed, the number of people gathered in the sparring arena today was much fewer than yesterday.
If there were about 20 people yesterday... now there are only about 12?
"Those who were deemed unsuitable for our class after yesterday's incident have all been transferred to other classes. Does this answer your question?"
"...Yes, thank you."
In other words, sending us to the uninhabited island yesterday was actually a test.
It wasn't a joke.
I never thought they would transfer students to other classes...
This could only have been possible because it was Jisu Hyun.
"From today, the 'unique armaments' you will handle are, as the name suggests, armaments. They are tools needed for combat."
As she said this, she flicked her finger, and the ring on her index finger shimmered, transforming into a purple automatic pistol.
This was Jisu Hyun's 'unique armament.'
"In other words, the tools you are holding now can, under certain circumstances, be used to kill people."
She spoke in a chillingly cold voice and pointed the pistol at us.
At the same time, the students' expressions hardened.
Probably like me, everyone recognized her unique armament as a 'weapon that can kill people.'
Then, Jisu Hyun, who had been looking at our expressions expressionlessly, opened her hand and made the pistol disappear, smiling slightly.
"And, they are also tools to protect your bodies from enemies."
She pointed behind her.
"This place is designed to help you use such armaments efficiently and skillfully. So, I hope you won't do anything foolish here. Now, take out your unique armaments."
Following Jisu Hyun's instructions, the 12 students gathered here all took out their unique armaments.
Guns, swords, staffs, bows, spears, wands, and more. A collection of all kinds of weapons.
Among them, the most imposing weapon was:
A heavy black barrel and a drum magazine. A stock and grip made of luxurious wood.
Commonly known as the 'Chicago Typewriter,' the Thompson submachine gun, which immediately drew everyone's attention to me.
Or rather, to my Tommy.
"...Han Yujin. What is that weapon?"
Jisu Hyun looked at me with a surprised expression, seemingly not expecting me to bring such a thing.
"It's a unique armament."
"Do you know the disadvantages of a firearm as a unique armament?"
"The bullets follow the rifling, so the mana attached to the bullets disperses more quickly."
Of course, this was a setting created according to the long-standing tradition that 'mana cannot be attached to guns.'
However, according to this setting, while it is difficult to keep mana on the bullets, it is not impossible.
"You know well. Despite that, you still want to use a gun?"
"Yes, I like guns."
Upon hearing my answer, Jisu Hyun smiled slightly, as if understanding.
"Then it's fine. Since everyone has taken out their unique armaments, let's start. Is there anyone who wants to demonstrate the first sparring match?"
In the silence, I raised my hand.
"...Han Yujin? Okay, do you have a preferred sparring partner?"
In response to Jisu Hyun's question, I nodded and placed my hand on Jin-woo's shoulder beside me.
"I'll choose this guy."
"Huh? Already?"
Clearly, he didn't expect to be the first, and he looked quite flustered.
Despite his reaction, Jisu Hyun nodded, seemingly approving.
"Jin-woo Bifalt, is it? Alright, then both of you move to the field."
"Uh? Oh, okay!"
Jin-woo, who was still flustered by Jisu Hyun's words, quickly moved into the field.
Judging from the dagger in his hand, it was likely his 'unique relic.'
I also silently picked up my Tommy, [Al Capone's Tommy], and entered the field.
"Hey, you're really going to face me with that old thing? Does it even work?"
Did those words act as a catalyst?
Suddenly, my smartphone vibrated, and a new quest notification appeared.
γHidden Questγ
[Chicago Typewriter]
[They have forgotten the fear of the 'Chicago Typewriter,' which once dominated the city's night. Imprint the fear of the 'Chicago Typewriter' on them!]
[Objective: Make 5 or more people feel the emotion of 'fear.']
[Reward: Enhancement of Al Capone's Tommy]
[Completion Status: 0 / 5]
Oh, so it's connected like this?
I glanced at him, and he was spinning the dagger in his hand with a mocking expression.
Indeed, the [Al Capone's Tommy] I was holding was a relic from the old era, worthy of being called a relic.
However, a relic is not just an old object; it is an item imbued with mystical power.
He didn't seem to know that what I was holding was a relic.
Well, in each country, the renowned relics are first given to the heroes affiliated with the respective nations. How would the son of the Bifalt family have the chance to see a relic?
"Alright, feel it for yourself."
You don't recognize a relic?
If you don't, you'll have to take it.
The sound of the speakers inside the field crackled, and Jisu Hyun's voice came through.
[Are both of you ready?]
"Yes, I'm ready."
"Yep~"
Before the match, I tucked the stock under my armpit, pushed the bolt, and aimed at Jin-woo.
[Then, let's start with the intention to kill each other.]
I guess those words were the signal to start.
"Let's see who's better."
"Yesterday's exercise was a bit intense. Let's finish this quickly."
"Don't underestimate me!"
Jin-woo, holding the dagger in reverse, charged at me.
On my part, I did nothing special.
I just held the Tommy with both hands and pulled the trigger.
The field quickly filled with smoke from the muzzle.
As I slowly released the trigger, the field fell silent, as if the previous noise had been a lie.
"Jin-woo Bifalt?"
I called his name through the thick smoke, but there was no response from Jin-woo.
Instead,
[...Sparring match over. Han Yujin, please bring Jin-woo Bifalt out of the field.]
The instructor's voice from the speaker made me tilt my head.
The sparring match is over?
The smoke from the gunpowder gradually cleared.
Beyond the smoke, Jin-woo Bifalt, whose clothes had turned to rags, lay on the ground.
I had only pulled the trigger for less than 10 seconds? Could he really be in a daze from just that?
Following the instructor's instructions, I approached Jin-woo with my Tommy.
"Are you okay?"
"..."
No response to my question. Judging by the whites of his eyes, he seemed to have fainted from pain.
Well, his chest was moving up and down, so he should be fine.
I carried him with one hand and stepped out of the field, feeling the gazes of the others around me.
Fear, respect, and surprise.
As I stood there, feeling their gazes, Instructor Jisu Hyun approached and looked at Jin-woo slung over my shoulder.
"Ha, fainting in the sparring room. It's been a while since I've seen this."
"Should I do something with this guy?"
"Hmm? You mean him? Just throw him into the infirmary. Since he was injured in the sparring room, it's likely just internal injuries or minor wounds. He probably fainted from the pain."
As I expected, he fainted from the pain. However, there was a problem.
"I don't know where the infirmary is."
"Oh, right. You're a freshman."
Instructor Jisu Hyun muttered, then called an academy staff member nearby.
Jin-woo was carried away to the infirmary by the academy staff.
After watching him go, Jisu Hyun sighed and shook her head.
"Fainting in 1 second, losing consciousness in 3 seconds, and being beaten unconscious for 7 seconds. My goodness."
...Was it a bit too much? I feel a bit guilty.
"Han Yujin."
"Yes."
The instructor suddenly called me and sighed.
"...What exactly did that uncle give you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean your father. I never thought he would give a national treasure-level relic to his son attending the academy... Was your father in his right mind when he gave you that weapon?"
...Given that my father is the boss of the Carione family, it seems Instructor Jisu Hyun has some connection with him.
"...This weapon is something I obtained with my own abilities. I didn't receive any help from my father."
"...What? You mean your father didn't give it to you? A weapon of that caliber?"
"Yes, I obtained it solely with my own abilities."
...Technically, I received a bit of help from 'Carione,' but what can I do, I'm also part of Carione.
"...Well, if you say so, I have nothing to say. Good job. I want to see you fight without your unique armament next time."
"Next time, I'll do that."
"...Boring."
Instructor Jisu Hyun, who had been muttering to herself while looking at me, turned away as if losing interest.
I should probably ask my father about his relationship with Instructor Jisu Hyun.
While thinking about this,
Wooβββ
Finally, the notification for the quest reward appeared.
γHidden Quest Completed!γ
[Chicago Typewriter]
[They have forgotten the fear of the 'Chicago Typewriter,' which once dominated the city's night. Imprint the fear of the 'Chicago Typewriter' on them!]
[Objective: Make 5 or more people feel the emotion of 'fear.']
[Reward: Enhancement of Al Capone's Tommy]
[Completion Status: 9 / 5]
[Exceeded Objective!]
[You instilled the fear of the Chicago Typewriter in many classmates!]
[Reward Details]
-Enhancement Scroll for Al Capone's Tommy
[1. Relic. An enhancement scroll that can enhance the 'Al Capone's Tommy.' When used, it adds a new ability 'Mana Silencer' to the 'Al Capone's Tommy.']
[Mana Silencer: Creates a silencer using mana. When the 'Al Capone's Tommy' is equipped with a mana silencer, the sound of the gun is significantly reduced