8. Teaching a lesson to the talentless bitch.
8. Teaching a lesson to the talentless bitch.
"I'll take that man."
Alisa said this to Number 2 and Number 3. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a notification. Not that anyone else could handle him anyway.
She gripped her cutting sword even tighter. A creak sound came from her palm. At the same time, she surged her energy.
It had only been a month since she started using physical enhancement, but she had become quite adept at handling it. She didn't doubt for a second that it was her innate talent.
As the nanomachines inserted into her body spread to every corner and began to stimulate her, heat flared up. She strangely liked that burning sensation. It was like preheating a spaceship before a warp jump.
Honestly, from the perspective of an ordinary person, she, having inserted physical enhancement items, was already a creature outside the category of humans. And the moment she truly transcended human limits, Alisa felt an indescribable pleasure.
In that breakthrough, she felt the infinite potential of humanity. Because this was a feat achieved solely through human effort. Perhaps this could also be seen as a form of evolution.
Alisa felt like she could do anything. To the point where she thought Kal, standing right in front of her, was just some insignificant guy.
That excessive self-confidence soon turned into arrogance. So, even though there was no need to attack first, she rushed at her opponent.
Kill himㅡ.
She wanted to show off her strength. She wanted to trample the star of the training camp and stand proudly above him. To let everyone know she was the best.
Number 1 Alisa.
Knight Alisa.
Alisa had no intention of yielding the first strike. Thinking to kill him in one blow, she swung her sword horizontally. The speed was as fast as an arrow.
...However, the sword didn't cut his torso. No, it didn't even graze his suit. The opponent perfectly evaded her attack.
Of course, she wasn't the kind of incompetent person to panic just because an attack missed. Since the opponent also had physical enhancement items inserted, she judged that he had enough ability to dodge.
She swung the sword again. But this time too, it failed to touch his body and only sliced through the innocent air.
That was when Alisa revised her thoughts.
This bastard, he's actually pretty capableㅡ.
Just then, Kal suddenly sneered at her. He clearly hadn't said anything, but she had the illusion of hearing the words "pathetic bitchㅡ" in her ears. That was exactly the expression he had.
At the same time, the opponent unleashed explosive speed. Ahㅡ. She barely blocked the first attack. But the next attack was the problem. Because her posture had been disrupted by the impact of blocking his powerful attack. ...Actually, the fact that the opponent's attack was much heavier than expected was the cause of this mistake.
And in an evenly matched fight, such minor mistakes or openings were very likely to lead to a fatal wound. Didn't she have plenty of experience with that too?
As expected, the second attack flew in without a moment's delay. She tried to endure the attack by pressing her left arm against the flat of the blade. In a situation where her posture was already broken, this was the only way to somehow mitigate the impact. ...At the same time, a powerful impact exploded with a clangㅡ!
ㅡㅡ!!
Even though her body was enhanced, the opponent was also enhanced, so the bone of her left arm, which acted as a support, seemed to have broken, unable to withstand the impact. Still, if one had to choose between a left arm and one's life, isn't it logical to choose one's lifeㅡ!
Oh ho.
Seeing that unhesitating improvisation, Kal smiled as if to say, "Not badㅡ." Immediately after the second attack landed, he lunged right in front of her again.
Before she could even compose herself, she was dazed by the attacks pouring in again. His attacks were truly as smooth and unobstructed as flowing water. It was so skillful and flexible.
This time, instead of swinging his sword, Kal used his foot. In an instant, he stomped hard on the top of her foot with his heel.
ㅡㅡㅡ!!!
The pain of her foot being crushed, even though it was greatly mitigated, caused her no small amount of agony. If she hadn't been physically enhanced, she would have undoubtedly screamed and rolled on the ground.
Before the pain of her foot being smashed could fade, this time a fist flew at her. Even if she wanted to dodge, it wasn't easy to move since her foot was already being stepped on. ...Actually, the fist was so fast to begin with that it would have been difficult to dodge even in a normal state.
Kal's fist soon struck Alisa's lower abdomen. It was a pain that made her vision flash.
"Ughㅡ!"
There, she finally couldn't hold on, dropped her sword, and collapsed. Perhaps her internal organs had ruptured, as blood began to ooze and backflow from her mouth.
Kal stepped over Alisa, who had fallen flat on her back. Even in her vision, blurred by pain, she groped the floor to grab her dropped sword. But before she could find it, his foot stepping on her hand was faster.
ㅡㅡ!!
"Aaaahㅡ!"
Eventually, even her right hand was completely crushed, and she became unable to use both arms. The outcome was decided.
Of course, like the known lunatic he was, he couldn't help but say a word. It was as if everything he had been suppressing was bursting out. ...Anyway, he wasn't a knight who had to observe etiquette anymore, was he?
"Boring. Go drink some more of your mommy's milk."
You son of a biiiitchㅡ!!
"Waaaaahㅡ!!"
She screamed and thrashed to resist, but soon his sword smashed into her skull and stuck firmly.
Arghㅡ.
Her vision went dark, and her senses disappeared before returning. She had returned from virtual reality to real reality.
...Ah....
She took off the device she was wearing on her head and sat there blankly for a long time. Her fellow trainees, who had already gotten game over and were waiting outside, looked at their squad leader, who looked like she had lost her mind, and asked if she was okay.
"...Ah, yeah, I'm fine.... Don't worry about it."
Of course, Alisa was not fine at all right now. A terrible sense of helplessness spread through her entire body in an instant.
Defeat. And a terrible, overwhelming defeat that she didn't even want to imagineㅡ.
This wasn't just a matter of a gap; it was a completely different level. She had felt too clearly here what a real genius was.
This is..., for real....
If she had lost this badly, she should have been able to admit defeat gracefully, but strangely, she couldn't suppress her anger. It felt like the blood, sweat, and tears she had poured in until now were being denied.
Why did the universe give such tremendous talent to such a vicious bastard, she wondered....
Alisa desperately suppressed the unfairness that kept welling up. She desperately held back her nose from stinging and tears from falling, over and over again.
Why, why, why, why, why, whyyyyㅡ.
...She groaned and eventually ended up in the infirmary.
· · ·
"I met her earlier."
"Who?"
"The girl whose dad is a Sergeant Major or something."
Kal said this to Trash Captain while poking and eating macaroni with a fork in the cafeteria. Then, the nosy mercenary guy went "Ahㅡ" and quickly pretended to know.
"You mean Alisa? That girl with the bob cut, pretty face, and big tits.... But why? Were you on a team?"
"No, as enemies."
"I heard she's skilled. There's a rumor she's going to be a knight."
"...Is that so?"
She wasn't that good.
Honestly, she seemed to lack the talent to be a knight. At best, if she was lucky, she would barely make it into a backwater order of knights.
Since it was difficult to enter officially, it seemed she was trying to use a shortcut by graduating first from the training camp to pursue the knight course. ...Actually, even if she got in that way, there were quite a lot of cases where they couldn't endure and ended up quitting due to the difference in skill. Plus, there was a high possibility of being bullied. It was like retaliation for being overambitious.
Of course, whatever choice she made was none of Kal's business. Whether she became a knight or a whore, that was her own situation.
"But, fuuuck, why did they make it so you can't have sex in this simulation? Fuck, they should at least let you fuck the pussy of the bitch who lostㅡ!"
As Trash Captain complained like that, Steel Sperm chuckled and said.
"Didn't think about the fact that your asshole could get breached?"
"...Fuuuck, who would target my asshole. Unless it's the Commander's son."
"Hey you bastard, why are you dragging me into your asshole talk."
"Ah, I'm saying yours would taste better than mine."
As the talk about assholes kept coming up, the Pig Bastard who was eating hit the table with his spoon and glared.
"You fucking bastards, please don't talk about dirty things during sacred meal times. Fuuuck, it's ruining my appetite."
"Ruining your appetite, my ass. Heh heh, you're the kind of guy who'd eat even if there was shit in it."
"Fuck, watch your mouth before I take a shit on your face while you're sleeping."
"Fuck, that kind of threat is a bit much."
Trash Captain imagined Pig Bastard's shit and ended up gagging.
Thus, the dinner time, which was rampant with shit talk, ended, and they returned to the [Dormitory] to prepare for the evening mental training.
Now that they were entering their third month, the trainees also had quite a bit of leeway in their behavior. The instructors didn't just blindly tighten the screws like before. They even played pranks sometimes.
"Hey, we're going to training. Everyone get out."
When the Group 5 instructor said that, the squad leader, Trash Captain, groaned "Ugh" and stood up from his seat.
"Let's go check out the girls, you bastards."
Each group entered the training room and sat in their assigned seats. However, Kal discovered a piece of paper crumpled and folded on his seat.
Since there were occasionally bitches who pulled these kinds of suggestive stunts, Kal thought it was that kind of thing again and unfolded the crumpled note to read it.
- Midnight tonight. Come out behind the supply warehouse. Alisa.
It was a plain message without a single heart shape. The owner of what looked like a fight note rather than a confession note was that woman named Alisa he had met earlier.
...Is she trying to get revenge?
It definitely didn't look like she wanted to meet for a good reason. But to call it retaliation, her skill and connections were pretty pathetic. Even if her dad was a Sergeant Major, isn't that as common as a pebble you kick while walking? If you're going to talk about connections, it should at least be a Colonel.
Kal sent his gaze toward the seat where that woman, Alisa, was. Just then, she was looking this way too. Naturally, their gazes met.
"Hey, hey, that bitch is looking at me, right? Fuuuck, she knows she's hot."
Of course, Trash Captain giggled and liked that Alisa was looking at him. Naturally, Pig Bastard, the Major's son, tackled him on that.
"Bullshit. She's probably looking at the Commander's son."
"Hey you fuck, let me have a pleasant fantasy, you Pig Bastard. ...Damn it. Reality is already fucking sad enough as it is."
Kal didn't care what his squad members were blabbering about. He thought about the note that was crumpled and held in his palm.
It was a message he could ignore if he wanted to. After all, there was no reason to follow the opponent's one-sided notification. Besides, it wasn't like he had done anything wrong. ...Of course, he did tell her to go drink more of her mommy's milk during the simulation, but holding a grudge over just that would be a spineless bastard thing to do. It wasn't even defeat-humiliation sex, just a single remark.
...Still, shall I go and hear what she has to say?
Kal was a bit curious about what would come out of the mouth of this talentless bitch who wanted to become a knight.
Come to think of it, she had a face that clearly had some pride, so having been defeated so miserably, she must be frustrated. Since some nobody bastard had beaten her.
Strangely, Kal suddenly got an appetite, so he licked his lips long with his bright red tongue.
...He was strangely looking forward to midnight tonight.