I Became a Person Who Wanted To Drop Out of the Academy

Episode 2 – I’m a fool 2 –

I woke up in the school infirmary, a place I never thought I’d set foot in.

It actually turned out to be a place I frequented before being expelled.

When I got up from the sickbed, I saw the school nurse watching me from her desk.

“You’re awake… well, the treatment is done for now. Does anywhere hurt?”

The nurse asked me about my condition in a kind manner.

“How long was I unconscious?”

“Six hours.”

That was close. Would it have been better to protect myself a little and fake unconsciousness?

No. On second thought, rumors could spread that I’d remained perfectly fine after a direct hit from a professor, even if I had to fake being unconscious for several hours!

This is of course nonsense, but rumors have a tendency to escalate. [The professor’s attack didn’t knock him out] can be distorted into [He was fine even after the professor’s attack], so it was a good decision.

In the middle of this meaningless chit-chat, the school nurse asked about the situation.

“Why on earth did you pick a fight with the professor?”

I thought I would be expelled. The professors I had learned about in my university life were likely to forcefully request the academy to expel me if there were any disputes.

Of course, different words came out of my mouth.

“I wondered if I’d be able to inflict any significant damage on the professor if I struck first.”

It’s not a fact. If we fight, I am bound to lose, but one of my skills, no matter how acclaimed the professor may be, can deliver a solid hit.

Comparing it vaguely to martial arts novels, it’s as if someone at the pinnacle stage uses a technique that can only be used when they reach the ultra-pinnacle stage – so it’s disputable, hence not applicable.

Despite this, the health teacher let this slide.

However, in the midst of processing my hospital admission, she suddenly looks at me and gets lost in thought.

Finally, as if she’s realized something, she opens her desk drawer takes out a piece of paper.

“Right. When you wake up, come to the director’s office. Try visiting.”

And the inevitable arrived.

“Yes. Understood. I’ll visit then.”

And I express assent externally. Because of this, I’m approaching even nearer to my academy dismissal.

After kicking my way out of the health office, I looked around. The sky was somewhat dim, indicating that I had lain quite a long time.

It’s better this way. It makes it easier to carry out operations.

As soon as I confirm there’s no one around, I immediately hide in the mountain valley.

Though I was caught straight away last time because I was in the dormitory,

If I use the camouflage I’ve developed over 18 months of army life like this time, they’ll probably have to search for a while.

They’ll probably expel me straight away if they, unlikely as it is, can’t find me. Then it would be the end.

The contract I made with my father was all about academic performance.

In a suitable place, take a field spade, and start digging. Dig the ground, make a space comfortable enough to lie down on the inside.

That completed, I crouch and lie down inside to sleep. Passing time doing nothing is something that I’m best at.

And then I saw the world turned upside down.

I could instinctively understand the cause.

“What are you doing here, Cadet Abraxas?”

The professor who had carried me earlier, Maximilian, is lifting me again.

I immediately counter with my own excuse.

“Since I was scolded for taking the previous match too seriously, I was preparing in earnest a bunker as would be used in war…Arghhhhh!!!”

But Professor Maximilian, as if he didn’t intend on hearing me anymore, was pulling me towards the director’s office.

I just gave up on making any more excuses and left my body to his actions.

“I’ve brought the director.”

Soon after, we reach the director’s office. Maximilian opens the door and tells the director that he has brought me.

And when I looked at the director…

I doubted my own eyes,

“Nice to meet you, Cadet Abraxas. We meet again, eh? You probably couldn’t see my face during the entrance ceremony since you were sleeping…”

The Director of Jerip Academy, Sergei Darmore.

On the desk with that plaque is the old man from my interview where I had made sassy comments.

Why does he look different from WFS?

Back then, there was some guy in his 20s claiming to be the director, but now there’s an old man. Have they wildly fudged the age?

But irrespective of my sentiments, the director’s pressure began.

“Today is your first day since enrolling in the academy, and you’ve really messed up, huh?”

I agree that I did. It was quite a mess.

I wish they would just dismiss me.

“At the interview the day before yesterday, you spouted off vulgar words before me. And you blatantly skipped out on the entrance ceremony. Even after a professor dragged you in, rather than properly listening to my speech, you slept. Moreover, you assaulted a student outside of the training ground. Lastly, you even preemptively attacked the professor who came to see the situation…”

“Ah, I intentionally didn’t look into that out of concern that it might be problematic if I put a foot wrong during the process.

Aren’t you the weird ones for forcing a student who doesn’t want to remain here, to stay against his will?

If they step out of line, you shouldn’t just discipline them—you should expel them, you maniacs. Their grades don’t even let them get close to the top tier, let alone the top seats.

“He’s quite a remarkable person.”

Even I would have to agree, he is indeed remarkable.

You all who are so fixated on him.

“Anything you want to say?”

“There are a few unjust things, sir.”

“Oh, really? Let’s hear it.”

“Your mother no longer exists here on this land, so the object of my insult does not exist. Therefore, you have no reason to be angry, right?”

Quite a superb sophism, when I think about it.

But that would change if expulsion were what I was aiming for.

“….”

The president looked at me with an expression of doubt, wondering what he had just heard.

“So, didn’t you struggle too, to get into the academy? This is not a place that simply takes everyone who claims to be a noble. It’s the only institution in the Helium Empire. The value of its name is not as low as you think.”

But why have I never heard of the academy in the game? There was hardly ever mention of it in the NPC backgrounds either.

And my purpose in honing my skills was not to get admitted here, but to stop villains outside.

I hardly trained physically, aiming to use my Qi efficiently.

“Then, have a lively time at the academy.”

I will have a lively time. So much so that I might suck the life out of you guys, just as the meaning implies.

And with those words, the headmaster issued a welcome order.

And I can never forget the moment the order was given.

That bastard showed a vile smile, as if aiming to swallow me whole.

Alright. I won’t let them drive me away easily.

—-

Rachel, the professor who mediated the incident at the cafeteria today, was having a conversation in the faculty lounging area.

As expected, the hottest topic there was the student who attacked a professor on his first day.

“So, what was the reason the student attacked you, Professor Rachel?”

“He doesn’t even have a group yet, there’s no reason for him to bear ill feelings.”

Rachel thought about the past for a moment.

“That boy… he…”

The disaster that unfolded at the place she was told to check on. The wall had been slightly destroyed, and the student was lying within that broken space.

Abraxas was murmuring some strange words over that student.

And that boy, who attacked her the moment she asked a question.

The oddities were so mixed up that it wasn’t easy to decipher.

Yet, amid all of that, one thing stood out to Rachel.

“That student was strange.”

“Yes, he was strange. His actions were nonsense..”

“Not like that, but he had an unpredictable strength.”

As soon as the word ‘strength’ came out of Professor Rachel’s mouth, everyone looked at her.

“You were subdued in one shot? Even the top-tier first-year students wouldn’t be subdued in a single shot, would they?”

“That’s right. Even if it wasn’t a life-or-death situation, subduing you easily, Professor Rachel, would be difficult for this intake.”

“But what’s so peculiar about him…”

This particular intake was often referred to as ‘God’s blessed batch’ due to the sheer talent present.

Under normal circumstances, a first-year student wouldn’t even be able to compete with a professor.

Thus Abraxas, who couldn’t even compete for a single round, would naturally have a huge gap compared with the top-tier first-year students.

But Rachel was certain of something else.

“He didn’t train.”

“Huh? What you want to say is…”

“He has not done any formal training. His gaze management is awkward, and the way he delivers his strength is clumsy. His body is not trained. Even a genius becomes mediocre without effort. So, if he really didn’t train… maybe his talent is the most outstanding in this intake.”

His ordinary body was not trained.

He punched without caring about efficiency.

His level couldn’t even be called mediocre.

His attack on a professor was way too weak.

However.

“Hold on…! But he passed the entrance exam? Is that possible?”

“No. He can already enhance his body with Aura, does that mean he didn’t train at all?”

“There are few Aura users who can enhance their body, how could he do it without any effort?”

It’s true that among the commoners, there is a tendency to regard creating sword energy with Aura as more remarkable due to the influence of media.

However, in reality, enhancing the body with Aura is even more difficult.

This is because, unlike a sword that is generally solid and has a constant internal structure, the body is fragile and consists of various substances mixed together such as muscles, bones, and blood vessels.

In fact, there are less than ten students among the first year students who can enhance their body with Aura.

His abilities definitely were not ordinary.

“So, how did he figure out how to use Aura? Normally, you’d have to understand the body to realize that.”

“Or, could he be hiding his real abilities?”

“What benefits would he get by hiding his abilities? And if that was the case, he wouldn’t have drawn attention to himself like this. And regardless of whether this is his real ability, considering his age, he definitely is a genius.”

In this way, while sharing their opinions, Professor Rachel restarted the conversation.

“Being a genius is not something we can understand. There is nothing we can do. Besides, his approach is strange.”

“What else is there, Professor Rachel?”

“Why did he attack me? Looking at the opposing actions from when he entered until now, it’s hard to know what he’s after if you only look at his actions so far.”

He’s never used informal language to any of the professors or students.

But sometimes he bursts with profanity during interviews, and he speaks nonsense as well.

He knows clearly that graduating from the academy is undeniably a good thing, and it’s disadvantageous to go against the professors, but he does not cease to act as a fool.

It’s not that his abilities are lacking, but rather, he has the potential to spread his wings.

He doesn’t put in any effort at all.

Even if we assume that he’s hiding his power, there’s no way to understand why.

It couldn’t be explained by the professors’ common sense.

It is certainly not a typical case.

So, some of the professors hesitantly put forward their opinions.

“Could he be pretending to be a fool on purpose in response to some kind of threat?”

“Is there anyone capable of threatening the youngest son of Mentuti Hotep?”

“The royal family can’t, not secretly. No, the royal family wouldn’t do it secretly even if they could.”

“The remaining possibility is…”

“His actions did seem contrived. As if he’s planning something…”

As these conversations unfolded, the professors were enclosing documents containing information about Abraxas.

At some point, someone noticed something strange.

“But what are these 27 counts of fraud recorded in the student’s information?”

A professor in charge of human resources responded to it.

“Apparently, he had bought some strange stuff and was short on money, so he committed fraud to earn some pocket money.”

“One from Mentuti Hotep’s family wouldn’t be short of money, would they?”

“They did it to create a slush fund because parents can know how much money their children possess through pocket money. They even thought it was a business.”

Upon hearing this, all the professors were lost for words.

“So it doesn’t seem like there’s any special reason, he really seems to be a fool?”

And there was no professor to refute that statement.