Chapter 1: How Flowers Should Bloom (1)
"Report sir. The secretary pushed the door in, and the man sitting in the chair pretending to sleep was woken up.
"How many times have you said that," Byron rubbed his eyes slightly, "when dealing with matters related to the Academy, call me Vice Principal." β
"I'm sorry, sir. The secretary's answer was swift and forceful, and his tall and straight body stood in front of the door like a pole, but he still did not find his own problem.
"Forget it, you'll need time to get used to. Whatever you are going to report, tell it simply. β
"Yes sir, there's a cadet who wants to see you. β
"Student?" It seems that the students here are freshmen, and they have hardly seen themselves, and even if they do, they must meet Frederick.
"Yes, a freshman. β
"Let him in. β
"I don't need to be called, I'll be here myself, you don't mind, Byron. β
"You...... He was so presumptuous in front of the chief!" Without waiting for Byron to answer, the secretary did not agree. Of course, he is not just a secretary, and his main task is to serve as a correspondent to this chief.
"Okay, okay, you go out first. Byron waved his hand at the secretary.
"But......" The secretary looked at Xiao Baiyu, still a little unwilling in his eyes. As a lieutenant in the administrative army of the military department, he knew very well what the status of the commander in front of him was, how could a hairy boy shout in front of him.
"It's okay, Lieutenant. I'm just a vice-principal now, so naturally I have to listen to the students' opinions. β
"Yes, sir!" the lieutenant exited the office, giving the student a fierce warning look as he left.
"It's a very apt word to describe him in our country β 'dog fights human power'!"
"Don't insult my soldiers. Byron whispered, "Your father has great respect for every soldier, even his opponents. And he's just defending the majesty of his superiors, a term that, as far as I know, is used to describe bullies. β
"Although it was the first time we met, we should have gotten to know each other better. β
"No, you may know me better, but I don't know you that well. You don't resemble your father's personality very much. β
"Then I'll get straight to the point, I'm going to challenge you, Byron. Xiao Baiyu quietly looked at Byron who was sitting in the office chair.
"Oh?" Byron raised his eyelids, "I've been told that you're a man of his own way, and that doesn't seem to be enough. I want to know, what are you going to challenge me, to fight like a child?"
"Fighting? Isn't that what bad young people do? Why can't we call it a duel when we can make the subject matter a little more high-end?"
"Duel? no, no, no, this is a fight, it's just a fight, what do you think is the difference between you and the bad young people now?"
"Haha......" Xiao Baiyu chuckled twice, "Don't you want to wear the holy sword? there are still a lot of things on the demon's blade, right?
"You know more than I thought you would. Byron had to re-examine Xiao Baiyu, "It's a pity that your purpose is puzzling to me. How can I believe that you are just trying to satisfy your own 'battle of wills'?"
"Take what you need, I don't know the specific content of the Holy Sword Project, so my purpose has nothing to do with you. β
"It's different, you know what we need, I don't know what you need. Maybe I'm offering a higher price for chips, and you're usually going to lose money when you buy and sell like this......"
"Don't pretend to be a half-merchant," Xiao Baiyu interrupted Byron, "I'm waiting for you in the dueling arena, I heard that your sword is Durandal, then let's have a Western sword duel." β
Without bargaining, Xiao Baiyu directly threw the choice to Byron, but this time, Byron had to compromise.
Xiao Baiyu just came back from Kabul and couldn't wait to propose a "duel" to Byron, this kind of ancient European atmosphere was a bit boring and even a little stupid in Byron's eyes today, but it was such a way of simplifying the avenue that he couldn't refuse.
The dueling arena was located under the inn and was already crowded before Byron arrived, as the students heard that a freshman of the same class had proposed a duel to the vice-principal. There were two vice-rectors here - Frederick and Byron.
At this moment, Frederick was already sitting in the position of the magistrate, so there was no need to guess the identity of the dueling.
The students around the dueling arena talked a lot and proposed a duel to Principal Byron, which was naturally unprecedented, and I don't know which student was so ignorant. The vast majority of people watched this "duel" without suspense with the mood of watching a good show. Of course, there are also many people who think that this is a "performance" arranged by the academy to cheer up the new students.
What's even more puzzled is Yi Ziyun, Xiao Baiyu has never been a guy who likes to be in the limelight, and I don't know why he would propose such a "duel".
Despite the fact that the arena is underground, it can be seen that it has been around for a long time, and it does not seem to have undergone too many repairs, and it looks a little dilapidated overall.
Xiao Baiyu randomly picked a broadsword and walked into the dueling arena as if no one was around. This also made everyone present know this medium-sized Asian boy.
Byron didn't let Xiao Baiyu wait too long, and a few minutes later, he also came to the dueling arena.
"I have to say, you chose a very smart way. Byron, having chosen a broadsword, came to the duel arena with a sword in the center.
"Now is not the time to praise your opponents, Headmaster. Although in your opinion, that may not be a compliment. Xiao Baiyu smiled slightly, "The rules have been explained, and if you use a weapon other than the broadsword in your hand, you will lose." β
Byron glanced at Xiao Baiyu indifferently, and suddenly stabbed out the knight's broadsword, and his swordsmanship was stable and sharp. But the students present couldn't help frowning, because no matter how you look at it, this kind of swordsmanship can only be regarded as excellent even among ordinary humans.
The great dictator Byron, this name has been so powerful that too many people worship it blindly. Because he was holding Durandal, everyone thought he was a knight with great swordsmanship, but in fact, it is only today that people have seen his true swordsmanship.
The corners of Xiao Baiyu's mouth hooked up a trace of the arc of the successful plan, and he slashed towards Byron with a sword in one hand. The Japanese students were enthusiastic when they saw it, because this was completely the way the Datai sword was used, but it was used on a Western sword, which looked unique.
Sonorous!
The strength of the "stab" is naturally not as strong as the force of the "split", Byron's sword was slashed to the side, and the moment he lost his strength, the initiative was exchanged! Next, he was greeted by Xiao Baiyu's stormy sword dao.
One move loses the initiative, and then the latter move is dismantled one after another without resistance, and the gap in this duel can only be described as "miserable".
Seeing that the sword stabbed by Xiao Baiyu could not be resisted, Byron had to take out the dagger in his arms.
"Dingβ"
Xiao Baiyu's sword collided with a dagger, revealing a bright red scratch on his forearm, and blood dripped down the wound to the ground.
"You've lost, Headmaster. β
Byron bowed slightly, exhaled lightly, and turned to face all the students: "I lost, this is my swordsmanship, that's right, very poor, so bad that I have no resistance in front of this little guy." This is just a very common example, and you will meet famous opponents in the future, but please always remember that your opponents are not invulnerable, just as I am today!"
As soon as the words fell, Byron bowed lightly to Xiao Baiyu and left lightly. From beginning to end, he acted with extreme decisiveness, even if he admits defeat.
"Kukulkan Byron," Xiao Baiyu smiled slightly at the departing back, "I haven't forgotten that I am an educator ever and anywhere." β
After a brief silence, the arena erupted in even more heated discussions.
"Bang ......"
"Please come in. β
"Byron, you ......" Frederick saw the guy sipping tea as if nothing had happened, his pen in his hand hunched over his desk.
"What's wrong? Frederick. Byron didn't look up, still working on the papers.
"I don't quite understand. β
"What don't understand. β
"The last thing you're good at is swordsmanship. β
"So what. β
"Why did you even agree to a duel?"
"That little guy also knew that I was not good at swordsmanship, but he still proposed a duel to me," Byron raised his head slightly, his dark blue eyes looked at Frederick quietly, and pointed to a test tube with a few drops of blood on the corner of the table, "I have a reason I can't refuse." β
"But it has undoubtedly struck a blow to your majesty. β
"Majesty, that thing has never been accumulated through such a playhouse," Byron gently raised his teaglass, "I think you know very well why the Senate elected me as the Great Dictator, and besides, majesty is not really worth much in my opinion. β
β......β
"Compared to this, I am more concerned that the young man is not as simple as we imagined. Although you can't tell anything from what you said about his performance in Blue Dust, it is definitely not as simple as trying to make a show in the freshman world, and it is unlikely that it is because of what he called the 'battle of will'. β
"He doesn't seem to be a showy little guy, it's just that he has the same egos as Stuart. He had put down his pride that he would fight you and Stuart to the north, and now it seems that he is halfway done. Frederick smiled bitterly.
"Stuart?" Byron pondered slightly, as if sensing something unusual, but unable to catch it with certainty.
"By the way, the specific journey of most of the students on this pilgrimage road has been completed, do you need to check the information?"
"I won't look at it for the time being, but you can bring the information first, and I'll talk about it after I'm done here. Byron picked up the pen again and lowered his head, "Have you seen it?
"Well, this entrance assessment is relatively satisfactory, and there are no casualties among new students. Even the distress call was used by only one student. β
"Okay, I got it. Byron nodded slightly, "This time this side of the matter has worked hard for you, the task was originally assigned to the two of us at the same time, but I didn't expect it to be all on your shoulders, and I am about to leave." β
"Are you going to leave again?"
"Yes, I just felt compelled to come and see, or let Stuart assist you as originally arranged. β
"Good. β