The Regressor Can Make Them All

“...I’ll come back next time,” Erika said in a sulky voice.

After gazing at the torn envelope, she turned away, and at the sight of her slouched shoulders, Se-Hoon gently began stroking his chin.

There’s still no bond formed with her yet...

While there were many ways to interpret what a bond was, when it came to Se-Hoon’s unique skill, Blacksmith of Bonds, there was only one simple definition. It was how significantly one existed in the other person’s heart and how well one understood and empathized with the other. That alone was the criteria for forming bonds and leveling them up; it didn’t matter what kind of feelings one harbored.

With that criteria, Erika’s current behavior and interest should have been enough for a bond to form. Yet, there still wasn’t one between them.

Maybe her inner feelings are different from her behavior... no, that can’t be right.

Thanks to Blacksmith of Bonds, he was already adept at discerning the true intentions behind people’s actions before the regression. In that case, there was only one possible reason left to explain this situation.

She’s fundamentally different then, I suppose.

In order to form bonds with those who had fundamentally different values compared to ordinary people, he needed to adopt unconventional methods.

Ugh, why is she so hard to get along with.

Though it seemed some sort of a friendship had formed between them, in reality, their relationship could be severed at any moment. And while there was a saying that even a slight touch of sleeves could form a bond, that didn’t seem to apply to her.

It’s quite bothersome, but... the more twisted her personality is, the more unique and useful her Fatestone will become.

Since the current method didn’t seem like it would work, he decided to try and learn more about what type of person Erika was. Thus, he started to ponder how he should approach her in the future.

—We are now entering Aqar Quf.

The announcement came from the speaker. Se-Hoon turned his head to look outside the window.

He gazed with fascination at the scenery of Aqar Quf, the college for combat-focused students. Unlike the other colleges, this area was filled with large buildings.

I remember hearing that, in terms of area alone, this place was about 1.5 times larger than the other colleges.

These buildings were so spacious, not only because they were for combat training but also because the college was the most dominant one in Babel Academy.

Well, Aqar Quf has remained in first place in the intercollege competition for decades.

Sometimes the other colleges were able to take first place, but Aqar Quf had always won it back by the end of the year.

And Borsippa has always been in third place.

Not only did the Department of Blacksmithing fall behind during competitions with other departments, but most of the departments tailored for technical skills did as well. Unlike how the other departments were able to visibly show performances of power, technical departments tend to lack glamor. If they were not skilled in persuasion, they fell behind in the competition pretty quickly.

This is the sad truth about us technicians...

As Se-Hoon was contemplating various thoughts while observing the view outside, an announcement blared again.

—The next stop is the Department of Martial Arts.

The Department of Martial Arts has had a longstanding presence since the early days of Babel Academy. In the past, it exclusively taught pure martial arts that utilized both the body and mana. Now, however, it has embraced a diverse array of techniques by integrating various technologies into its curriculum.

The Physiology Control class, recommended by Ricaros, was under this department.

Upon reaching the main building, Se-Hoon stood in awe, marveling at the scale of the building that seemed to come from a different dimension.

Wow, it should be at least double the size of the Department of Blacksmithing...

After considering that even this building was considered relatively small compared to the largest department building in Aqar Quf, a sense of the absurd size of the college formed in Se-Hoon’s mind.

He entered the building while examining the surroundings. As he walked, Aqar Quf students began to show up one by one, and he soon felt their gazes converging on him.

“Should I ask him just once?”

“Dude. He’s still a freshman. What are you expecting?”

“I heard he forged Rare-tier equipment already. Who knows?”

Unlike the rather hostile treatment he received in the Department of Magic, there was a considerably friendly vibe here. Se-Hoon couldn’t help but smile at their reactions.

Custom orders, huh?

There were two main routes that students at Babel Academy could obtain weapons through. The first was acquiring them from outside sources, and the second was purchasing those that were forged by the students themselves. And when it came to finished products, the latter was more advantageous. As equipment forged by students was typically funded by the budget provided by the academy, each piece could be purchased at a much lower cost compared to equipment provided by external sources.

But things change when it comes to custom orders.

While there was no issue with purchasing student-forged equipment after reviewing their finished product, when it came to placing a custom order, the quality of the equipment wasn’t guaranteed. It was akin to gambling, especially when dealing with freshmen whose skills were not yet certified.

Still, I seem to be viewed highly due to being an honor student.

If he was receiving this much attention in the Department of Martial Arts, where the emphasis on equipment wasn’t that significant, students from other departments would probably be even more inclined to place orders with him.

But it’s still a bit too early.

At Babel Academy, freshmen were only allowed to officially take orders starting in their second semester. Before that, since Babel hadn’t provided their budgets yet, it was unlikely for anyone to entrust their orders to them.

Se-Hoon proceeded further into the building, as no one seemed to have the resolve to place a custom order, and arrived in front of the classroom situated in the far corner.

Is this it?

The plate hung in front of the classroom read “Physiology Control.” The class appeared somewhat neglected, as it was tucked away in the far corner and had a relatively small-sized room. However, believing that he wouldn’t know for sure until he took a closer look, he walked into the classroom.

“How many times do I have to say I have nothing to teach you!”

“Please, sir!”

Upon entering the classroom, Se-Hoon discovered an elderly man shouting and a blond young student clinging to the man’s pants.

“...”

The scene before Se-Hoon bewildered him. It was partly because the blond young student was Jake Myers, this year’s honor student of Aqar Quf, but mostly due to the presence of an unexpected figure.

“Now, who are you?” Discovering Se-Hoon belatedly, the old man questioned him angrily.

He had short-cropped hair and a white beard that covered his chin. His sharp eyes and crooked mouth hinted at his rather unpleasant personality. However, that was not the important thing here.

“Can’t you hear me? I asked who you were.”

The old man frowned at Se-Hoon, who remained unresponsive. It was only then that Se-Hoon regained his senses and showed him Ricaros’s recommendation letter.

“I’m Lee Se-Hoon, a first-year student from the Department of Blacksmithing. I’ve come with Professor Ricaros’s recommendation.”

“Ricaros? That guy sent you?”

The old man scanned him from top to bottom with an expression of displeasure. Jake, who was still clinging on to the old man’s pants, took it upon himself to explain after sensing the man’s confusion about why Se-Hoon was recommended.

“That friend over there is Borsippa’s honor student for this year. His demonstration during the entrance ceremony outshined mine.”

“Hm.”

After hearing Jake’s explanation, the old man turned his head again and began to blatantly scrutinize Se-Hoon.

Only after feeling his gaze and realizing that it was the same as the one he had felt before the regression did Se-Hoon become certain that the old man before him was someone he knew before.

“There are always times in life when people don’t have the money. What’s the rush?

“Who’s saying I’m not going to pay you back? Just wait a bit!

“Ahem! I don’t have the money because I lost it while making small investments. Extend the duration a bit... wait! I get it, so don’t break the sword!!

“Skills! I’ll teach you my skills! So please stop!!”

The old man was Ma Kwang-Soo, also known as the Broken Sword, a retired S-rank hero, and a regular customer before the regression. Back then, he was someone who shamelessly requested equipment from Se-Hoon, even though he hadn’t paid the fees. He was also someone who instead of paying the accumulated interest, taught Se-Hoon skills that he created on the spot.

Se-Hoon couldn’t believe his eyes at the reappearance of this distasteful relationship.

This man was a professor?

He was a scum who was addicted to gambling and alcohol. He only went out hunting when he ran out of money to buy drinks. And, whenever heroes appeared on TV, he relentlessly spewed out criticism about every single flaw he could find in them. Skills aside, his personality alone should have been enough to make him unqualified to be a professor. So, why on earth was he here as a professor?

“Tsk. You don’t impress me at all... are you sure you were recommended?”

Kwang-Soo sneered blatantly, belittling Se-Hoon with disdain. Faced with the familiar attitude he remembered, Se-Hoon retrieved the recommendation letter from his pocket.

“The recommendation letter is here.”

“Give it to me.” He snatched the recommendation letter and read it.

Se-Hoon suddenly lowered his head, sensing a gaze coming from below.

“...Haha.”

Jake laughed in embarrassment after locking eyes with Se-Hoon. Though he didn’t look good while clinging to Kwang-Soo’s pants, Se-Hoon found his behavior somewhat understandable.

To become a disciple under someone like this guy, it’s definitely worth clinging to his pants.

While Kwang-Soo’s personality was utter trash, when it came to his skill, finding someone who could match him was challenging. He was one of the few adventurers who worked with Ludwig, the chairman of Babel Academy and the Emperor of Ascension.

Even Ludwig himself publicly acknowledged that he had learned a few moves from him...

Whether that was true or not couldn’t be verified, but what was true was that he was talented at teaching others. Taking into account Se-Hoon alone, he, who was talentless in martial arts, had still effectively used one of the techniques learned from Kwang-Soo before the regression.

“You created a sword technique by yourself?” Kwang-Soo, having finished reading the recommendation letter, looked at Se-Hoon with a skeptical gaze.

“Yes. It’s not that particularly impressive.” Se-Hoon nodded in response.

“Well, of course. I already know that, so there’s no need for you to explain further.”

“...” Se-Hoon’s eyes twitched.

Stroking his chin, Kwang-Soo suddenly looked down at Jake, who was still clinging onto him, as if he had thought of something.

“Hey, you. Do you really want to listen to my classes that much?”

“Yes! I really want to take it!”

“Is that so?” Kwang-Soo smirked after he heard his response.

Se-Hoon narrowed his eyes when he saw the unpleasant look on Kwang-Soo’s face.

“Then try dueling him. I’ll let you take the class if you win.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled at Kwang-Soo’s proposal.

***

There was a small training ground inside the classroom. Despite the classroom’s shabby appearance, the facilities inside were quite well-equipped, and the training ground seemed to have state-of-the-art equipment as well.

I guess Ludwig is still taking good care of his old companion.

As Se-Hoon was examining the surroundings, Kwang-Soo glanced at them.

“Stand there while facing each other.”

At his instruction, the two stood facing each other on the dueling stage. Se-Hoon picked up a training sword, while Jake, just like in his demonstration, took his stance barehanded. If one were to judge based on their equipment alone, Se-Hoon might seem advantageous. However, considering their respective colleges, that was the wrong deduction.

Since he didn’t show everything he had during his demonstration...

Jake’s skills should have grown even more since the demonstration. Also, depending on what kind of rewards he received from Ludwig, it was possible that he had become much stronger than he was during the entrance ceremony.

To put me against someone like him...

While Kwang-Soo’s intention might just be to examine how excellent Se-Hoon’s swordsmanship was, there was no need for him to make Jake so motivated. Se-Hoon frowned, as the situation became more troublesome than he had expected.

“There’s only going to be one round. Whoever lands a valid hit first wins, regardless of the means used. You guys don’t need to worry about getting hurt, as there are built-in safety devices in this dueling stage, and I’m also here as well.” Kwang-Soo said with a smirk.

Though he was retired, he was a former S-rank hero. It should be a piece of cake for him to interfere and stop any student duel. As both Jake and Se-Hoon were aware of this, they glared at each other without worrying much about the risk of injury.

“Well then...”

Kwang-Soo slowly raised his right arm, and the two assumed their stances. The tension reached its peak as their eyes locked onto each other.

“Start!”

Immediately after Kwang-Soo yelled out, Jake rushed forward at a frightening speed.

Here he comes...!

For Se-Hoon, facing Jake head-on would be a suicidal act. Therefore, his only chance for victory was to spot and strike the gap in Jake’s defenses as he was sprinting the distance of about ten meters.

Using the counter technique would be a safe choice, but...

He recalled Ricaros’s advice to not use the technique unless it was a fight to the death. Additionally, it didn’t seem like it would work on Jake. Since that was the case, he decided to employ another self-defense technique he learned from Kwang-Soo before the regression.

Loosen the grip a bit more... and the footwork should be...

Se-Hoon’s firmly fixed posture loosened up. Kwang-Soo, noticing the change, showed an interested expression.

This guy... he’s quite skilled in relaxing his muscles.

The art of relaxing one’s muscles was to maximize flexibility by loosening force without compromising posture; it was not as easy as it sounded. Finding and maintaining that precarious balance was far from simple. This was a skill that could only be achieved when one properly understood and could handle their body. It was an impressive feat that Se-Hoon, a student from the Department of Blacksmithing, was able to pull this technique off.

But that alone won’t do.

However, it wasn’t enough to help Se-Hoon win this duel.

He’s relaxing his muscles, hm.

Noticing the changes in Se-Hoon’s stance, Jake also adjusted his posture by lowering his body slightly and extending both hands forward. He shifted from striking to grabbing, adapting himself to Se-Hoon, who was relaxing his muscles. In addition, he increased his mana output throughout his body, preparing for any potential counterattacks.

No matter what happened, there didn’t seem to be a way for Se-Hoon to win. Kwang-Soo clicked his tongue at the overwhelming skill gap between the two.

Tsk. This is why I hate arrogant people.

He never felt like teaching them, and above all, their combat was tedious to watch. His heart desired to simply send them away, but he couldn’t do that because of the request he received from Ludwig.

Kwang-Soo looked disapprovingly at the duel unfolding before him, finding it more annoying and less enjoyable than he had expected.

Then suddenly, Se-Hoon dashed forward, gaining momentum by kicking the ground. This was an unexpected charge, as it seemed that he intended to counterattack after relaxing his muscles.

Kwang-Soo furrowed his brow.

This guy...

As Kwang-Soo stared intently at this incomprehensible action, Se-Hoon’s right hand, clutching the sword, moved.

Swish-

He swung his sword weakly toward Jake, who casually swung his fist to counter the almost embarrassing attack.

Twang!

Se-Hoon’s sword was sent flying away after being struck, and his already apparent vulnerability became even more pronounced. Jake, seeing that Se-Hoon had lost the only advantages he had left, which were distance and equipment, swiftly closed the remaining distance and extended his left hand as fast as lightning.

Clench!

Se-Hoon’s right arm was restrained anticlimactically by Jake, who was about to exert all his strength to firmly pin Se-Hoon to the ground to prevent any relaxing muscle trickery.

Adrenaline

The Inkstone Bracelets around Se-Hoon’s left wrist shimmered with a blue light.

“?!”

“...!”

Se-Hoon’s view rotated, and the temporarily lost gravity now added acceleration to his fall, forcefully driving his body toward the ground.

Bang!

“Agh!”

Starting from his back, a searing pain shot through his entire body like a lightning bolt. Se-Hoon immediately knew he would’ve been long gone if he had fallen on his head. Still grabbing onto Jake’s arm, he winced and looked up at Kwang-Soo, who was looking down at him with widened eyes.

Drip.

Then, with his mouth agape and a bleeding nose, Jake finally realized that he had received a punch to the face. Se-Hoon looked at their dumbfounded expressions and chuckled as he spoke, “I struck him first.”

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