I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 101

Chapter 101: Exchange Event

In Noblesse Oblige, aside from its rich characters and profound storyline, there are various events, including one known as the “exchange event.”

Exceptional students visit other schools to actively exchange magical knowledge and cultural experiences.

Of course, the reverse can also occur; students from other schools may visit Noblesse. Although the point system remains confidential, fostering relationships between students from different institutions is considered important.

In the original story, it should have been the protagonist, Alan, along with the seniors and their chaperone, Chloe-sensei, who headed out. However, things have undergone some significant changes.

This time…

“You’re late, Weiss.”

“Oh, I’m doing my best.”

“If you get tired, just say so. I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

A teacher who shouldn’t have been there, Milch Abista.

Eva Avery, who was supposed to have left the school on her own.

And Sierra Witch, who is supposed to dislike troublesome matters.

The three of them, plus one (myself, Weiss).

At the moment, we were traveling swiftly using high-speed movement magic. We stopped briefly, and then…

“The break is over. Let’s go!”

“Hey, wait!”

It was a struggle to keep up with them at this otherworldly speed, and I gave up mid-way. Of course, if I tried harder, I could keep up, but it would be embarrassing if my hair and clothes were disheveled during the exchange event.

And that’s the reason for the embarrassment.

So, we decided to hitch a ride on a carriage along the way.

Well, this should be fine.

“I don’t recall raising such a weakling.”

“It’s not bad to take it easy occasionally.”

“Weiss, I brought some water, so have a drink.”

Sierra handed me a water bottle.

Ah, today of all days, Sierra seems like the kindest person.

And the water… it’s delicious.

“We also have some snacks, so if you want any, just let us know. There are fruits as well.”

“Yes, Sierra.”

I might have remembered what it feels like to flutter with excitement after a long time.

Noblesse Magic Academy is the most famous in this world. Everyone wants to get in, and even among nobles, its reputation is top-notch. However, there’s a firmly established second place.

For some, it might even be preferable to enroll there. In terms of actual ability, it’s on par (excluding a few exceptions).

And it’s the school that gave me the most trouble during the Duran Sword and Magic Cup.

In the original work, there were students who were dubbed the “strongest” and were loved for it.

Duran Sword and Magic Academy.

“Incredible…”

I couldn’t help but exclaim in awe. There were two reasons for this.

Firstly, the gate before us was larger than that of Noblesse. The location was a bit remote, but that was likely due to its relationship with the same training grounds as Noblesse.

On the left and right sides of the gate were copper statues resembling samurais.

And they were quite large.

By the way, the swords used by students here vary from Western-style swords to old-fashioned ones, and as they progress through the grades, similar to Noblesse, they prioritize individuality.

The second reason for my surprise was that it was just like I had seen in the original work.

I had been at Noblesse for a long time, and it had become my new normal. But now, visiting this unusual different school, I felt like my emotions had been reset. It felt as if I had come to this world for the first time.

“Please, make sure to behave like proper Noblesse students today.”

“Of course… it’ll be just like always.”

“I understand. Weiss, you can ask for help if you face any problems.”

“I will.”

Is it just my suspicious nature that makes me think there’s an underlying meaning to their words?

At that moment, I overheard some Duran students talking as they walked by.

“Hey, isn’t that the uniform of Noblesse? Speaking of which, today is the exchange event—wait, isn’t that Eva!?”

“Really… And that’s Sierra. Oh, isn’t that the rumored Weiss?”

“They’re quite a remarkable group, huh. Hey, don’t stare too much.”

Eva and Sierra seemed to have heard it as well. Eva didn’t seem to care at all, but Sierra was holding her head a little higher. However, Milch Sensei appeared somewhat dissatisfied. Perhaps because she wasn’t mentioned. Well, she’s a teacher, after all!?

“…Shall I kill them?”

No, that’s not allowed.

Actually, being the straight man with this group is quite challenging…

Damn, I’ve never missed Muscle Duke and Charge-Forward Alan so much. It would have been great if they had come too.

As we waited at the entrance, a familiar group of faces approached us.

Our uniforms are white, but Duran’s uniforms are black, with twin swords sewn on the shoulders. It looks a bit dark and quite cool.

“Sorry for being late. I’m Michael Thomas, a second-year student.”

Opening the gate and walking out was a guy with lighter golden hair than mine, taller, and reasonably strong. I remember that Duran is a four-year school, so technically, he’s a senior. Well, it doesn’t really matter.

There were also Duran instructors behind him. It felt strange that Milch Sensei was speaking in formal language…

And then…

“It’s been a while, Weiss.”

“Yeah, how have you been? Runner-up.”

“You’re as always. But I’ve become stronger since then. I won’t lose in the next competition.”

“Hah, I won’t hold my breath.”

Behind him, Louis Strauss, who had partnered with Michael, was struggling. He wore glasses and looked a bit frail, but his physique was better than before. These guys had also overcome disasters and must have been honing their skills.

“Tell Alan that I’ll definitely win.”

“Can you beat someone like him? Well, it’s impossible for me.”

Michael lightly laughed at my banter. He seems to have matured in more ways than one.

In this world, revealing one’s abilities isn’t usually favored. But students are different. That’s why top schools can visit others for exchange events. We’re here because we won the Duran Sword and Magic Cup.

Well, maybe this is a special world in that regard.

Upon entering, the atmosphere was definitely different from Noblesse. It felt like a blend of Western and Eastern influences.

There were cobblestone paths, wooden buildings, and garden-like areas. It was fun to see such a mix of cultures.

At that moment, a girl wearing a samurai-like indigo hakama walked past me. She had black hair tied at the back.

No one noticed because they were chatting.

But I… I recognized her.

Seriously… it’s just like in the original work.

Well, we probably won’t have any interaction.

Duran’s buildings inside are said to be second only to Noblesse. Several large buildings were lined up, alternating between Western-style and traditional architecture.

Unlike Noblesse, which focuses on magic while also incorporating swordsmanship, Duran is known for having magic for the sake of swordsmanship. I might lean more towards that type.

So today, there’s a lot to gain.

Today is more like a friendship event, where we observe Duran’s classes and training and participate in a small demonstration.

In the original work, it was a short scene, but today we’re planning to spend the whole day here.

I glanced at the central courtyard, where classes were being held.

“Take your stance!”

“Yes!”

It seemed like they were first-year students. They raised their wooden swords from a lower stance to strike in one go. They still seemed inexperienced, but their body alignment was good, and when I checked with my Observation Dark Eye, the flow of magic was clean.

The most important thing in countering magic is getting close. To achieve that, you need not only magic but also strong legs and lower back. Of course, that’s not all, but it seems to be the foundation at Duran.

As I watched them, Michael called out to me.

“Is it interesting?”

“Yeah, it is. So, how’s it going at Duran? Are you reasonably strong?”

“Don’t make fun of me. Of course, I’m at the top.”

“Is that so? Then it’s no big deal.”

“I’ll kill you.”

Hah, he’s always good at teasing.

While bantering, we received explanations about the buildings as we watched the training.

After the basic training ended, it seemed like they were going to do a mock battle.

“Yawn… I’m so sleepy in the morning.”

Sierra seemed quite indifferent. Well, she probably doesn’t have much interest in it due to her personality. But then, why did she come?

Eva, on the other hand, was watching more closely than I expected.

“Hmm, those kids don’t have bad body types.”

Surprisingly, she’s quite enthusiastic. A new discovery.

At that moment, Milch Sensei, who had been talking with Duran instructors in the distance, called me for some reason. I couldn’t shake a bad feeling, but I hurriedly headed over.

“What’s going on—”

“We’re going to have a single practice match. Get ready.”

“Huh? What do you mean—”

“It’s a friendship event. We should reveal our hand a little. Eva won’t be a match for anyone here, and Sierra will fight half-heartedly at best. So, Weiss, you’re the best fit.”

Milch Sensei, of all people, was thinking quite logically. It’s true.

But still…

“I’m just a lowerclassman… I’d be skipping the seniors…”

“Don’t worry. Look.”

She glanced at Eva and Sierra.

“Do your best, underclassman.”

“Weiss, go all out and crush them!”

I see, it’s already been decided.

“So, is the opponent a fellow underclassman?”

It’s probably Michael. But that’s just fine.

I’ll make it a straightforward benchmark to see how much I’ve improved.

“No, it’s a first-year student.”

“I see. Is that so? A year younger?”

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m looking forward to it, actually.”

A surprise like this is certainly welcome.

There’s much to gain from battles, especially considering that Duran is home to many strong individuals.

Even if they’re first-year students, if they’re going to fight me, they must be pretty strong.

I wonder if it’s Rugia of the Three Blades or Valdes of the Flash from the original work?

Well, it doesn’t really matter. I’m looking forward to it.

“Excuse me.”

At that moment, a voice came from behind.

Startled, I turned around, but there was no one there.

No, someone had just walked by.

But… there was no presence.

I had just seen her a moment ago… and had completely forgotten.

Come to think of it, she was here.

“I’m Tula Enitsi. Please go easy on me.”

She bowed her head in a samurai-like manner.

But her appearance and voice were full of cuteness.

In Noblesse Oblige, there were diverse characters, and sometimes characters were given concepts like “The Timid Flight Girl, Karta.”

In her case, it was undoubtedly based on the concept of a “Samurai.”

As far as I remember, she came from a country with a Japanese feel.

And her fighting style was her specialty—a single deadly strike.

The sword at her waist was not Western-style but Japanese, like a katana.

She was popular in the story and considered one of the closest to being the strongest towards the end.

But the problem is…

“Are you Weiss Fancent? I’ve heard the rumors. I don’t like troublemakers. Even though this is a friendship event, I won’t hold back in this match.”

Impressive, her sense of justice is overflowing.