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I Became a Mafia in the Academy-Chapter 147
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Chapter 147
The more similar the trigger of a Narrative Imprint to the circumstances that led to its acquisition, the more powerful its effect. ππβ―β―π€β―π£πππ·β―π.πππ
And that was the case with my newest imprint.
[Epic Imprint β Dragon (Emissary of the Immortals): He plunged his dagger into the heart of the ruler of the Abyssal Flame and drank the blood of the immortals amidst a torrent of deadly blows. He is the emissary of death who brought the immortals to rest.]
What kind of bullshit is this? You might say.
However, the conditions for activating Epic Imprint β Dragon were surprisingly simple.
1. Fight an enemy that is overwhelmingly stronger than you.
2. Battle someone with the Immortality trait.
3. Battle a dragon species.
4. Fight an enemy that is at least five times your size.
Even if only one of these conditions is met, the imprint will be stronger if itβs activated and if it is mixed with Ascalonβs traits. Itβs safe to say that this is a deceptive power.
Granted, itβs a hell of a way to get it.
And it took a duel to see how much this effect affected my strength.
Against someone much stronger than me.
And it wasβ¦β¦.
βA duel?β
It was Parnello, one of Corleoneβs strongest powers, who came to me immediately at the sound of the call bell in the room.
βYep. Iβve got a few things from my trip to Jeju Island, and Parnello was the first one that came to mind, so I was wondering if we couldβ¦β¦ somehow?β
Thatβs a pretty straightforward way of saying, βThereβs something I need to see and youβre the only person around who I think would be okay with a real fight, so letβs do it.β
But it would sound different in the ears of Parnello, who had trained me from a young age and had recently been helping me with my successor classes.
βI canβt do it without you, Parnello. Help me, Parnello.β
And indeed.
βOf course Iβll help if you ask, Master, may I escort you to the training hall?β
He looked at me with a pleased expression and nodded repeatedly.
βYes. Please.β
In response, Parnello walks toward the stage with a lighter step than usual.
ββ¦β¦Did I really ask Parnello to do me a favor? Should I ask him to be gentle with me now?β
Why are you looking at me like that?
Knowing the real Parnelloβs power, I was horrified.
Of course, he wonβt actually kill me or anything, butβ¦β¦.
βMaster. You shouldnβt be in this much pain.β
βIt hurts more for me to hit you.β
βIsnβt it you who asked me to make you stronger in a short period of time, and indeed, thanks to you, my handkerchief has been wet with tears for three days now. What? Isnβt it your blood thatβs making it wet? β¦β¦ You misunderstand.β
I smiled, for the memories of my past with him were not very bright.
βWell, letβs warm up a bit and get started.β
He smirks as he walks around to the other side and unlaces the watch on his wrist.
βThat, Parnello. If you canβ¦β¦.β
βAn attack that will make you feel like youβre going to die? I will, Master.β
βNoβββ
I feel the hairs on my body stand on end as Parnello disappears before my eyes and I immediately raise my left arm.
He appears in an instant and tries to throw a punch at me, but itβs blocked by my arm.
βThat was a pretty serious punch, and now youβre blocking it.β
βBecause I felt like I was going to die if I didnβt block itβ¦β¦!β
βNo way, thereβs no way youβre going to get hit by a punch like thatβ¦β¦!β
A sharp kick followed.
ββThud.
With a rippling sound that cuts through the air, his foot, aiming for my head, slams into my arm once more, and at the same time, a shock that shakes my entire body rattles my brain.
I reach out to Parnello, using my willpower to keep my legs upright.
βIβm surprised you survived this one.β
βYou should be more surprised!β
I reach out and grab Parnello by the tie. I pull him toward me with all my might.
But
βI think you need to work on your strength a little more.β
Parnello chuckles, holding on with only the strength of his neck.
βIs that what you were going to do?!β
Sparks start to fly, as if a fireworks display had happened right in front of me, but the scent of blood on my breath makes me smile and look up at him.
βBingo.β
[An ancient berserkerβs ring absorbs the userβs blood!]
A torrent of power rushed through me in an instant.
Channeling it into my natural healing at the same time, I regain my vision and immediately wrap my arms around Parnelloβs neck, driving my knee into his abdomen.
My knee felt like steel striking steel, but I also felt Parnelloβs body snap back.
The attack had worked but Parnelloβs grip on my side didnβt allow for a second strike.
βA blood-devouring ring, is that why you went to Jeju Island?β
Parnello asks, closing the distance and looking at me in surprise.
βYes.β
I hadnβt scored a single effective hit in all my fights, so this attack felt like a huge accomplishment.
Iβd landed a real hit on Parnello, not someone else.
βIβm going to use a weapon from now on, donβt you mind?β
This was Parnello, someone I could only barely tiptoe around if I went all out with the intention of killing him.
βWith pleasure.β
Parnello spreads his arms wide as if heβs welcome to join me as I pull out Midasβ gloves and shotgun.
βThen without further adoβ¦β¦.β
Parnello hasnβt seen the shotgun yet, has he?
I smile at him, who is still looking at me with a relaxed expression, even though Iβm pointing the gun at him.
βThis is the gun my maternal grandfather shot my father with.β
ββ¦β¦?β
βHe said my father was in quite a bit of pain.β
βNo, waitβββ
βIs Parnello going to be in pain too?β
-Bang! Bang!
I quickly pull the trigger twice, and as if sensing something unusual, Parnello rolls to the side, dodging the bullets.
At the same time, he looks at the floor he was just standing on and lets out a bemused chuckle.
βThatβs a nasty weapon, the floor of a training hall that hasnβt even been scratched by most attacks.β
βAnd hot.β
I snapped the gun open and loaded the aura, then I pointed it at him once more and fired a second shot but at that moment, I heard the ground explode.
Kagagagagak!
The sound of scraping on the ground is followed by a burst of red flame in front of Parnello.
βSurely it would hurt quite a bit if I were hit from the front.β
βYou managed to deflect this in such a short time while narrowing your sights?β
I canβt help but cluck my tongue at the sight of him deflecting an attack that a normal Awakened wouldnβt even be able to react to, let alone deal with.
What kind of insane physical abilities does he have to be able to pull off such a trick?
βIβll have to be careful with the range.β
Since the effective distance of the maximum firepower is clear, I need to think of more ways to make the most of this weapon.
βSo, are these the only results of your trip to Jeju Island?β
βNot really.β
I hadnβt even brought up the epic imprint yet.
βThen how about we fight a little dirty, like the first time?β
Now that Parnello has realized that a sword wonβt work against the shotgun, his only option is hand-to-hand combat.
Iβve got the basics of how to use a shotgun against a strong opponent.
Now for the next step: hand-to-hand combat.
βAre you okay with that?β
βItβs training. If I get hurt badly, Iβll be treated like I was in class, and then Iβll go back to the academy.β
I roll up my sleeves and assume a fighting stance in preparation for the intense battle ahead.
Itβs a basic infighting stance, but the key is to keep my fingers slightly curved like an animalβs claws, ready to strike or punch at any moment.
ββ¦β¦ Is that an aura technique?β
It didnβt take Parnello long to realize that I was getting ready to use an aura technique.
And suddenly.
βUgh!
A sticky, sharp chill runs down my spine.
My jaw clenches and my breath catches in my throat.
There was an intensity in his eyes that bordered on madness.
It was intangible, surely, but it was so thick I could almost see it dripping.
βItβs been a while since Iβve faced an aura user. Iβm a little excited.β
As the corners of his mouth twitched up in an eerie smile, I coated my both hands with aura, steadied myself, and stood on the tips of my toes, ready to run at any moment.
βBecause itβs scarier when you say it like that!β
I said, kicking my legs and flailing my arms.
It was an aura technique used to shape-shift solid objects, and one that works well against hard-bodied people like Parnello.
βYou obviously didnβt go to Jeju Island as a tourist.β
But as he talks, dodging one attack after another, Parnelloβs expression is anything but calm.
βYou caught the dragon, no way!β
If he continues to dodge the blows, I can apply a little grappling.
This time, I donβt grab him by his body, but by his clothes, and gradually move into close combat.
BANGββ!
An attack aimed at the cheek is blocked by his raised left arm.
A second attack was aimed at the side but Parnello smirks as he brings his knee up to block the attack, then delivers a blow.
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βIβm starting to see a little bitβ¦β¦!β
I push myself up even further to give his fist no chance to gain momentum, and then slam my right arm into Parnelloβs fist.
βGotcha!β
And in the next motion, I swing my arm around to hit him in the jaw with my elbow.
But
βShit.β
He pulls his head back, and I go in shallow.
I swear under my breath because I immediately realize what would happen next.
βHmph!β
I hold my breath and force my creaky body into action but at that moment, Parnelloβs sword swings for my throat.
I duck down to avoid the blow, then immediately execute a one-legged tackle, using my shoulder to push Parnelloβs body away.
I wanted to take him down but Parnello stood firm, like an old tree, and managed to stay on one foot.
βI donβt think itβs working.β
βNot yetβ¦β¦!β
[Activating Black Mist!]
Using the effect of Black Mist to create a sudden momentum, Parnelloβs body was forced to fall.
Although he fell overβ¦β¦.
βWeβre not playing sports, are we?β
He immediately followed up with an elbow to my head, causing my brain to shake violently and preventing me from continuing my attack.
βYour overall technique is certainly better, butβ¦β¦still not good enough.β
Shaking me off, Parnello chuckles and cracks his neck.
βWell, Master, youβll have to go to the academy tomorrow. Shall we wrap things up?β
Shaking my head at Parnelloβs words, which sounded as if they were coming from a place of goodwill, I regained my composure and stretched out my right arm toward him.
βYeah, if this doesnβt work.β
βThis?β
At the same time. In an instant, like a flower blooming, a white-hot flame envelops my right arm.
βThe condition has been fulfilled.β
[Epic Imprint activates!]
[Imprint β Dragon (Emissary of the Immortals): He plunged his dagger into the heart of the ruler of the Abyssal Flame, and in a shower of deadly blows, he drank the blood of the Immortals. He is the emissary of death who brought the Immortals to rest].
[Imprint Skill: Breath, is created]
[Inscribed Skill: Dragonlance]
βBreath.β
The flame in my right arm spreads out, engulfing everything around me as it engulfs Parnello.
It was a power that far exceeded my expectations.
ββ¦β¦The effect is insane.β
I stick my tongue out at the sight of blackness around me as I turn to check on Parnello.
βIβm genuinely surprised. Master.β
Parnelloβs gravelly voice was heard from overhead.
As if on cue, I lost consciousness.
The only thing that remains in my mind is Parnelloβs tanned hand and the devastation of the training room.
The next day, I saw Parnelloβs hands, both bandaged, and I could only guess what had happened.
And here we are.