Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 54: Promise With Ronan

Ronan stopped his movement merely for a second, and after observing Jung, he got back to his business.

The boy swung his sword and struck a metallic dummy.

This creature was an unsouled mannequin that was created by creator archetypes and moved like a human.

It had a strong defence, selective agility, and the option to attack.

Everyone could practice with it, and it was quite popular among the students—especially for a lonely bunch like Ronan, who had no partners and found the metallic dummy even more useful.

Not bothered by his attitude, Jung got closer and said, "Don’t be like that. We are friends, right?"

Hearing his words, Ronan didn’t react but used more force in his strike.

His footwork was precise.

He knew how to balance his weight from shoulder to hand and used momentum that was enough to shake the puppet.

Yet, the doll figure had no wounds on it.

Only Tier IV rank was set up, but its defensive capabilities were too good for the boy to overcome.

Jung saw his dedication, and his heart stirred even more.

’He might be more useful than I initially thought.’

Thinking about how to make Ronan agree with his request, Jung smirked evilly and neared the boy even more, almost embracing him.

On the other hand, Ronan hated the attention he gained—notably from Jung, who was a weird guy and was the polar opposite of him.

If it wasn’t enough, Jung was Astra’s enemy.

This was more than enough reason for him to avoid the persistent guy.

However, little did he know, when Jung put his mind on something, he never retreated.

’Never back down, never what?’ he thought, then whispered so only Ronan could hear.

"I know your brother and sister."

Hearing these words made Ronan stop his actions.

It was a trigger that worked splendidly, and Jung used it, recognizing Ronan’s family situation and the hardships he had to face.

The boy didn’t speak.

Revealing nothing, he regarded Jung silently and observed, as if trying to gauge his purpose.

Seeing Ronan wouldn’t say anything, Jung continued. "And they oppress you."

His voice was lower but with deeper implications.

Instead of answering or doing anything, the boy turned around, wishing to leave the training grounds.

Jung got annoyed.

He hated it when someone ignored him, especially when he had a lot to say.

"Come here! You know I can’t control my tongue," he added, waiting for the reaction.

His provocation worked this time.

Ronan stopped his steps, his body trembling and his brows twitching.

He finally expressed emotions.

After hearing blatant provocation, the boy observed Jung angrily. "What do you want?" he asked, clutching his sword.

"I told you," Jung said. "I want to speak with you."

He clicked his tongue and added, "If Astra was here, I would have asked him, and if he isn’t here, don’t you think his older brother should take responsibility and entertain me?"

Jung always drew attention to himself.

Fortunately, he was quiet this time around, and even if people watched, no one except Ronan could hear him.

It didn’t change the fact that the boy hated this young, cheeky child. "It’s all about entertainment for you?" Ronan asked, hatred dictating his words.

"Easy there, my friend," Jung said and led him to the arena.

There were ten different fighting grounds, all of them being identical to each other.

As Jung randomly selected one and went inside, he added.

"I’m not here to cause problems for you. The way I see it, you are already in deep shit. There is no need for an asshole like me to make your life harder."

Having said that, Jung nodded to the teacher and then to his opponent.

Ronan didn’t appear too invested in the battle.

He only wanted to make sure Jung wouldn’t talk, and following him seemed like a good way to do it.

"Can you shut up so we can start?" He said because Jung was getting more annoying with each passing second.

"Nope. Can’t do that. We have much more to talk about. But I know you want me gone, and here comes my offer. If you can beat me, I promise I won’t talk to you ever again, and your secret will be safe with me."

Jung said, his confidence was clear to see.

"And what if you beat me?" Ronan asked, understanding his opponent would never act if he didn’t see a profit from it.

"If someone so much younger than you beats your ass—which would be embarrassing—then I want us to have a civil conversation," Jung said for onlookers to hear.

It was a bet and a promise at the same time.

If both of them agreed, the academy would make sure justice would be upheld.

"Sure," Ronan said and drew his blade.

He was only Tier III, but his body was more mature and masculine.

Being 18 years old, he was one of the oldest students in the academy, which came with its own perks.

Jung, on the contrary, was a short child.

He had a small body frame; his muscles might have been toned out, but their volume screamed weakness.

Even if others looked down on him, even if most of the students didn’t understand his popularity and the recognition he got, Ronan didn’t underestimate him.

The boy saw the anger on Astra’s face when Jung was mentioned.

Even if Ronan’s half-brother was only Tier II, he had to admit how talented and scary the caregiver really was.

An unsheathed sword glimmered in the light.

It was a dark blade ornamented with golden threads and red roses.

Jung summoned persona energy and created his weapon.

Of course, it was his loyal axe, and wielding it brought great joy to him.

After getting confirmation from the teacher, both of them dashed at each other, dedicating themselves to the battle, hoping to win it.

The first skirmish happened soon after. It generated sparks that flew around, creating a stunning scene and luring more viewers.

Meanwhile, Jung shook his hand as if he was warming them for the second clash.

"Show me your ambition. Show me your strength. I want to know how the rulers fight."

Even now, his words were only for Ronan to hear.