Chapter 232 - 187 : Teacher (1/2)

”I just wanted to know who's your teacher, the one who taught you swordsmanship.”

'This lass knows nothing but swords, can't say if she's crazy or just blindly devoted to swords… nevermind, she's crazy.'

Arthur didn't expect such a request. He thought she'll ask him something unreasonable, but it's surprisingly such a question. If answering is what he needs to get rid of her then he wouldn't mind replying, it's not like it's a secret that must be kept to himself.

”Teacher? I have no such, all my skills are self-taught.”

”Impossible!”

With disbelief and anger, Jian Si snapped at him again, not believing such words. Even her skills were learned from ancient books that accumulated dust in the library, very few people would be able to invent a new style of swordsmanship or special moves, moreover, most of these people are legendary figures that are looked up to by all sword user.

Arthur may be extremely strong but she couldn't believe that he taught himself everything, it's just illogical.

”Nothing is impossible in this world. It's not because you can't do it that others can't too, teachers only lead the way, it's up to the students to create their own style as no sword style is the same.”

Arthur's knowledge about swordsmanship isn't vast, his skills were learned by possessing people and it just entered his mind and automatically allowed him to wield swords flawlessly. It's one of the many benefits of his race and the system.

”Then where did you come from? What your original world?”

”That's none of your business.”

The first answer wasn't satisfying or what she sought. She wanted to know his world to visit it and see if there is a special sword school or a famous sect. She started suspecting that he wasn't willing to answer honestly from the very beginning but the problem was, Arthur wasn't lying in the first answer, as for the second one, he never would tell a stranger that he came from Astria.

Being a small world with very few clans and sects and no Gods residing in it, if someone like her goes there, she'll create havoc and unnecessary problems.

Astria is fine as it is, with only a few skirmishes and it'll surely become more peaceful as the war ended and the Holy Church was more or less eradicated.

”Let me see your sword.”

”No.”

”What's your name?”

”I don't have a name.”

…

This continued for five minutes before Jian Si finally stopped, she knew that she'll get nothing out of him. He didn't answer anything except the first one, which infuriated her but she didn't show the usual anger or frustration as she wanted to show a positive attitude mayhap he changes his mind and agrees to something.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she admired Arthur... or strong sword users in general, her goal is to reach the peak of swordsmanship and to encounter people like him is what drives her to venture outside of her sect. The only thing she hated about him is his provocative words, arrogant attitude, and unceasing mocking, which drives the high and mighty Cold Sword into craziness.

Arthur's body was finally healed, devoid of any ugly injuries but his Health didn't recover entirely, it needs way more time than five minutes.

Fortunately, he became able to do simple movements so he retrieved simple clothes to cover some of the naked parts of his body and got up, after a small struggle. Standing up and walking became doable but it's really difficult, it even stressed his Mental Health, however, he didn't have the time to worry about that. He needs to leave this place as many people would start roaming all over the area, curiosity is a terrifying thing, after all.

Jian Si also noticed that the grey-haired man was about to leave, she can't do anything to stop him, he looked healthy but his sluggish and slow movements indicated his serious condition.

Remembering his powerful sword techniques and how devastated this land became due to his fight with the old man, she blurted out something she didn't imagine she would say.

”Then make me your student!”

Unfortunately for her, she was met with an immediate rejection from him, who waved his hands at her dismissively while answering