63 [54] Before returning home (2/2)

''Huh... nah. I was wary of you because you said you were Mr. Wyrm's apprentice, but it's not a big deal at all. That's right, he's stronger than the old guys from earlier, but...

Huh?

You're strong enough to compete with me with your physique, and your flexible body language is good. Well, if you can be that strong, I'm sure I can be even stronger, so just surrender quietly and give up your disciple's position. Right? I don't enjoy hitting girls.

The boy who urges you to surrender as if you've already done the rating as soon as possible.

(Yeah, I guess. It's true, this boy is strong. Maybe it's more fun for the master to train this boy too...)

Although Koonaria's stance hadn't been broken, she was on the verge of breaking down due to the repeated self-loathing, the boy's words, and most importantly, her mentor Virmu's shunting words.

━━ If you're willing, but I can at least teach you the basics of physical strengthening and combat? Oh, my God.

Suddenly, the word of the reason why she started to train her body snatched in the mind of Kounaria who was about to give up.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that it's the one that has the right temperament.

That was exactly what my teacher said at that time.

I don't want to.

I force my body to stop trembling by putting a lot of force into both of my trembling limbs.

''d*mn, that's a pain in the ass. I don't even know if you get hurt!

Side cleave, swinging down, reverse kesa, thrusting... The boy's slashes, which are unleashed in a variety of ways, have Kounaria fighting back.

However, even though the hem of his clothes and skin are slightly slashed, he avoids all of the raging attacks.

I won't let you go until you strike a blow at me, so be prepared, okay? Oh, my God.

That's what my mentor sent me when I was anxious before I started working out.

(First, focus. I've been repeating it every day, and I've already assumed that my body remembers it, and I'm going to recognize the pathway of magic circulation once again, clearly.)

The image of the magic power permeates the boy's body from the tip of his head to the tip of his extremities in a full circle, and they slowly circulate through his body.

As his own magical power penetrates, the boy's movements begin to feel slower and slower.

''His speed has suddenly increased!

The boy is mumbling something with a panicked look on his face, but now Cunaria doesn't care.

- - - - - Okay, good eye.

That's what he said to me when I was tasked with taking down the bandits, when I was determined to inspire my mind to be frightened of the psychological disorder (trauma), he looked straight at me and said.

(Next, focus on your opponent's movements. Don't overlook even the slightest preliminary movement. Move your body in time with that movement.)

There!

Ugh!

Before you know it, you'll be easily prevented by the big axe you were holding in your back hand.

-All right. I'll leave it to you.

That was the first time my master entrusted me with the counterpart of Ristiane, who was blocking the road during the coup of the Humane Kingdom...the first time he acknowledged me.

(I've never been as happy as I was then. I was always weak and someone protected me, but I felt like I was able to fight for someone else. Maybe I was just getting on a bit.)

He catches the swung down naginata from the front and flicks it back with force.

''Guh! It's so different than before! What the hell is going on?!

The boy completely switched offenses and defenses and tried to evade them, but before the storm of slashes, all of which could be described as deadly blows, he was gradually cornered into a disadvantageous position.

The best way to do this is to have a good time.

A boy loses his balance and falls because he jumped from an impossible position to avoid an attack that was dispatched directly to his side.

There is no way to avoid the big axe that is swung out as a chase, so he has no choice but to catch it with his naginata.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it.

Looking at the crumbling boy, Koonaria, who poked the ground with the big axe, declared loudly to him.

''I am still weak! I want to be stronger and stand next to my Master! As a disciple of a master, I can't afford to lose here!

Coonaria's true intentions...the cries of her soul were wooden spirits in the training camp.