141 Master Jean (1/2)

The old man led Yuri to an open field. The field was currently filled with youth being instructed by the adults around them. Each of these youths were younger than she was by several years, but she could feel that were all close to obtaining the epic stage. She could not help but shudder as she saw this. If the Yufai had been an enemy. than perhaps the light would have fallen a long time ago.

The man nodded as he observed Yuri's reactions. It was normal to feel fear when faced with the undeniable truth of how weak you were. However, he only sensed a momentary waver which was quickly replaced by a grim determination.

Yuri turned to the man again. This time she spoke with absolute sincerity, if not a little reverence.

”Please guide me Elder. I may be of a different race, but I have absolute respect for the Yufai.”

The man laughed. ”It is without a doubt that you did a great service for our clan, but to become a disciple of the Yufai... Your achievements are not enough. First let me test you, and if I determine you have the talent, perhaps I will allow you to earn your chance.”

Yuri could not hide the dejected feeling from the master before her. Despite this, she gathered up her courage and drew her pistol.

”Then let us begin.”

The man shook his head.

”I cannot guide you with a firearm. The Yufai do not believe in the usage of such weaponry. Even if we did, I can sense that you have already learned from a great master in this regard. Draw your blade. The large one on your back, not the shorts word ability. Large weapons such as these are these are my specialty.”

Yuri nodded as she drew her greatsword. Without the injection of her summoned short sword the weapon was little more than a shell, but as this was not a match to the death it would more than suffice.

The man smiled and shook his head

as he looked at Yuri's drawn weapon.

”A sword of arcane brilliance. A perfect weapon for your skill set. It's a shame that you have not recieved any formalized training with this weapon. Your stance leaves you full of openings, and even your grip on the blade is wrong. At this rate, even the youngest of the trainees would beat you within seconds. ”

”Why you have chosen to focus so much on the pistol is beyond me. Your talents, your true talents that are bound to your soul are much more suited for this type of weapon.”