73 Third Year 6 (1/2)

Three days later, Han proposed another sparring match, but with weapons this time. Schwartz showed off his broad shoulders and gladly accepted. They each selected a weapon they wished to wield. Han armed a spear, and Schwartz chose a heavy sword.

Tak!

Han stabbed his spear forward aiming for Schwartz's neck. It was a blunt spear, but it would hurt nonetheless. Schwartz dodged bending over backwards.

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'Next the legs.'

His spear rotated around and aimed for Schwartz's shank. His opponent flinched and lost his center of balance.

'Another rotation around to the head.'

Schwartz took a clean hit to his blind spot and couldn't recover. It was hard to believe that a rookie third year would be this good at weapon handling. He felt dizzy trying to make sense of the chaotic spear movements. The attack and defense movements were in perfect balance with each other and it was difficult to predict his next move.

”Punk!”

Schwartz took a blow to gain a hold of Han's spear. It sounded like the bone of his finger broke just now. Schwartz didn't mind it at all as his sword's attack seemed to roar.

Han spun his body around to dodge the attack. His opponent made a large pulling movement to bend the spear. The muscle fibers of Schwarz fingers snapped from over exertion.

'This is a newly transferred third year?'

Schwartz underestimated Han's weapon handling skills. Han's application and reflexive skills were above average of most experts. Han wielded his spear like it was an extension of his own body. Spear handling came easy to Han who had excellent reflexes and dexterity.

Additionally, his body was artificially strengthened a great deal. Put plainly, Han was a genius spear wielder.

'I can easily predict his next move,' Han could read all of Schwartz's movements. Han took his time to study about Laocha, Johnny, and Schwartz the past three days.

He thoughtfully kept track of all of Schwartz's attack patterns and small habits. He watched Schwartz's battle clips and memorized his attack speed and patterns.

'This should be what it means to make the situation more advantageous for oneself.'

Han had been doing this since long ago. He would try to understand his opponent's weaknesses to defeat them. Laocha helped to finesse Han's battle methods.

'This should be enough. I will win.'

Han purposely held back from dealing the deciding blow. He purposely acted like he was being pushed back by Schwartzs' counters. In the end, Schwartz sent Han's spear flying. Schwartz' knife stopped just before Han's neck.

”Haa, haa.”

Han and Schwartz tried to regain their breath. Schwartz thought something felt amiss, but he was too tired to realize his grave mistake.

'There is no need to go so far as to ruin the close ties you have with comrades just to prove your strength.'

This was something that Laocha said to Han. Schwartz was a veteran first generation psyker. Han was a new transfer third year.

No matter how talented Han was at the spear, Schwartz would greatly lose face if he were to lose against a rookie third year.

Schwartz wouldn't outwardly display these feelings, but he would most likely distance himself from the other.

'If we become awkward due to this one spar battle, it will become difficult to ask him for more favors to continue my training in the future.'