Chapter 383 – Secret Sword (5)
〈No.
A Nord with a sword was sitting on the back of a low-ranking knight doing push-ups and shouting loudly.
Of course, the glorious Secret Sword Knights of the Armials family didn’t scream as much as they did push-ups with slightly increased weight.
‘… Make the most of mana and train your stamina?’
In a way, it was an effective method. The stronger the body, the stronger the strengthening effect of mana. This was the reason why monsters could be a powerful threat without any special skills or strategies.
For the same reason, people could train their bodies relatively easily if they spent mana and did physical exercise.
But how on earth could a talented enough man to join the Knights use so much mana that he shuddered while doing push-ups? Three of them?
Gaius, who was at a loss for a moment, realized how to do it when he saw their faces messed up like potatoes in a hoe.
I was beaten. Literally like a bitch.
Then Nord spotted him and stood up.
The low-ranking knight he was sitting on the floor… As far as Gaius remembered, the knight, whose name was probably Poet, straightened his face, but immediately after that, he stiffened.
〈It is important to maintain body temperature when exercising on a cold day. The trick is to keep the temperature the same as possible. Do you know?〉
Having said that, Nord made a large block of ice on his back and threw it up.
It was an impromptu magic combination. The combination of 〈 Freezing Hand 〉 and 〈 Water Creation 〉 pressed against Poett’s back heavier than the larger man.
〈Thank you? Right? Isn’t it nice to be cool when you’re sweating?
No, that’s right, but shouldn’t we keep warm on days like this? Gaius thought so, but kept his mouth shut, thinking that it was not good to meddle in other people’s training methods.
Although it was his subordinates who were taught.
“Me, how are those friends doing that?”
For a moment, an expression appeared on Nord’s face as if he was asking if you were asking that. But before Gaius could question it, he smiled and nodded his head.
〈… Yes?〉
Could it be that he learned the family’s swordsmanship overnight? Gaius doubted his ears for a moment.
It wasn’t even half a day since he started training at the gymnasium. Even Gaius didn’t have the confidence to learn a martial art he’d never seen before – a skill different from the original weapon – in such a short amount of time.
It was natural. Because understanding and experiencing are completely different fields.
‘It would be possible if I just imitated the posture, but…’
Perhaps aware of Gaius’ dubious feelings, Nord stretched out his hand behind him to make a sound.
If you pretend, you pretend. Gaius jumped up and looked at his subordinate, who brought his sword, with subtle eyes. Should we be wary of outsiders pampering the family’s household chores?
‘Well. No, if you were taught by a master like him, you might not be able to suppress the self-sufficient respect.’
Gaius decided to understand that.
Nord gripped the sword in the way he did it or not, and unleashed his swordsmanship as fast as Gaius had, or twice as fast. Seven postures unfolded swiftly.
Gaius’ eyes widened. Although he did not know the reason, he wrapped his body with mana and developed at tremendous speed, but there was nothing that his dynamic vision, carrying the name of an honorary aristocrat, could not follow.
‘You really learned… !’
Seven postures, not all of which were perfect. Rather, there are signs that it seems to have been learned a little dryly.
However, Gaius did not find it strange. After all, what would he gain by focusing on his family’s swordsmanship?
For Gaius, it is the secret sword of Armials, one of his pride, but for Nord, it is just a minor exercise to get new inspiration. There is no reason to learn desperately.
To him, this half-day was an attempt to get a hint to raise his level in another family’s swordsmanship, and it must have been a time that was only in that position. It wouldn’t matter if you were passionate about analyzing technology, but it didn’t make sense to be passionate about learning.
‘But he learned that much while training his subordinates? In just a few hours?’
How much genius could such a feat be possible?
It was doubtful that even a puppet who could tune his body down to the tips of his fingers would be able to do such a thing.
The low-ranking knights, who had become body-raising machines, could not hide their astonishment. It was because even in their eyes, Nord’s swordsmanship seemed to reproduce their own strengths.
Gaius swallowed at the feeling of his thirst. Perhaps, if he taught the swordsmanship of intermediate knights, Nord would be able to easily practice the ‘secret sword’ or ‘elixir’ and even techniques?
And if possible, wouldn’t that innate genius express opinions on the family’s swordsmanship from a completely different perspective than Gaius’s? If that’s the case–
Gaius, who came to his senses, cleared his throat. Nord stared at him who was so flustered, and the moment he thought it was now, he aimed for the right moment and brought out his words.
“If possible, could you teach me directly from tomorrow?”
Teach a genius like this? Is that possible with your talent? Gaius groaned skeptically.
Of course, the secret sword that Gaius had mastered had a much deeper and more complicated group hidden, but that depth was always from intermediate/advanced swordsmanship.
If he couldn’t teach it, he couldn’t claim to have a superior understanding of the lower level swordsmanship than the Nords. Could it be that the bottom line will be revealed in a few hours?
Nord said, laughing even more at his disapproval.
〈Of course, it doesn’t matter if it’s difficult. However, it was a very excellent swordsmanship, so I would be happy if I could have a discussion with the Knight Commander about its profundity.〉
─It flinched.
Gaius stiffened his shoulders as if he had revealed his true intentions, and Nord grinned knowingly.
He said, ‘Did he catch me wanting to talk about martial arts…? …’
Gaius smiled bitterly at the shame and disrespect.
It was like looking into someone else’s heart. As far as Gaius knew, there was only one Romanian elder he served as his lord who could see into the minds of others as well as he did.
〈… Good. I can’t teach you, but as long as I share my thoughts on the sword, it won’t be a big problem.〉
After enduring the shame, Gaius was delighted with this heart-to-heart.
Is it a sense of kinship between those who are blocked by the same level wall? Nord and he were competing to see who would reach the next level first, but if they were of this kind, the fight would be a friendly one.
─It flinched.
Gaius smiled at the handshake, and this time Nord rolled his eyes in all directions.
It was like a religious person who realized that this was not a bar but a meeting place for warlocks only after getting drunk, but this time Gaius didn’t know why he was making that expression.
“That, I said… A master class, well, a distant goal.〉
Thus, the two mithril-class warriors shook hands. The low-ranking knights, tired of shaking hands with such masters, were looking up with envy and envy.
But they didn’t know yet.
A future where, by the day Nord leaves, they will be fit for his training.
〈Hidebub.〉
─Thump!!
Only Poet, with his head hanging deeply, regretted his cubism as he was squeezed into a heavy block of ice.
