Chapter 133 – Isekai Milf – Saintess Arc (5)
134. Isekai MILF – Saintess Arc (5)
MacCallin offered to personally train me in swordsmanship through sparring.
Honestly, to him, I’m probably just a cute little kid, so it’s hardly sparring… But there’s no need to dwell on such useless thoughts.
“He’s going to train you directly. You’re quite a lucky kid.”
“Well, the Captain is pretty ruthless when it comes to this…”
The Holy Knights seemed to be on break, sprawled out nearby, but when MacCallin and I took up wooden swords and got into stance, they watched us with intrigued expressions.
“I’ll help you get that practical experience you want. Now, come at me.”
MacCallin stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, holding his sword.
I, too, took a similar stance, using the basics I’d practiced for the past few days, and faced him.
“Alright…”
I know I’m a novice at swordsmanship.
But I didn’t intend to just swing blindly; I carefully considered what he had told me and tried to execute the best moves I could.
-Whoosh!
I quickly approached, using my front foot as a stepping stone, and put my weight into an upward slash.
Given the height difference, a downward slash would be tactically disadvantageous, so I aimed to strike his armpit diagonally upwards.
He blocked it with a dull ‘thud,’ which was expected…
“Whoa!”
As I tried to follow up after my attack was blocked, MacCallin quickly touched the tip of his sword to his palm and pushed me away.
I was sent sprawling and ended up landing on my butt in a comical fashion.
This guy is such a thug.
My training clothes were dirtied with shallow patches of soil, so I brushed them off and stood up. MacCallin calmly opened his mouth and pointed out my flaws.
“You came at me from so far away, practically announcing, ‘I’m going to attack here,’ so I just pushed you away according to your movements. Your preparation is unnecessarily long.”
“Ah…”
MacCallin was right. My pre-attack movements were so long that he could easily figure out my intentions.
I calmly picked up my sword again and approached, trying to maintain a poker face.
As I approached with a stoic expression, twitching slightly, MacCallin chuckled and held his sword in a proper stance. To eliminate the simplicity of my pattern, I tried to quickly stab at his hand, forcing him to use a blocking motion, but this time he easily dodged to the side and swung his wooden sword at me, stopping it right above my head.
Just like in kendo.
“If you see an opening, you need to quickly pull your sword back and get into stance. Your reflexes are too slow.”
“…………”
It felt like the dodge and attack happened almost simultaneously… It seems a bit harsh, but I won’t dwell on it.
…………….
MacCallin’s harsh swordsmanship training continued.
90… no, 90 seconds. In the blink of an eye, my record was over 3:0. There’s definitely a big difference in our basics and build-up. And then, the same merciless process continued.
‘My stamina is almost gone… Let’s just do it right once. Really right.’
I was secretly seething inside because I couldn’t see a single opening, and it seemed to show in my eyes.
MacCallin and the surrounding Holy Knights looked at me, still burning with fighting spirit, with intrigued expressions.
“You have good eyes. Now, pick up your sword again. Well… if your stamina is depleted, you can rest.”
“Yeah, kid! You’ve held up incredibly well against the Captain. No joke, really!”
MacCallin, quickly noticing my legs slightly trembling, shrugged and gestured with his eyes, asking what I was going to do.
What else can I do?
“…………”
“Hmph…”
I picked up my wooden sword again in a proper stance, lowered my center of gravity, and slowly advanced.
MacCallin gave a wry smile and, in turn, took a serious stance to match me.
If I clash, I’ll lose.
If it goes beyond two exchanges, I’ll lose due to the basics.
‘I have to finish it with the first attack.’
My concentration reached its peak.
I quickly advanced, and just like in the first spar, I took a diagonal upward slash, aiming for his armpit. MacCallin tried to push me away with force while clashing, and…
Swoosh!
“!”
At that moment, I quickly stopped my upward slash and simultaneously stepped to his side. The feint and movement happened almost at the same time.
A small psychological tactic using his fast reaction speed. And…
-Whoosh!!
The movement of my sword, following my step, naturally changed to a diagonal downward strike as I quickly twisted my wrist.
In other words, the point of impact instantly changed from under his armpit to the opposite side of his neck. It was truly a decisive blow.
It was the most precise and fastest move I had made so far!
The speed of the downward strike would be faster than his defense, so this was definitely a hit.
-Clack
“Ah…?”
Surprisingly, with animalistic speed, he quickly lowered his center of gravity, and while clashing his sword diagonally, he knocked my wooden sword away.
MacCallin’s posture, even bending his knees to knock away my sword, was the most intense movement I had seen so far… but I didn’t feel particularly proud, just looked at him with a blank expression.
I was sure it had landed.
“Kid, you…”
MacCallin suddenly looked at me with a hardened expression.
The other Holy Knights also became serious and were whispering among themselves. From what I could gather, they were saying something about the previous clash, adding the words ‘quite…’
“Were you really trying to win… It’s absurd. Alright, Raul. Let me tell you a few things about your last move.”
“Ah… Yes!”
“First of all, your movements were smooth and bold, which was good. However, because you tried to quickly switch to a reverse parabola to exploit my weakness, the power of your slash was reduced, and the point of impact might not be clear. This can be improved with continuous training… but know that it’s a clear gamble. If you keep using such psychological tactics, your opponent will naturally be aware of it, and they could use a quick thrust to… no, wait a minute.”
MacCallin stopped talking abruptly.
“Damn it. He’s not a Holy Knight. What am I even talking about?”
He scratched the back of his head and finished his lecture by giving me a rough summary.
No. I was listening properly. Why…
“Anyway, if it were a simple enemy, they would have tried to block your first attack, and then your feint would have broken their stance…”
MacCallin made a gesture of slitting his throat with his hand.
“And you would have taken their neck. Yikes. Should I tone down my expressions?”
“It’s okay!”
He seems to have a slightly different personality from the traditional Holy Knights.
His way of speaking is very straightforward.
Anyway… I was feeling dejected until just now, but as they say, praise makes even whales dance, so hearing praise from a high-ranking Holy Knight wasn’t so bad.
No, honestly, I felt really good.
The feeling of when I first learned basketball comes back to me.
From that time, I had a mindset of wanting to be psychologically superior to my opponent no matter what.
If I wasn’t skilled, I wanted to throw chili powder at them.
And of course, I was well aware that there were limits to this unorthodox movement.
In the first year of middle school, I met a guy with really solid basics and got completely destroyed.
He was even a year younger than me… which means I lost to an elementary schooler…
But now, I have a proper expert to correct my amateurish movements. And not just any Holy Knight, but a high-ranking one.
Anyway, after that, I always ran to the cathedral with my wooden sword in the morning.
It seemed like Senior Knight MacCallin also got hooked after that day’s sparring, and he enthusiastically taught me. During breaks, he would even pester me, asking if I had any thoughts of going up to the royal capital with him.
I listened calmly to even the more brutal explanations and even asked questions, so I was able to hear the fundamental aspects of swordsmanship in detail, and that became the foundation of my basics.
Sweating and mingling with men…
…Maybe it’s not so bad?
…………….
“I don’t want to have sex.”
“Huh…?”
“I don’t want to have sex right now. I’m too tired after training.”
“M-My Lord…?! What do you mean by that…”
Night at the convent.
Beleani and Olivia, who were talking to me in my room, turned pale at my resolute words.
The words finally came out of my mouth.
Considering that I had been playing the good boy to avoid hurting the nuns, this statement was quite blunt.
What are you going to do if I don’t want to?
If a person is tired, they should sleep. I’ve been running on endorphins all day.
The reason they came to me was because the frequency of intercourse had become so low that it had almost stopped, so they came to ask me if there was a problem.
I received their pleading, affectionate requests, but I brushed them off with a casual, ‘I’ll think about it…’ and sent them away.
Once I was alone again, I lay down comfortably on the bed, exhausted, and fell into thought.
‘Has it been over a week since the Saintess arrived…? I don’t know how long she’ll be here, but it won’t be a month.’
“Divine power…”
Divine power, the main goal of capturing the Saintess.
As I pondered my original plan, I began to make a deduction that I would never have imagined in normal circumstances.
Is divine power that important?
Wasn’t I trying to take life too easily?
Honestly, wasn’t I?
I have the power of hypnosis, so if I want to sleep with a beautiful woman, I can do it anytime with a reasonable compromise. But this fulfillment of swinging a sword and gradually getting stronger…
When else will I be able to feel this emotion?
Having lived my previous life in complete chaos, this experience was very precious.
“Isn’t this wooden sword the other value and happiness I’ve found?”
As my thoughts reached that point, I held the wooden sword above my head and stared at it intently.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed like the tip was glowing.
…………….
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-The Space of the Gods-
“Isn’t this wooden sword the other value and happiness I’ve found?”
In a large space mirror, Raul’s video, saying those words to himself, was reflected.
“…And he’s doing that. Louis.”
Cassia, slightly brushing her blue bob, gave a wry smile.
-What is he even doing…
-Swinging a sword is not fun at all.
-Hey, hey…!! But MacCallin is surprisingly good at taking care of him after it’s over… This picture is pretty good, right? If you look at their chemistry, it’s like Raul is usually grumpy, but when he gets hurt…
-Someone please shut her up!
A large dormitory building where lower gods reside.
In the lobby on the first floor, the goddesses were gathered, all throwing out a word or two while watching the space mirror that reflected Raul.
“…How could I have known it would turn out like this. W-Well, it’s good. Everyone can focus on their work, so our performance will improve.”
“Oh my, Louis. We all know you have a mountain of videos saved in your room. Don’t pretend to be so modest. Oh, and I copied them too, while I was at it.”
“Why, why did you come in without permission!!!”
As Cassia and Louis were bickering cutely, the numerous goddesses clung to Louis, urging her to do something.
But Louis seemed reluctant to give a definite answer, and she kept mumbling and hesitating.
Honestly, it was too degrading for her to go down there and say, ‘Have sex already!’ Even though she was a proxy, did she really have to go this far as a goddess…?
Thus, she was falling into a sense of futility, receiving the gazes of her fellow goddesses, filled with madness and lust.
“I knew it from the start that he was picky about goddesses, and now he’s even forgetting his duty… Isn’t your proxy getting a bit too presumptuous, Louis?”
“Marivi…”
Marivi, swaying her flowy, curly brown hair, approached Louis.
She began to say something to Louis.
