Chapter 55 – Conversation Isn’t Just Word of Mouth.
A campsite where the priests of the church rest and wait until there are injuries, and the academy cadets are cluttered.
It is also a waiting area for the cadets to wait until their turn comes.
Even if it’s a little far from the place where each individual class is held, it can be seen in my eyes and Eclair’s sight.
There was no other place other than that where the cadets could warm up and move lightly.
“Take good care of your power. If you make it to the point where you can’t fix it with holy power or if you really die, it will happen.”
“That’s not going to happen…But be careful.”
Well-
Moving her heavy armor, she headed directly opposite me and her.
The first thing I did before starting the class was to separate the space that Eclair would use and the space I would use while teaching.
I took my place in the middle of the forest where the trees were rising thickly, and Éclair chose a small open area right next to the campsite.
Unlike her, my class was different because it was based on the premise of improvisation and refinement of the senses rather than the sword technique itself.
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“These are…”
I dealt with a few students who had no motivation at all and sent them off.
I also had no fun dealing with guys who showed off what they didn’t want to do.
‘Are you really here?’
As I was sitting in the cool shade waiting for the next one, Chloe came to me first with a sword, not Eclair, just as Rike said.
Seeing blue eyes and gray hair fluttering through the trees, I stood up straight on my knees and waist.
“…Chloe Dritna cadet.”
“Yes Yes!”
Me and Chloe hadn’t had a conversation during class other than pointing out problems and answering them.
Unlike usual, when her name was called before the sparring started, she stood firm! She is posing
“…Today, the instructor is going to be a bit chatty. You don’t have to force yourself to answer, just listen. But keep your ears properly open.”
Sreung-!
Coolly pulling out the entry-level longsword, Chloe also slowly nodded her head and drew the sword.
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The roots of Dritna swordsmanship are specialized in defense rather than attack.
It must be because the family adhered to the image of being loyal and defending until the appearance of Eclair.
If it’s at the level of Eclair that has completely crossed the wall, the type of swordsman itself doesn’t have much meaning, and he has his own sword, so those characteristics won’t be easy to see.
If you share the sum with Chloe, you can taste the classic and solid drit or swordsmanship.
T-Dick-!
After neatly blocking the stones and pieces of wood she kicked, Chloe glared at me with a thoughtful expression.
The rate of stabbing was overwhelming than usual, probably because of the obstacles in the forest that were lined up with irregular widths.
Jjaeng! Kang-!
Hard metal collided between the sprawling trees and sparks flew.
I took a step back without continuing the attack.
“…?”
In normal sparring, the instructor’s sword must be pierced at a speed that can only be stopped by concentrating while holding breath.
Today, as he was swinging with limitless speed, Claw also had a questionable face.
“Have you ever heard that a cadet ‘speaks with the sword’?”
At the same time as he finished his words, he raised his longsword and slashed it down.
Coo!! A sound that can be compared to an explosion resounds, and a cloud of dust scatters into the sky.
“… So big!!”
“It doesn’t happen every time, but when you exchange sums like this with your opponent, there are times when your emotions come over your weapon.”
After the attack, Chloe’s knees trembled and her shoes dug into the dirt.
Kagagak-!!
“Sss-!”
She barked at the blade loaded with her power, and instead of answering her, she let out a drool.
“How is my sword right now? Do the excessively large motions and excessive power seem desperate? Or do you think I am angry?”
“Hoo-wook…!”
Chloe, who thrust her longsword away, didn’t answer, but regained her stance.
“The words ‘speak with the sword’ mentioned earlier are not lies intended to instill illusions in martial arts. The mercenary with few expressions may unwittingly express the anger and hatred he has been hiding… The feelings he wanted to convey but couldn’t put into words. It is also possible to deliver.”
Ping!
The moment I took a step, Chloe, who had taken a breath, stabbed me sharply.
He avoided the sword aiming at her throat and continued talking as he deviated from the path of the falling sword.
“There is nothing strange about not having such an experience until now, but this is not a matter of talent.”
Even though there was no answer until this point, Chloe’s eyes flinched at the word talent, as if she had kept her ears open as I said.
It looks like the body is getting stronger.
‘…There is definitely a competitive spirit.’
Non-woven-
Chloe’s foot spreads to the side and scratches her dirt floor.
As I tried to parry her attack, I squeezed her tingling hand and straightened my sword.
I thrust my sword towards the silent Chloe.
“If the goal of raising a weapon is narrow and clear, you may not have time to look at others… That’s not a bad thing, but you’ll have to look at something else today.”
Since you came first, I can’t let you go until you know.
*****
In case anyone noticed, Éclair held a sword in her left hand instead of her right during class.
As one of the cadets dropped out of class, a cheap sword remained, and the stone sword borrowed from Roman remained hanging around his waist.
‘It is not easy··.’
Before I started, I thought it wouldn’t be that difficult.
It seemed that most of the cadets would die if they exerted even a little force, and that gnawed at their nerves.
There were so many things to see when pointing out problems there that it was difficult to set a standard for where to start.
For Éclair, who had no particular experience of teaching others rather than passing opinions, the position of daily instructor was more burdensome and heavier than expected.
Since it was impossible to fix everything one by one due to time constraints, Eclair chose to slightly change the path of the weapon while accepting the cadets’ attacks in moderation.
The cadets nodded and went back with expressions that seemed to have made them feel refreshed.
Jerk- jerk-
Compared to when you come to the tent with food, your footsteps are as dry as the desert.
Seeing a familiar woman walking towards her with a steel bar in one hand, Éclair drew the sword she had stuck to the floor.
“This is Like from the Swordsmanship Department.”
‘…Where did you buy Skadi?’
Along with her calm greeting, her gaze turned to the stone sword hanging from her own waist.
Seeing her raise her head, expressionlessly spinning her rod, and catching her stance, Éclair held out her sword in her left hand in front of her.
Seeing her become a completely different person depending on her presence or absence of Roman, Éclair let out a laugh at her inside her helmet.
Platinum’s lover and Chloe’s friend… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting anything in any direction, whether my skills were great or shabby.
“You can come in anytime.”
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The first time the daughter of the Marquis of Skadi brought a weapon, Eclair thought of Enoch Skadi, whom she had met several times at the imperial court.
I thought that the cold, expressionless expression and atmosphere shown when Roman was not there were oddly similar to the Marquis.
However, after passing the age of his heyday, his momentum suddenly rose, but he felt a talent different from that of Enoch Skadi, who was unable to cross the wall.
Click-!
“It’s great.”
The moment the sword was put into the scabbard, the mouth naturally opened.
It was the first compliment I took out in class today, and it was sincere.
“… It’s thanks to meeting good people.”
Clearing her cold air at once, she smiled warmly, greeted her lightly, and returned to the camp with her half-bent weapon.
Does she think of someone? Eclair thought as she looked at her back as she returned with feathery steps.
‘A genius among geniuses…’
It also has a lot of hidden things.
It was the impression of Eclair that I felt while sharing a sum with Ricke for a few minutes.
At first, I wondered why he was holding a staff instead of a sword, but when I saw the proficiency he was using, the doubt disappeared at once.
As if there was a famous baton technique passed down in the family of Marquis Skadi, his weapon skills were about to reach a certain level at that age.
If the total amount of mana and experience are accumulated there, it is not possible to draw what kind of character will be born.
Among the academy cadets who were said to be raw meat on the outside, there was not a single person who could be put on the same line as that young lady.
‘····!’
Éclair held her breath when she saw the cadet coming next.
Power goes into the hand that holds her sword.
Widely-! Widely-!
No matter how much Roman rolled, the cadet was clearly worse than the other cadets.
Her gray hair is completely tangled and tangled, and her clothes and face are covered in dirt.
However, Chloe’s expression was not bad, as if there had been some desired result in the meantime.
It was strange to see Chloe not averting her eyes even though she was covering them with her armor.
How long had it been since I had seen her brother face-to-face like this?
At least she almost averted her eyes first.
“Chloe… This is Dritna…!”
Seeing Chloe waiting for her words, displaying great theft worthy of a knight undergraduate, Éclair pulled out the sword that had been resting for a while in his scabbard.
Seeing-!
With a sad sound, the blade reflected the sunlight.
“You may come right away.”
