096. Swordsmanship Lesson (2)

Before the swordsmanship class begins.

In the middle of the empty gymnasium at Ramieli Academy, Zeke pursed his lips.

‘Sweeup, I know he’s happy that his body is getting better, but no matter how hard he suddenly hit his lips.’

I went closer to take a closer look at Iriel’s condition, but my lips were taken away.

Something suddenly got up and I was about to fall, so I held on to it,

Like a blind man trying to figure out things, he fumbled with his face.

I wonder if my eyes are not getting better, so I turn my head slightly and look around

Suddenly grabbing your face and kissing.

It was very hot like a romance.

Of course, I somehow prevented the tongue from getting in, but… … .

‘Haa, isn’t it okay to be a student and a teacher?’

Of course, if you wanted to, you could turn your face away or throw yourself right into the bed.

Iriel was also in a rather serious condition, and her vitality was almost exhausted, so the automatic defense did not work.

‘Yes, it could be because the patient is crazy. It could be, but… … .’

Before Zeke could say anything, Serena yelled out loud, and for some reason, the soy spoon also said with eyes full of betrayal, ‘I did the treatment…’ … I missed the timing to say something because I muttered something.

Then, on the contrary, Zeke found his cool.

“Serena, Elise. Calm down for now. Aren’t you sick?

Serena, who grumbled and still biting her lips, and the soy spoon, who couldn’t hide her resentment, were bothered, but first, take a look at Iriel.

“Iriel, are you okay?”

“……trillion”

She tried to say something, but her voice seemed to choke from her screaming.

‘Um, recovery isn’t a long term… … . Still, I didn’t have too much muscle damage. He just ran out of energy.’

The mental problem was quickly transferred to the body, and the body itself did not seem to be damaged that much. If there was a saint, it would probably have healed with just one finger.

Zeke placed his hand on Iriel’s forehead and transformed it into a tattoo on his right hand, filling her body with the mana of her attributes.

That alone energized her and instantly brightened her complexion.

Iriel was amazed and touched his body.

“Can you tell me now?”

“……uh.”

“It’s fortunate that the body was broken in a short time. The initial response was good. Let’s say thanks to Elise here.”

“……Zeke.”

“One day will be enough for the body to recover. Then we’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

So Zeke spat out the words and turned his back.

Iriel reached out his hand behind Zeke’s back, but Zeke quickly walked out of her room without hesitation.

And class time soon.

‘ah… … . Shiba, how do you look at your face… … .’

It was an insignificant murmur to be the words of a warrior who has been saving people for 10 years in his own way.

But it was unavoidable.

Even in the previous world, Zeke was not immune to this at all.

A hero who saves people, and even the title of a warrior depends on it

There were always mountains of women approaching him.

However, each time the saintess intervened and interfered

If you find out somewhere, it’s not really an approach by crush, but a build-up to hit the back.

In other words, most of them were honey traps.

As the days go by, distrust grows deeper

Slicing monsters and people to death is getting thicker

Contact with women is inevitable.

Zeke continued to touch his lips.

Touch and touch until it swells!

It would be very troublesome if it became known to Justia.

Of course, Serena and Soy wouldn’t be bragging about it, but they couldn’t help but be concerned.

Anyway, class time soon.

It was a class that came at the same cycle as usual, but starting from the Justia banquet, sudden liberation, Serena’s family visit, and Iriel’s treatment, etc.

Since so many things happened in a row, Zeke felt like he was in a class for the first time in a long time.

“What are you thinking?”

Hearing the sound from the side, Zeke lowered his hand that had been touching his lips as if nothing had happened.

Somehow, it seemed like I hadn’t seen him in a very long time.

Eric, whom the principal ordered to keep an eye on.

“Umm, no, nothing. So, what I said to prepare is ready.”

“……Yes. I prepared it, but what the hell is this……”

“Put those iron skewers into the floor, two at a distance so narrow that a sword can barely fit. A total of five sets.”

“Yes… yes…”

“And when that’s done, attach two sandbags to the ends of the wooden swords.”

“Yes…….”

As I gave the order and waited, one by one the students gathered in the class.

And among them, there was also Iriel, who had a slightly pale complexion, as if her body had not fully recovered yet.

Zeke consciously banished the thought of lip smacking.

‘Now I have to teach the sword.’

damn, two months.

I only ran rounds of physical training.

Looking at the prayers of the students again, it was a short time, but a refined atmosphere was revealed, as if the efforts so far were not false.

‘While beating them with bread, stimulating their muscles with mana, and getting rid of bad habits.’

Whatever the case may be, the five people who have gathered here are children who have been following the hard basic training without saying anything.

He had more than enough qualifications to learn the sword.

‘It’s a bit early, but I’ll be fine.’

Zeke nodded his head in satisfaction.

All the students gathered and fixed their eyes on Zeke.

He is quite nervous about what kind of hell will unfold today.

“Now, I’m going to cut the basic training time in half. I’ll go home and do the training I couldn’t do here.”

“That, that word!”

Rosnante shouted excitedly.

Zeke nodded.

“Okay, now I’ll teach you the sword.”

“…!”

Then the eyes of the other students also changed.

In particular, Serena’s eager gaze can feel the heat.

“However, there is not enough class time, so I can only take care of two people a day. Each of them has to train a different swordsmanship, so it’s an inevitable choice.”

“Then what do the rest of the students do in the meantime?”

Serena asked.

“Train the basics.”

*

A wooden sword and an iron skewer inserted at very thin intervals were placed in front of each student.

And what is tightly tied to the end of the wooden road is the sand bag that has been terribly harassing the students.

“While I teach two of my students, the rest will practice slashing down. Rosnante!”

“Nenet!”

“Take a wooden sword and lower it between the iron skewers to cut it.”

Rosnante listened to Zeke’s call with a stiff gesture.

‘Instructor Zeke Kleiman gives me priority!’

In the meantime, he was pushed back every time, and he demanded a lot of mana stones for mana load work.

Sad days passed through his mind.

But now that is over. I wonder if the appearance at the banquet in Justia left an impression.

‘It wasn’t a lie when you said that you would support me now!’

This is your chance.

Only this time will I show you that you have the qualities to serve.

It was only called as a teaching material, but Rosnante’s determination was extraordinary.

‘It’s been a while since I felt a cool and heavy feeling.’

Anyway, it was a wooden sword.

sniff

Rosnante gripped the wooden sword with both hands and raised the sword to the tip of his head.

And then slash it down violently!

Kagagak!! cooong!

Rosnante’s wooden sword mercilessly scratched the iron skewer and stamped on the floor.

A thick layer of dust rose.

“Cool! Cool!”

Rosnante coughed and looked at Zeke with expectant eyes.

Zeke nodded.

Rosnante clenched his fists.

“Yeah, you did a great job showing that this shouldn’t be the case. Good job, Rosnante.”

“…”

Hearing the swearing praise, Rosnante pursed his lips.

In front of Zeke, there was an iron skewer that was much wider than the other students.

And 10 gizzards were dangling from the ends of the bread.

‘Is that bread with an iron core stuck in it?’

‘How does bread withstand the weight of the sandbag?’

They were already accustomed to Zeke’s eccentricities, but they had no choice but to question them again.

However, as if he had no intention of answering their questions, Zeke lifted the bread with a nonchalant expression.

Unlike Rosnante, the tip of Zeke’s bread did not move.

‘What?’

serene stillness.

Seeing this, Soi’s eyes widened.

‘uh? when… … . up to the shoulder… … .’

The movement was so still that it seemed to have stopped at all.

At one point, the bread went between the skewers and came down to his chest.

Then it came down to the waist, and then to the knees.

So one sword.

The tip of Zeke’s bread almost touched the ground, but it didn’t.

He turned his head to Rosnante.

“You can see the difference.”

“… … Yes.”

“What difference did it make?”

“My sword was fast… … . Instructor’s sword was slow.”

Zeke shook his head.

“no. That’s not what’s important.”

“Then what does it matter?”

Zeke turned his head toward the students.

“I slowed it down just to show my posture a little better. It doesn’t matter if you do it quickly. But for those of you who can’t handle a sword yet, it’s too early. The important thing is that your posture should not be superfluous.”

Zeke put the tip of the bread between the gaps of the iron skewer.

“The starting point of a sword is basically a point. And the sword path is a line connecting the dots. In swordsmanship, how neatly the sword path can be drawn tells the swordsman’s skill.”

Swoop.

The bread was pulled down again, but it went up and down freely between the narrow metal skewers.

There was a clear difference from Rosnante’s sword, which was resisted by scraping an iron skewer.

“The perfection of this swordsmanship starts from the lack of superfluity of the sword.”

thud.

Zeke stamped the bread on the floor.

As if the weight of the sand bag wasn’t a lie, much more sand dust than Rosnante rose up in a thick layer.

“It takes 10 minutes for one downward cut. Cut while being careful not to touch the skewer on either side. If it hits the middle, immediately raise the sword up and start over.”

in Jack’s words

gulp

The neck of the students moved.

Although they were children who were confident in their strength to some extent,

I realized what this training means.

If you don’t succeed, you can’t lower your arm while holding the sword until the end.

And as you go backwards, your arms lose more strength, so the key to this training was to succeed quickly in the beginning.

“If you can draw like that, you can finish today’s class and go home, Eric.”

“Yes.”

“Let you direct.”

“All right.”

“Then, let’s train the basics like this… I’ll have to choose two people to teach today…”

Then, Serena and Rosnante, their eyes shining brightly.

“Elise and Iriel. Come out.”

A soy spoon that didn’t know his name would be called from the beginning

In the same way, Iriel’s eyes widened as he felt that Zeke was avoiding him.

Of course, Serena and Rosnante’s lips protruded and glared at them with grim expressions.