The price for upsetting the stone Buddha was great.
âNo.â
âNo.â
âEven weirder than before.â
Ellen pointed out that all the sword techniques I displayed were wrong. Then, she demonstrated the right way to do the technique in front of me.
âThis is how you do it.â
ââŚâŚUh.â
âTry it.â
Damn it. This was like getting hit by a boomerang. I was paying the price for poking at this kid to make fun of her. It really pissed me off.
As I clumsily followed her movements, she shook her head.
âNo. Thatâs completely different.â
Ellen showed me the correct movements again step-by-step and told me to repeat them again. Of course, whatever I did, my moves were bound to look strange to her. Iâm totally unskilled after all.
As a result, in exchange for making Ellen Artorius, who was like a stone Buddha, angry, she gave me specific training in swordsmanship.
The strongest person in my class was teaching me, so, in the end, this was a good outcome.
She was someone that wouldnât have helped me even if I personally asked her.
However, she didnât do this to help me. Ellen, who got angry after my server criticism and teasing, gave me lessons to do the same to me.
The result was good, but the process was strange.
I didnât mean for this to happen, so I got more annoyed.
âNot like that.â
Ellen repeatedly told me âNot like this, not like that.â as if to retaliate for the lesson I gave her.
Wha, whatâŚ.
In fact, I should feel thankful right now, as the girl with the strongest talents in the world who was also busy with her own training went out of her way to help me with my swordsmanship training.
That was how I should feel.
ââŚWhy not?â
I was angry. I was even more angry because I didnât deserve to be angry. I was so mad, I had to change this up, and get back at her.
I.
I was the the total incarnation of a hypocrite. I found it funny to tease others, but got annoyed as soon as someone did it to me.
A child was a child, so there was no excuse for that.
However I was a somewhat screwed up adult, so I was a bit twisted.
âHey. I know youâre good at it. Uh. So if youâre giving me lessons, why wonât you teach me properly, huh?â
Facing my own ugly nature head-on, I became a little passive.
âSo like this.â
Ellen demonstrated moves that were close to picturesque. When she looked at me with curious eyes, wondering why I couldnât do it, it felt like she was poking at me thoroughly.
Yes, I was the perfect incarnation of a hypocrite.
See you later in the dining room.
Iâll get you later.
* * *
After that day, whenever we made something in the kitchen and Ellen cooked I would criticize her and nag while giving her instructions. And when I was in the gym, Ellen would give me extremely strict lessons while I was practicing my swordsmanship.
It was like we were instructing each other. If one were just to hear these words, one might think what we shared was a beautiful friendship.
However, I didnât think what grew between us was friendship by instructing each other, but malice.
âFrickin hell, why donât you know something as simple as that? Donât you know what a measuring cup is? Or how to read a cookbook?â
âAnnoying.â
In the kitchen.
âYou have to move your arms by this much, to that degree, like this. Why canât you do it?â
âBecause Iâm exhausted. Itâs been a few hours, if I were able to move like that in this condition, that would be hella weird, man.â
âWhat about earlier?â
ââŚO, of course, I did better then! I was in better shape after all!â
ââŚIf you thought that was betterâŚ. Maybe you need to suffer a bit more.â
âYouâre oh so great, huh?â
In the gym.
Like this we were building up that chain of malice caused by our extreme instructions.
By the way, even though she always said it was annoying, she definitely had fun cooking. She seemed tired of snacks. I could see that she was doing what I taught here even though she wasnât that good at it.
Technically, she genuinely seemed to want to learn how to cook for herself even after listening to my instructions, rather than just wanting to show off what she cooked to me.
I had to learn swordsmanship to increase my physical abilities anyway, so I did what Ellen told me to.
It wasnât just swordsmanship training.
âTry.â
I also sparred with Ellen. When I rushed and stabbed my sword towards her, Ellen put her sword against mine and slid it outwards, and hit my solar plexus with her right shoulder.
-Puck!
âKak!â
As soon as I fell, Ellen put her sword against my neck.
âYouâre dead.â
This couldnât even be called sword play anymore, it was just a one-sided beating. Whatever I did, she just sent me flying in an instant.
âWasnât that a body blow? Thatâs a foul, isnât it?â
At my cheeky words, Ellen just tilted her head.
âThere are no such things in a real battle.â
Those were some cruel words for a child to say, but she was right, so I couldnât refute.
After that, Ellen taught me various forms of swordsmanship, offensive and submission techniques while practicing like that. Ellen knew a lot of things we hadnât learned yet from the swordsmanship theory lecture.
It was true that it was more beneficial to train with a living partner than just stubbornly training swordsmanship techniques on your own.
I looked up her physical data out of curiosity. There werenât any details, and a lot of her talents were redacted, but it did get announced in the classroom. It was like a simplified form of the status screen, so to speak. This was also used in the original.
It was very simplistic, compared to my status that the system displayed to me. Information that the physical scanner wouldnât be able to grasp would not be displayed on it. For example, the rank of oneâs swordsmanship or the skills one had.
Ellen had a lot of talent, but the list got reduced a lot by Temple, only leaving Weapon Mastery and Magic Control. Although she already had the comprehensive talent, Weapon Mastery, Magic Control was another one. It included the talents Magic Manipulation, Magic Sensitivity and Magic Growth.
Just by having these two talents, she was already far ahead of Bertus, and yet they dared to call her Number 2.
She wouldnât even need a talent to be better.
Even when considering her physical abilities, Ellen far exceeded mine which were mostly ranked as F or D.
In the combat rank classifications, there is little change in the rank even if oneâs numbers increased and one reached a higher rank.
In that classification system, Ellen was already at a ridiculously high level.
Having a Status of S Rank and higher was at the level of a superhuman. In the first place, that rank could only be reached by someone of master level or higher.
I didnât know what her combat rank would be, but it would probably be above A Rank.
None of her classmates, or anyone from the Royal Class for that matter, possessed that level of physical ability.
âUrk!â
âHuk!â
âKerk!â
âUwark!â
.
.
.
Didnât it seem like that bastard was just using this as an excuse to beat me up?
However, I also realized a lot of things through that.
In the end, swordsmanship wasnât just about using the sword, but the whole body, including oneâs fists and feet. There were even techniques that implemented characteristics of grappling that included performing faints with the sword to grab the opponentâs collar.
That was how I came to the realization that the arm that didnât hold the sword was also very important, whether holding the sword with both hands, to deflect the enemyâs sword, to subdue the enemy empty handed or to catch the enemyâs blade.
There were so many applications that I couldnât memorize all of them.
âUgh!â
â Thud!
At the time, she flicked away my sword, she almost crushed me, not forgetting that strange action of pointing her sword at my neckâŚ
âYouâre dead.â
âŚtelling me that I was dead after subduing me.
âYouâre heavy, manâŚ.â
Even if it was part of swordsmanship, donât ride on me like that. During our spars, Ellen showed me many different ways how one could get beat up with a sword. This time she showed me something dumbfounding.
ââŚâŚAre you making fun of me right now?â
âWhat?â
âAre you now holding your sword upside down to beat me up?â
She was holding her sword blade and hit me on the head with the cross guard. When I saw that, I felt it was so ridiculous I almost froze. Was she insulting me?
Ellen shook her head.
ââŚItâs actually a way to use it. Against heavily armed enemies.â
âIs there really such a strange technique in swordsmanship? What if one ended up cutting their hand?â
âIt wonât cut that easily.â
Ellen said that it wasnât only possible because this was a training sword, but I didnât trust her 100% on that. Anyway, as I already knew from first-hand experience, Ellen wasnât on the level of having to learn swordsmanship like my other classmates.
Ellen tried teaching me her swordsmanship, including how to subdue an enemy, and told me to try it as well. In other words, she beat me up so much that my losses couldnât be counted anymore, so in the end, she had no other choice but to explain it to me slowly.
She taught me how to deflect a sword, how to use my left arm without holding the sword, and finally something similar to toppling techniques to make your opponent fall, which seemed like they came straight up out of a martial arts game.
Still, I was starting to wonder if I could ever do these kinds of things.
âYouâre too slow, and your motions are clumsy.â
Even while I was getting crushed under her, Ellen shook her head as if this wasnât it either. No, well, if I were a real adolescent boy, I would be really excited to be in this kind of situation right now! This is really crossing the line!
Couldnât she see that No. 5 Cliffman, who was standing beside us at the moment, clinging to his sword, was spying on us, wondering what we were doing? Couldnât she see him swallowing hard?
Wait.
Wh, why was she?
He, hey, hey!
She was looking at me as if I was just a little brat!
âDo it again.â
Not only me, but Ellen was also covered in sweat as she was sparing with me for a long time now.
I thought that now was the right timing. My opponent was extremely arrogant and saw me as just a child.
As a result.
-Kang! Kakang!
âMy arm will rip ooout!â
âIt wonât.â
We were both focused on swordsmanship practice and the lessons.
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The date of the duel was just after lunch time on Sunday.
And since Friday, Ellen was making me practice quit the strange things.
âHold it tight.â
-Bang!
â!â
â Clink!
She slammed against the side of the sword I was holding while aiming forward.
The training sword, which escaped from my grasp, clattered on the gym floor.
âEvery technique in the world is useless if you lose your sword.â
If you lose something that essential, you would end up dead.
âYour grip is too weak.â
My grip was so weak that I would lose my sword with just a single hit like that. Ellen tried to test my grip strength on Friday, so she slammed away my sword rather than just suppressing me, demanding that I held onto it tightly.
Not only did my hands feel tingly, the more we continued to train the weaker my grip became.
And.
-Katchin!
How long have we been doing that? When Ellen hit the side of my sword once again, the sword shattered.
âWha, whatâŚ?â
As the sword got broken, my hand didnât hurt, but did she really hit so hard that she was able to destroy a sword? Ellen looked at the broken training sword and picked up the remaining pieces.
âTraining swords arenât durable usually. They break easily.â
It looked like she already broke a few of them before.
âThatâs what Temple uses though?â
âIt would be a problem if the training swords had too high a quality.â
Training swords had no edge at all. It would be a big problem, if one were to ever get hurt by using these. And it seemed like they purposefully used poor materials because if it turned out too durable nothing good would come from that. Even if it didnât have an edge, it could become a blunt weapon if one used enough strength.
âDonât let go of your sword.â
âItâs not as easy as it sounds, okay?â
After the sword broke I plopped down on the floor. I couldnât do anything anymore as my hands felt like they were about to break.
Grip strength was important.
As such Adriana kept on focusing on grip strength during her physical training. She continued training her grip, saying that a strong grip was essential in fighting with a sword.
Today, Ellen kept on testing if I would drop my sword or not by hitting it in different angles.
Cliffman also went back to rest, so it was just the two of us in the gym. Of course, there werenât always just us three here. Bertus and Erich also came by sometimes to train.
Bertus had a strange smile on his face when he saw me train with Ellen. He didnât say much about my planned duel, although he seemed subtly proud seeing what I was trying here.
He kind of gave the impression of watching his great subordinate No. 1 doing well even if left alone.
In addition, there was little friction between me and the other children as I was completely focused on training for the duel. Well, some of my hindrances had already been cleared up, so the other children probably didnât dare to touch me.
Still, all of the kids were looking forward to Sunday.
It was the day when Reinhardt, the psycho bastard, would receive some true education. All those who hated my guts would come to see the duel.
âYou will lose.â
Ellen suddenly told me. This girl hadnât said anything up until now about my duel.
It would be weird for her not to know, why I was focusing on training like that all of a sudden.
âI know.â
Everyone told me that I was going to lose, and I knew that. Ellen also knew I wasnât particularly confident about this either, so why was she talking about that so suddenly?
âDo you want to win?â
She even asked me things like that. I didnât know what her intentions were, but seeing Ellen ask these kinds of things, did that mean that we grew a bit closer at least?
Do I want to win?
âNaturally.â
It would be nice if I were able to win regardless whether itâs possible or not. I would get three times the points as my reward after all, my friend. Ellen didnât even look at me up to that moment, but then suddenly she turned her gaze directly at me. Her calm dark-blue eyes stared at me.
She really was picturesque.
âI know a method for you to win.â
ââŚWhat?â
What did she mean? No matter how much I thought about it, there was practically no way for me to defeat a guy with a high level swordsmanship talent as well as a sophomore. I had no idea what it was, but Ellen seemed to know at least one method for me to win this duel.
âWhat is it?â
ââŚâŚThink carefully what a duel is.â
That was all Ellen said.
âWait, what are you talking about?â
I grumbled besides her, asking what the hell she meant, but she kept her mouth shut as if she didnât want to tell me any more.
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