Chapter 20. Training (4)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Ambrtrn
That night, he looked for a book in Sylverine’s library to solve his doubts.
He put his hand to his forehead when he found the name Zelda Heart.
He had to know that name if he used a sword.
There were only ten Sword Masters in the world, and he was at the top.
He had reached the absolute limit of the sword.
Zelda Heart was the name of the legendary Sword God.
Nash bit his lip in frustration. He was at the top of the Combat Department, but he was still no match for Flynn in swordsmanship.
From the movement of his legs to the strength of his arms, his skill with the sword far exceeded that of a second-year student. There were even rumors that the Imperial Knights had connections with Flynn.
He was able to hold out so far because he was training with a wooden sword. If they had wielded a real sword, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand so many attacks.
Elliott was the only one who could rival Flynn in the sword. The two were so overwhelmingly skilled that they were considered geniuses among geniuses.
Flynn said as he held out his hand to the fallen Nash.
“It’s a natural outcome.”
Nash stood up with Flynn’s help.
“Have you ever known bad luck?”
Flynn turned away with a smile. Nash spoke again,
“Again. This time with a real sword.”
Flynn shook his head.
“Master Gael called me.”
Nash tried to provoke him.
“The rumor may spread that you are running away because you are afraid.”
Flynn, who shook his head in disgust, drew his sword.
“I can’t play with you for long.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Nash admired Flynn’s sword.
Occam’s sword. It was the legendary sword that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Ermia family. It was a famous sword given to the Ermia family by the Dwarf King for their contribution in a war 400 years ago. Runes were embedded into the blade of the sword to make it sensitive to the user’s mana.
Nash asked for a real fight, just to see the sword again.
He too unsheathed his sword.
“It won’t be easy.”
The two men pointed their swords at each other.
A blue mist rose from Flynn’s sword. Immediately, the air became heavy.
A cold sweat ran down Nash’s back from the pressure of the sword.
This situation did not last long.
Nash was the first to attack Flynn.
Flynn took a step back to avoid the attack. Then, he countered immediately.
Nash tried to defend himself with his sword.
The fight was decided on Flynn’s first attack.
When Nash raised his hand, all he saw was the hilt of his sword.
The blade of his sword was on the floor.
“Rest. I’m leaving.”
Nash sat down on the floor.
Flynn knocked on Gael’s office door. Soon, a voice told him to come in.
Gael was sitting on the windowsill, polishing her sword with a handkerchief.
“Master Gael, you called for me?”
Gael gestured for him to sit down. Flynn sat in the visitor’s chair.
“I’m sweaty because I was training. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry. How is your father?”
“By the way, why did you call me?”
“I have something to ask you.”
Gael was Flynn’s master. She had been Flynn’s master since he was 11 years old. Flynn was able to get into the Academy easily because of Gael. He felt he had to give back what he received, so he felt he was indebted to Gael. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com
“I’ll do anything.”
She nodded slightly.
“…Well, it won’t be too hard.”
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