How to live as a wanderer

It took strength for a normal person to stop cutting with all his strength. The Pokémon's power is originally borrowed from the target's weapon.

And John did the same. Kaegal immediately realized why.

"It's a force!"

Kaegal looks at John's hand and the sack of Longsword that he holds. I felt like I grabbed it lightly, but the sack squeaked as if I squeezed out the strength of my breast milk.

The sword must not be broken or worn out. It was John's power.

“Open your hands. ”

“? ”

“Did you use all your strength? ”

“No, I grabbed it lightly. ”

“You grabbed the sword lightly? Why are you holding it like that? ”

Even a novice, if he held the scabbard tightly, he caught it, not lightly.

“I've taken it hard and broken it a few times. ”

Weapons like Longsword here were precious. The Eights were a knight family, but they weren't so famous that they could destroy a well-refined Longsword.

As a child, John smashed three training swords, and after that, he was threatened that if he broke one more time, he would not give up his weapon.

It was old and shabby, but it was better than nothing in this countryside. John was cherishing Longsod himself.

“Catch this. ”

Kaegal pulls out a metal plate. John's got you.

“Pull as hard as you can. ”

The metal plate was torn apart with a blunt sound. Kaegal's eyes widen even further.

“What a monstrous power...”

“Not even a monster. ”

John said as if to complain. He was well built and had natural powers, but that's not a monster.

“It seems you've never used your powers properly since you've been useless. If you were born a thousand years ago, you'd be a mythical hero. ”

There were unbelievable heroes in the myths of the ancient empire. A hero who submerged his body in the River of the Underworld and was unable to enter the Spear Blade, or who destroyed a massive temple with innate power.

Of course, no one really believed in this. It was just an epic passing. But Carnegal knew. An epic poem like that was invented because there was someone who had the ability to match it.

Even if the spear didn't go in, at least the muscles and skin would be as tough and rigid as that of the beast, and even if it couldn't break the temple, it would break the neck of the bull.

And in Kaegal's view, John's super-strength was enough to fit into that category. It wasn't just because it was fit and had good natural strength.

Beyond common sense!

It was long lived and wandered not only in the Empire, but elsewhere. I have seen a few times those who show power beyond ordinary mortals like John.

Among them, John came first. Ferfendo, a knight rumored to possess the power of giants in the Kingdom of Erence, and Kaimoud, known for his power among the Yenisheri of the Asman Empire, did not seem quite so.

After Kaegal's disappearance, John becomes anxious. Is there a problem?

“Does it matter? ”

“Does it matter? No, it doesn't matter. It's not like you can't control yourself because of your overwhelming power. ”

A force beyond common sense. A natural body. An eye that recognizes the essence of technology. And a wild, sharp instinct that ties all of this together. John was a warrior already completed before teaching. Kaegal raises his head and extends his fingers. It was seven.

“It's time to teach you. ”

“Seven years. Hmm. I don't know if I can hold out in this territory. ”

Can Gessen Eights live for seven years?

I didn't think I could live a life of self-control.

“It's not seven years. ”

“? ”

“Seven days. One week is enough. ”

“Yes…? ”

“In order to teach the female assassins who are easy to understand in person, 7 minutes is enough if you learn the skill. ”

“Isn't that too fast? ”

John's eyes had now turned to disbelief. I didn't hate the thought of teaching too soon. Kaegal shakes his head.

“When you treat a lion cub as an adult, your claws are worthless. Don't pretend to be weak. Lion.”

With the horse, Kaegal draws his sword. Slightly thinner and pointy than normal longsword. When he drew his sword, Kaegal turned from a dying old man to an assassin who had killed a lifetime.

“Now that I know you're a lion, it's time to learn. The stiff-necked knights are my brother, so I'm just saying, I don't like that. You're the only one who realizes it at first glance, so once you try it, you'll be completely embodied. ”

“Wait…! ”

John realizes what Kaegal is trying to do. The moonlight blade emits a terrifying glow. Seven paces away, Kaegal wields his sword in front of him. John gripped his teeth and leaned over. The sword slashes past you.

Kaegal smiles satisfactorily. Despite the serious stabbing, you avoided it.

It was a lion.

“This is the guild's method called NESOS. ”

If you don't know an opponent who specializes in surprise, even an excellent knight can get his throat pierced. The swift bounce after loosening the foot movement required cunning and strength.

“I understand you're an assassin. ”

John grumbles as if he were unhappy. Kaegal said with a dark smile.

“You realize I'm an assassin now? You're slower than I thought. Move! The immovable don't deserve to live. ”

The swordsman had to constantly move and fight. And John had already embraced the teaching.

John does not retreat for fear of the sword, but rather strides forward to keep Kaegal from swinging the sword. My natural instinct as a warrior was telling me.

John was already a warrior before Kaegal taught him. I just didn't know it was between sheep and pigs.

The young warrior and the old assassin face each other in the dark forest.

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Kaegal did not lie. One day was enough for John to master all of Kaegal's skills. And two days later, John began to push Kaegal.

After three days, Kaegal had no choice but to keep up with John.

When he heard the sound of 'thumping’ and something flying next to him, John held it with his fist without turning around. A sharp awl flies towards the temple.

“When did you...? ”

“Did you see the assassin fight fairly? ”

“Obviously there was nothing there. ”

It was clear that John and Caigar had come here for the first time today, and even the place of training was determined by John. Kaegal couldn't have come here and installed it.

Then how the hell is this a trap?

“He taught me how to set a trap. You don't think as an assassin. Johann, I taught you all my skills, but that doesn't make you an assassin. Do you know what that means? ”

“I think I do. ”

John felt it while he was with Kaegal.

Assassins have different minds in their bones.

Kaegal taught John all about guild swordsmanship, his sword, and not just any residual technique, but also didn't teach John how to be an assassin.

It wasn't about teaching.

It was the mind of an assassin to enter a guild and realize by eating the blood of countless people.

If you do not realize it, you will die, and if you live, you will realize it.

“You are a lion. You don't have to force a lion to graze. I don't have to live as an assassin. Just learn how to deal with it. Unless you want to go digging. ”

Before he finished speaking, John kicked the tree. A thick tree splits open with a thumping sound. Kaegar looks back with a faint look on his face.

“Who told you to deal with that? ”

“Can't I? ”

“It's a very good way. ”

The delicate traps are broken if you smash the surroundings so carelessly. Kaegal moves on to the next trap when the plan fails. John followed cautiously.

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Another day's duel ended.

When John, who would normally have finished sweating, finished sweating a few drops, Kaegal realized that John had finished adapting.

It is no longer necessary to teach.

‘What a relief.’

I used to be a Kaegal who didn't stay in one place, but now I feel sorry for him.

“I have nothing more to teach you. ”

“...... ”

Instead of answering, John only stared at Kaegal. He asked for more time, but Kaegal refused.

“I haven't been in one place long. ”

“Because of the assassin?”

“No, you lunatic. It was before I became an assassin. What did you do to deserve an assassin? ”

John avoided looking embarrassed.

“I've taught you everything I can. There's a few things you haven't learned, but there's nothing you can do about it. Try the Fang Out. ”

Kaegal throws down a branch and says,

Originally, fang extraction was a skill to pull out the dagger or memory hidden in clothes and hold it in one hand. The skill allows you to kill the opponent in a crowded marketplace and escape as if you didn't know it.

However, John was not very good at this technique.

'Cause...

The rope!

The branches crumbled. Kaegal shakes his head.

“I said, pull back! ”

“It's gone! ”

“That's... right. If God gives us one, we take one. ”

It was not because the branches were weak. Even John broke a hard dagger or steel fang.

Thanks to his strength, he couldn't handle residue with his hands like that.

‘The sword and bare hands won't be enough for me anyway. ’

Kaegal didn't tell me. Pride was the enemy of warriors. Rather than a conceited wolf, I was better off with a frightened sheep.

“I'm satisfied as long as my skills don't go away. I don't want anything from you, and I don't want anything from you. Eat as much as you want and live well. ”

“Thank you, Master. ”

“I just have a few words to say. If you have something to teach me, tell me the name of Caigal of Nessus. ”

“I swear it.”

“And don't use any of the skills I've taught you. Remember to write. ”

“Do you kill your opponent? ”

“Yes. Kill it if you have to. It bothers me when I don't need to find out. Of course... hardly anyone recognizes him. ”

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