The Bastard’s Way of Life of the Returning Swordsman

Episode 8

Sleeping Dragon now stretches (3)

Theo laughed inwardly.

‘This isn’t what I was originally aiming for.’

The reason why Theo gathered people by spreading rumors was to change the rumors about himself by defeating all those who were full of inferiority complexes.

However, there seemed to be something he hadn’t thought of.

-These are also swordsmen who live with Ragnar’s pride in their hearts.

Of course, I thought they would attack all at once if they provoked me.

Unsurprisingly, they had a deep resentment towards Lynch.

Did he see it as a disgraceful act that he shouldn’t have done as a swordsman for Ragnar?

Moreover, the moment Theo showed his real skills, he even realized his mistake and bowed his head.

It wasn’t just Sybil that looked like that.

Most of the watchers couldn’t look at this side properly, or rather, they were busy peeking at Theo infrequently with a red nose.

‘Well, this isn’t bad either.’

If the other person sincerely apologizes, responding properly to it is also an attitude that a prosecutor should have.

Chuck!

Theo, in the same way, solved the ceremony and took the sword.

“Theo Ragnar. He is an introductory swordsman belonging to the Rose Palace, and he has an opening ceremony ahead of him, so he has not yet taken a separate teacher.”

Sybil raised her head.

It was because he knew that Theo’s ceremony was an ‘official statement’ shared between swordsmen prior to formal sparring.

It means that he is regarded as an equal opponent, not an object of punishment.

Although the tip of my nose was slightly frowning and ringing.

Sybil patiently responded with the same loud voice.

“Sybil Dray. This is a checkpoint belonging to the Nammun Checkpoint. He studied swordsmanship in the Kurei family and is good at quick swords. I want to share a good fight.”

Theo nodded and lowered the Zweihander again.

Chanang!

Two swords lightly collide in the air.

Each of them had a different radix formula, leaving a gap between them.

oh oh oh-

With Theo at the center, the will to fight began to rage again.

Knock!

Sybil gripped her sword tightly as she swallowed dry saliva in nervousness.

It’s been a long time since we’ve been in a formal match like this, but I got the feeling that Theo’s presence seemed to be bigger than before.

pounding! pounding!

On the other hand, why is the heart beating like this?

Is it because of tension?

or not… … .

‘I was moved by Prince Theo’s heat… … ?’

Sybil’s thoughts ended there.

It was because Theo was moving.

thud!

nettle liquid-

‘As expected, he’s fast!’

His body movements were so nimble that it made me wonder if he was really moving with a Zweihander.

However, Sybil did not panic this time and calmly raised her sword in the middle to block the attack.

Chae Ae Ae!

“Kuk!”

As if hit hard in the chest with a hammer, Sybil took a few steps back, then kicked back with leg strength to counter.

Cha-cha-cha-

[Recognized by ‘Civil Dray’.]

[Your luck has increased by 1.]

[Some experience has been obtained.]

‘I heard that the quick sword is a skill.’

Theo blocked Sybil’s quicksword one by one, filling up the dull movement of Zweihander’s weight with strength by forcibly squeezing the dragon’s heart.

The attack that cut the ankle was repelled with the sword, and the attack aimed at the scruff of the neck was narrowly avoided by widening the distance, and then narrowed it down at once.

The linkage system from ＜Pilgrim’s Progress＞ to ＜Paradise Lost＞.

Cuckoo coo!

Sybil was a very good sparring target for testing the arcane swordsmanship one after another.

And… … .

Chaaang!

Theo pushed Zweihander up as hard as he could.

Whirly Rick.

Sybil’s sword leaped into the air and slammed into the gym floor.

Sybil held onto her torn grip with her left hand, but somehow had a bright expression for someone who had been defeated.

“I lost.”

“It was a good fight.”

The smile on Sybil’s lips as she turned around was brighter than ever.

Theo looked around.

“next?”

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cluck-

Knock!

The sound of swallowing dry saliva could be heard everywhere.

‘Rumors… … .’

‘It was true.’

‘If I were Sybil, would I have been able to strike the sword properly?’

At this moment, the watchers had only one thought in common.

– We want to hang out too!

Everything Theo and Sybil saw was imprinted firmly in their eyes and still shimmered like a vision.

courtesy before sparring,

respect for each other,

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Longing for victory,

Before pouring out all of oneself,

Acknowledge that you can conquer the game,

And… … .

– Heat.

I felt a strong urge to be swept away by that heat.

thump thump thump!

Everyone’s heart beat wildly.

Blood ran wild and my lips dried.

This was something I could never understand in my head.

that can only be enjoyed heart-to-heart, heart-to-heart,

A primitive emotion that only prosecutors can share.

“I… … May I come?”

At that time, someone nervously swallowed dry saliva and stepped forward.

Theo nodded, and his face brightened as he took the sword.

“Eod Naran. I learned the swordsmanship of ＜Twice Ascension＞ as the third child of a viscount.”

“Ragnar of the Rose Palace. It would be nice to have a good fight.”

Chaaang!

Theo and Eod began sparring lightly with their swords clashing.

aaah-

[Recognized by ‘Eod Naran’.]

[Your luck has increased by 1.]

[Some experience has been obtained.]

So the second Dalian too,

[Recognized by ‘Benyat Remiro’.]

[Your luck has increased by 1.]

the third Dalian,

[Recognized by ‘Eric Moran’.]

[Your luck has increased by 1.]

.

.

fourth, fifth… … .

Until the end of the ninth couplet like that.

The heat that heated up the gymnasium grew hotter as it got hotter, but it never faded.

And the more they did, the more the swordsmen’s faces became more and more red.

“Sigh… … . Sigh… … .”

Theo sweated profusely and blew the whole room.

Continuing sparring with people of nobility and skill that was incomparable to Rendon certainly required considerable stamina for him.

It looked dangerous as if it would fall down immediately if touched.

However, the twinkling eyes through the tangled hair made me wonder if I was really 15 years old.

dragon.

It was like looking into the eyes of a dragon.

No matter how much I heard people say that I was stupid or mean, in the end, Theo was also a descendant of the dragon who was born with Ragnar’s blood.

The watchers were very grateful that they were there at the moment when such a dragon was about to stretch.

“next.”

The sharpened dragon’s eyes glanced at the watchers again.

“Who’s next?”

The guards’ footsteps hesitated.

They wanted to ask for a chance to mix their swords as well, but Theo looked so tired that he wondered if it would be okay.

“Looks like you’re very tired, how about putting it off until next time? It seems that no one doubts Theo-sama’s skills here already.”

“When I rest, I take care of myself. Not yet.”

“If you say so… … Then, I will ask you this time.”

The young man, who had been watching Theo and the guards fight from behind, untied his arms and stepped forward.

Short silver hair with pomade.

Tall height that doesn’t suit a young face.

The neat eyes told him that he was a polite son from a prestigious family.

For a moment, Theo’s eyes sparkled.

‘Now I’m leaving.’

In fact, it was because of this person that Theo had insisted on sparring until now.

[Observe ‘Wellington Narcio’.]

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Wellington Narcio (15 years old/male)

Title: Sogaju of Narcio

Talent: Swordsman genius. sensitive sensation. Nooh power worm.

Status: Surprised by the appearance of an unexpected rival.

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Among the various vassal and rider families that support Ragnar, the six families that boast the greatest power are called the ‘Six Snow Houses’.

The Narcio family was one of the most prestigious.

Wellington was the only heir to the Narcio family, and he was a talented person who built the family to the point where it would stand shoulder to shoulder with Ragnar in the distant future.

How much Ragnar kept Narcio in check at the time, in the end, a big battle broke out when Narcio withdrew from the Sixth Theory.

At this time, Wellington received the title ‘Lion of the Snowfield’.

It meant a beast trying to bite the leash of the dragon Ragnar.

But Theo remembered him in a different image.

– A genius who wanted to surpass.

fifteen.

Wellington was the same age as Theo.

The flowering ceremony was held at the same time, and it was put into practice at the same time.

But the result is just the opposite.

Wellington always shined, and Theo was always in the shadows.

Theo always envied Wellington like that.

He was also one of the people I absolutely wanted to meet at the opening ceremony.

‘But I never thought I’d run into them here.’

Moreover, Theo could read the emotion in Wellington’s eyes.

Hwang Seung-shim.

Or the desire to win.

‘A person like that… … You mean I’ve improved enough to want to compete with me?’

thump thump!

For some reason, my heart skipped a beat.

The fact that he could compete with the sword on an equal footing with someone of the same age he admired in his previous life.

‘Is it possible with my current state?’

Theo calmly checked his remaining stamina.

Obviously, the long game is difficult.

Wellington is a genius among geniuses who has already shaken the north from the age of five.

Even if his physical strength was intact, it would have been difficult to guarantee a victory.

‘But, if they collide!’

However, the intense desire to compete with the idols of the past held his will firmly.

‘As expected, there is no answer other than short-term battle.’

hooked!

Theo wordlessly planted the Zweihander on the floor of the gymnasium.

out of the blue.

One of Wellington’s eyebrows twitched.

“You surrender?”

“No way.”

“That’s it.”

Wellington takes a slow nosedive.

“My name is Wellington Narsio. A low-ranking knight of the Narcio family. Before the Flowering Ceremony this time, I came early to learn about the swordsmanship of Lord Ragnar. And I got what I wanted right here, and I am grateful for the opportunity to try my hand at that sword.”

“Theo Ragnar. He is the 31st son of Kyle Ragnar, the great northern guardian dragon and owner of the Winter Mountains, and an introductory swordsman preparing for the flowering ceremony this time. I am grateful to have been able to compete with the renowned Narcio Sogaju.”

Theo took a deep breath and responded politely.

But in an instant, Wellington’s expression changed slightly, then returned to normal.

To be precise, the change seen in the part called ‘Kyle’s son’.

‘Have you already been mindful of the difference in status with your parent’s family since then?’

At the same time as Theo was thinking that.

Pod!

dig-

The two moved at the same time.

Wellington focused on Narcio’s boastful quicksword and aimed for Theo’s forehead.

Theo squeezed the dragon’s heart to the fullest, causing an instant explosion of power, pulling Zweihander up with overwhelming force.

A one-hit, one-hit sword-fighting ceremony that relied solely on strength.

Chaaang!

Something leaped into the air with a loud metallic sound that made me wonder if my ears were going to fall off.

“Fuck, fast!”

“How did you move? Did you not see the speed properly?”

“Huh?”

“That… … !”

The watchers all burst out in admiration, only to realize that the half-sliced sword was a Zweihander.

-Ah, Wellington won.

The watchers thought of it at the same time, but couldn’t put it into words.

Even though I thought it was a natural result, it was because I knew how great the fighting spirit Theo had shown so far was.

I felt sorry for the thought that I had to stop watching Theo’s game here.

On the one hand, I felt sorry as Ragnar’s swordsman for not being able to defeat Narcio.

By the way.

“… … you yourself have been defeated Thank you for making it a good match.”

Wellington bowed his head to Theo as he suddenly bowed.