9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 21

Episode 21

Episode 14. Knight War (2)

While disinfecting the wound and stopping the bleeding, Yuma received admiration from the soldiers.

Even the noses of the soldiers who had a history of getting hit by Yuma were raised.

I stuck with such a great person, and it was because of that kind of heart.

It wasn’t just the soldiers who saw the duel between Yuma and Randel.

The knights stuck out their tongues at the swordsmanship of geniuses.

Some knights who were jealous of Yuma, who was a commoner at heart and was favored by the commander, had no choice but to admit it.

A person on a different level from the perpetrators.

It was at least comforting to the knights that Yuma was a commoner.

The soldiers built Yuma’s private barracks right next to the command barracks.

It was no different from a tent for advanced technicians with even a bed in it.

“I didn’t know you could risk your life and do such a trick.”

Duran said to Yuma who was sitting on the bed.

“I’ve already lost quite a bit of stamina, so I decided there was no way to win if I dragged it further.”

“It sounds like you could have beaten Randel even in a long battle if your stamina was well-arranged.”

“If it’s Sir Randall using one sword, I think I’ll win even if we fight again.”

“What if it’s a double sword?”

“I am still there.”

“It’s still too much. Three years as an apprentice or two years as an adoptive would be able to defeat Randall armed with twin swords.”

“I’ll just have to win a year later.”

Yuma smiled and replied.

Duran licked his lips and landed a kick in the face of Yuma, who was sitting there.

It wasn’t an attack with an aura.

However, Duran’s body itself was a rigid body that was no different from a weapon.

Yuma unconsciously moved so as not to widen the wound on his shoulder.

Because of this, I couldn’t block Duran’s kick cleanly.

The guard reaction was good, but the impact was not properly blocked, so the goal rang and the mouth burst. Yuma fell to the side of the bed and immediately took a defensive posture.

“If you get hit, prepare for an attack, not a defense. When an injury is not fatal, you have to move thinking that you are not injured. You feared death, but were afraid of opening wounds. Isn’t that funny?”

“okay.”

“It is because your body is not entirely yours. The half unconscious is in command. You must have complete dominion over the body.”

“I will keep that in mind. And I just poked a poisoned needle through Master’s shin.”

“What?”

Duran looked at his shin for a moment, puzzled.

There were no poisonous needles. Duran didn’t feel that way at all, but he was only momentarily taken aback by Yuma’s unconcerned lies.

“Goyan bastard. I ate one.”

“That’s probably because… Master’s body doesn’t entirely belong to Master.”

Duran laughed and left Yuma’s tent.

What if Yuma was his own son? Could it be the child of one of the women who once shared a night on the battlefield? imagining in vain

When night fell, the practice began again.

Yuma took Ascalon and went to Duran’s barracks. Two sentries stood guard in front of the commander’s barracks.

“ o ”

■舌、 Yuma was about to enter the commander’s barracks, but suddenly stopped walking.

‘No matter how much you practice, he is a funny old man who makes a surprise attack without even trying. Shall I try it too?’

Yuma started moving stealthily, avoiding the eyes of the sentries and guards.

“Wook!”

Yuma hit the back of the neck of one of the sentries in front of the commander’s barracks and passed out.

Before the other sentries could react, his jaw was also coolly returned.

The sentries couldn’t stop Yuma.

‘I feel like a thug.’

Yuma secretly apologized to the sentries and infiltrated the commander’s barracks.

Without making a sound of footsteps, Yuma went to the commander’s bed and struck Duran down with the Ascalon.

Fu-wook!

‘this.’

It was a surprise attack, judging that Duran would be able to block it enough. Because the master must have been the owner of superpowers who could knock out Ascalon with his bare hands even while sleeping.

However, what Yuma stabbed was not a person. It feels like a sponge.

Yuma hurriedly lifted the futon.

Underneath the blanket was a few pillows, not Duran.

Seruk.

The entrance to the commander’s barracks was closed.

Inside the barracks, where not a single moonlight enters, it is pitch-black darkness.

Yuma tightened his grip on the Ascalon and wrapped it around his aura.

Thanks to the blue light emitted from the aura, Yuma was able to secure some vision.

Yuma used the aura as a lantern to check all directions.

Inside the barracks, there was not enough space for shelter. One Duran was nowhere to be seen.

“Oops!”

A tremendous grip on the ankle.

Embarrassed, Yuma almost drops Ascalon. Duran was lying flat on the floor waiting for Yuma.

“Teacher assassination. If you’re a true disciple, it’s something you should try at least once. I will give you a prize.”

Duran got up from his prone position and grabbed Yuma’s ankle with one hand.

Yuma’s body came to mind. It was as if he was holding Yuma like a torch.

‘crazy. What kind of strength is this!’

It seemed as if Yuma’s head could touch the ceiling of the barracks.

“If I swing you to the floor like a club like this, your head will explode and you will die.”

“Haha Master. New playfulness in a few hours.

Drop it off and go to practice.”

“Don’t worry. Didn’t you say you were going to give me a prize?”

Duran threw Yuma straight into the air.

Yuma tried to fall, but in vain. Before he even fell in the air, Duran’s sharp mid-half kick aimed at Yuma’s waist.

The waist could not lose the man’s life.

Yuma blocked Duran’s kick with an aura-covered Ascalon.

jeoyoung!

It was not a sound that could have been made when a person’s shin collided with a blade.

The defense was successful, but it remained floating in the air. Yuma was thrown out of the barracks. The sentries came running to the commotion in the commander’s barracks.

“I am training. Even the borders stand.”

Duran waved his hand and bit the soldiers.

Yuma made a loud noise and quickly stood up. I could see the master’s face, darkened by the light in the barracks.

It was a blunt expression, but Duran was admiring it in his heart.

The first step in training is the foundation.

However, Yuma’s basic skills were so good that he did not need to teach them again.

Second is practice.

Duran was a human who thought that it would not be strange no matter when, where, or how a soldier died. That’s why he had put Yuma in danger several times already.

It was only Randell and Marlon before returning that he could digest Duran’s eccentric training.

However, both of them tried to prepare for a surprise attack at any time, but no one attacked Duran in reverse.

Besides, that method is assassination.

‘He is like a well-forged sword. His instinctive fighting power is far superior to his ability to melt people with words. They are the kind that can never be tamed by force.’

Ascalon made a vibrating sound and was glowing with an aura.

Blood flowed from the cut in the shoulder.

Yuma tore off his sleeve with his teeth and used it as a bandage.

“Isn’t it overwhelming to use the aura like water?”

Duran asked.

“My body warms up and I feel good. Could this be the prize? A kick?”

“The prize is a practice match with this Duran Jacques.”

“Hey, it’s really nice.”

Yuma thought that his master had no talent for jokes.

Duran intended to deal with Yuma using only taijutsu.

Yuma began releasing his aura, remembering the technique Randell showed during the day.

An aura was attached to Ascalon’s sword body, and the sword body gradually increased.

‘I think I might be able to spray an aura if I learn my senses a little more.’

It’s not perfect, but it was a great harvest to succeed in Auror Blaird at once.

“Come in.”

“Master is coming in.”

If the opponent was not Duran, but a general bare-handed soldier, it was constant to hit first.

Because there is a difference in reach as much as one sword, it is enough to stab and slash without giving distance.

However, Yuma decided that it would be inefficient to enter first against Duran.

The bare-handed Duran who was attacking was considered easier to attack than the bare-handed Duran who was thinking of defense.

Yuma held the Ascalon in reverse and focused his attention on Duran’s feet.

Anyway, it was impossible to completely block the attack that Duran decided to throw. Duran will come in at more than a swift speed.

‘The moment his feet disappear, he gives up defense and stabs the left.’

It was meaningless to predict an opponent who was overwhelmingly strong in every way.

Yuma made up his mind when he recognized Duran as an enemy at this moment, not as a teacher who practiced sparring.

As soon as Duran disappeared from sight, Yuma stabbed Ascalon with his left hand. If he had hit black with his left hand, it would have been where Duran’s neck would be.

Yuma’s gamble paid off.

“nice.”

Duran momentarily twisted his fist toward Yuma’s chin and grabbed Ascalon’s blade.

The tip of the sword touched the neck.

Even Duran couldn’t survive if he was stabbed there.

“Why did you aim for the left side?”

“I decided by feeling. It seemed like I wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.”

Yuma tried to free Ascalon from Duran’s clutches, but was unable.

Gums if there are no teeth. Yuma headbutted Duran in the face. Duran was fine, and blood flowed from Yuma’s forehead.

Yuma didn’t care and kept banging his head.

There was a dull, muddy sound of bones colliding with each other. Duran was lost in thought as he endured Yuma’s headbutt.

‘No matter how genius he is, he’s still a kid. It’s been a while since I got goosebumps.’

It was Duran who defeated countless strong enemies. Except for the moment I saw Hugo for the first time, I had never felt an emotion similar to fear in a human being.

In other words, Yuma was the second human that sent goose bumps down Duran’s back.

Randell was also watching Yuma and Duran.

‘It was no wonder that I lost.’

I couldn’t help but admit that my pride was hurt after the daytime confrontation, but at this point I had no choice but to admit it.

Randell knew better than anyone else how to nurture Duran’s disciples.

As harsh and intense as a lion throwing its cubs off a cliff.

If Yuma were a lion cub, it would be like biting the neck of the mother who pushed her off the cliff. If it falls, it comes back up and bites again.

‘It would have been better if I had been a friend instead of a disciple.’

Duran lightly hit Yuma’s chin with his idle right hand.

Yuma was glaring at Duran even as he collapsed due to shaking of his brain.

“Today’s training ends with this.

I don’t think I need to do any more of this rugged training. From tomorrow, don’t rush to die like that.”

At Duran’s command, soldiers began repairing the broken command barracks.

Yuma finally stood up with a satisfied smile and brushed off his clothes.

“Oh, I thought you were going to die.”

“I almost died too, disciple.”

“Don’t be rude, Master.”

Yuma called the soldiers.

“Do you need anything?”

“Please bring me a few bottles of wine to my barracks.”

The soldier replied that he knew he was tired of noticing Duran for a while.

“Let’s have a drink while we rebuild the barracks.”

Duran shouldered with his apprentice and headed to the orderly’s barracks. Randell also followed them.

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