Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 3

"Before we begin, I just want to say a few words."

Cushion and Ferda facing each other.

Burke scrunches in between.

He only looked at Kershaw and told him what he said.

"This is a friendly battle. Never use lethal force."

"I know, Lord Logwood."

He gave the impression that his nagging was annoying.

I can't wait to swing my sword. Ferda stared at him like that.

Sword Express Intermediate. I'm sure the stats are good too.

Ferda, on the other hand, has just entered Expert.

‘If you simply look at the stats, you will not win, but · · · · · · ·. ’

Fighting is not just about stats.

Above all, there is a fatal difference.

‘hands-on experience. ’

A Class S Hunter who has lived on the battlefield for decades.

Export-expert, raised in a greenhouse.

We'll see whose sword is bitter.

"· · · · · Roll the floor with a few moderate hits. That's the only way to be less hurt."

That's when Burke spoke to me.

He tapped Ferda on the shoulder.

"I'm sure you'd understand."

I haven't seen you in a while, and you're telling me you believe me.

Looks like your first impression was pretty good.

Burke turns away and leaves the training ground. Then, I took a silver coin out of my arms and lifted it high into the sky.

"The signal is that the coins are falling."

Scared Burke to death of what he said.

He fixed the sword. He smiles and looks this way.

"Hey, homeroom teacher."

Kurshi is talking to me.

His eyes curled up like crescents.

"Come at me as hard as you can. If you don't want to search."

Lives in brown eyes.

I can see the need for lethal force. But it was good.

If I didn't intend to kill you, I was going to force you to use it.

"Then let's get started."

Burke bounces a coin.

A spinning coin. The wind shakes unstable, knocking at the ground.

Pa 'at

At that moment, the cursor kicked the ground.

The training wooden sword flies out in a terrifying fashion.

Clean, no maggots. This is commendable.

Huo

Ferda dodges the sword just by tilting her torso back slightly. A wooden sword that barely grazes the tip of the nose. He was not satisfied with it and twisted his sword.

Followed by a merciless fresh sword!

A 15-year-old sword is unbelievable.

I'm not calling you a genius for nothing.

"Hmph! Lucky me."

His eyebrows twitched.

He pauses for a moment, catching a deep breath.

That doesn't have to be taught by anyone.

Looks like your fighting senses are perfect.

"That's all I need to do."

Kasher's mouth is full of shit.

Then I grabbed the sword a little more. A sharp scythe aims for Ferda's heart.

And then the second war started.

Fabababad

A prelude is a ferocious stabbing.

One by one, I only aimed for the heart and head.

I can't believe I've already killed you. But so far, it's not a threat. You take your time avoiding the attack and glance at Burke's location.

It doesn't look like you're trying to stop me.

Rather, I'm watching the duel with interesting eyes.

"How dare you look me in the eye?"

Did he feel ignored?

Kasher's strength has become more ferocious. The wooden sword has its power and the attack has become more pronounced. Then there was an increasingly limited limit to avoiding it.

Oh, shit!

The sword strikes for the first time after starting the duel.

"Yes, that's how it's going to be!"

I smiled at him.

By the way, this young master is quite a battle buff.

Dozens of workshops followed for a short time. The dust flickers and sweats on your forehead, but the attack on Kershaw is not a bit dull.

After about a decade, the wooden sword that could not withstand the shock was plummeted and broken.

"Tsk!"

The cashier kicked his tongue low.

I don't like the look of this face. After a while, he sighs and looks at Ferda.

"· · · · · · · Yes. Better than the other homeroom teachers."

"Home teachers don't teach swordsmanship."

After Ferda was beaten, he frowned.

An annoying face.

Suddenly, he yells at the knight outside the training ground.

"Bring me an iron sword."

"Yes?"

"Young master, if you use an iron sword · · · · · · · ·."

"Can't you hear me? Bring it quickly!"

Not to mention pissed off.

The knights hesitated and brought an iron sword.

I looked at Burke, who was watching, but he didn't say anything. Shortly thereafter, Kasher and Ferda held a training steel sword in their hands.

"I'm still out of control. So."

After fixing the iron sword, he tapped his leg.

Then the arrogant laughter settled in my mouth.

"If you're going to die, hold this place and beg. Like that nigger over there."

"· · · · · ·."

Ferda's eyebrows twitch.

But wait a minute.

"I appreciate the advice, but not quite."

After answering with a big smile, Kesher frowned.

At that moment, the gaze of the two men became entangled in the air.

I didn't need any coins this time.

Ka-ang!

The sound of the steel sword striking echoes brightly.

They hit the ground at the same time. Then things started going crazy like before.

"Amazing. Don't tell me that's too much."

"I see."

"I thought you were Bigginer at best."

The knights who were watching the duel awed me.

Burke, on the other hand, watches the scene without a word. Shane frowns to see if he doesn't like the situation.

And in reality, he stared at the duel with a blank face.

The words he left before he left, kneeling before his eyes.

‘You've been beaten up. I'll make it up to you. ’

I thought it was a joke.

He's extremely Export-intensive. One homeroom teacher couldn't win.

But now they were equally competitive.

At least that's what it looked like in real life.

Kwaak

He clenches his little fist. There is light in my dazed eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Ferda's back.

* * *

A training ground filled with cloudy dirt.

The two men who had been together for a long time opened the streets. Soon, he began to catch his rough breath.

Still, both eyes were fixed on Ferda.

"What the hell? ’

The embarrassing look in your eyes.

It was worth it.

Why is he still alive? ’

Compared to the sweaty self, Ferda looks too fine. Normally, it would have been normal if things had changed. That's how it is with all those who have struck him with their swords.

"Why don't you stop now?"

Then Ferda opens her mouth.

A relaxed face. The heat rises from that face.

"You look exhausted."

Soon Ferda's mouth shut.

He's laughing at him now.

"Shut up!"

I couldn't stand it. I screamed.

"You worthless peasant!"

Pow!

You grip your teeth. The anger rises to the top of your head.

You don't know the fountain! I'll make you regret taunting me!

Wooooo

A blue-glowing iron sword.

Mana Sword. Training armor is useless in front of that sword.

Ferda leans back.

A fast-paced cushion with a straight sword at the same time.

Boom! Boom!

Mana Sword splits the air.

Ferda takes a step back without even thinking about stopping the threat.

It just seems urgent to avoid.

The knights and practitioners watched as they sweated in their hands in a dazzling situation.

That's why they didn't notice.

The fact that there was so much dirt in the training ground.

"Dodging is not the end!"

If you don't avoid it, your life will be over.

Ferda pulls her elongated foot back, thinking that way.

Then.

chin

Do I have a rock beak?

"Oh."

Perda warps for a moment.

He did not miss that gap.

"Die!"

No, you can't die.

Ferda rolls the ground. Mana Sword is stuck roughly where he was.

Kaga!

Then more dust filled up.

Blocked from the view of the spectators I was watching.

We're ready now.

"This bastard has the same number."

Was the dust of the clouds disturbed? The chairs turned around with their faces crooked.

He then tries to swing his sword to blow away the dust.

But then, someone grabbed him by the throat.

Kwaak

"Hehe!"

A tremendous grip. Pure power alone doesn't make this possible.

Unless it's enhanced by magic or Mana.

And there's only one person who can do that right now.

"Son of a bitch."

How dare you grab a nobleman by the throat?

Come on. I'll cut your wrists like this. I've been thinking about it for a while.

Huff!

Suddenly, my body was dragged forward.

Ferda's face appeared through the cloudy dirt.

"Young master."

"What, what?!"

Cushion was baffled by the sudden appearance.

Ferda, on the other hand, smiled.

But it was a little strange. The smile was neither an ordinary smile nor a ridicule.

A predator's smile on the hunt.

"I'm a man of my word."

What the hell are you talking about?

That's what I thought!

Spooky

It gave me chills all over my body.

The hand holding the sword trembles. Suddenly, my legs fluttered and my complexion turned white.

"· · · · · ·!"

It was strength.

A Class S Hunter who fought in hell for over a decade.

Expert intermediate talent is not enough for someone who grew up in a greenhouse.

"Ugh, ugh."

This is how the frog felt in front of the snake.

The cursor is wobbling and shaking.

Ferda's fist pierces his abdomen. It was a fist full of Mana.

Phew!

"Huff!"

With a single scream, his back bends.

A saliva popped out of the big mouth.

"I'm still not in control."

He lowers his head and brings lips to his ears.

He pointed to his ankle and gave back exactly what he had said.

"If you're going to die, hold this place and beg."

That's the end of it.

Merciless violence has begun.

Boom, boom, boom, boom! Phew!

"Hehe! Heh, heh. Huff!"

Screams bursting out in a row.

I only aimed at the abdomen and the flank, leaving no trace on purpose. Then, if the armor looks like it's going to leave a trail, I switched sides and punched him in the back.

Puang!

Cool blow.

At last, he knelt down.

"Woof! Woof!"

Yellow debris soaks the floor.

The Black has long been out of hand. He shuddered and became nauseous.

Then Ferda stops punching.

‘Because I feel like · · · · · · · ·. ’

Cold in his eyes.

I want to destroy Mana Hart so I can never catch the sword again.

Or break his wrist. He wasn't the type to leave behind the pain.

‘· · · · · · · However. ’

You shouldn't do that.

It's not because I'm afraid of pain.

"You can't steal someone's EXP. ’

Destroying the cushion should be practical, not anyone else.

You must break the trauma you have received in the past in front of you.

It's the only way to get over the wall and become stronger.

I mean, think of it as an extension of the string. Ferda turns away, smiling coldly.

It's time to jump in, by the way.

Whoo-hoo!

At that moment!

You hear the sword slash through the wind.

One shot.

Power was formidable. The dust from the training ground was washed away.

"What is this?"

Burke Lockwood was next.

He stares at him dazed.

That would be ridiculous. Ferda was there a while ago.

"Huff! Huff!"

At that moment, he squeezed his mouth and groaned in agony.

Burke snaps out of it.