The Amber Sword

Freya understands that she doesn't have such a brilliant gift. From the beginning in Butch, she bridged the gap with her disobedient personality. She used much more sweat than anyone else to recover a little bit of the difference between people.

But it's not as simple as you think.

Over time, Freya has gradually discovered that the gap between human beings sometimes does not seem to be remedied by effort.

It's like in this college, there are so many people who are capable, and she's so insignificant in this crowd. It's like a little firefly in the glow of the Happy Moon, and the little bit of pride that was left in Butch disappeared.

In front of her was a cadet from the upper grades, median silver strength, and Bresson Qiping; in fact, if it had not been for this match to limit the highest strength to the Black Iron Peak, both sides would have fallen to the ground, I'm afraid, merely because of their understanding of swordsmanship.

But that's it, she'll feel her sword shaking hands shaking a little.

But the frowning senior cadet was similarly cautiously circling around her, and the stubbornness shown earlier by Freya had cost him a lot - the Royal Cavalry Academy's annual championship competition had a rule from its inception that made everyone complain that there was no time for anyone to rest between games, and everyone had to pay for the excessive energy they had wasted in the last battle.

It was said that the founders of the Academy had set such rules in order to make it clear to the participants that there were no enemies on the battlefield who would give you a "reasonable" rule and that you had to learn to keep your strength so that you could live longer on the battlefield.

The Royal Cavalry Academy was originally created to export the best military talent to this ancient kingdom. In peacetime, none of the cadets who came out of this place were trained as middle- and senior-level officers. Even those who graduate with outstanding grades are likely to be selected directly into the royal knighthood as soon as they step out of the college door.

So the guy who stepped up to heaven, too, was there.

Like this annual championship contest, the Knight contest takes place on a point basis, where learner battles between grades earn points - and a brutal single-defeat elimination system. Only the person who stood to the end would be awarded the title of 'Champion Knight', representing the highest honor of the College.

Once the champion knight has been determined, the best knights of all grades will also be selected based on their points.

Basically, these people can already make a prestigious mark.

It has to be said that this system, though unfair, is more truly reflective of the battlefield struggle you are dying of. Just like the original founder of the Academy said:

Lucky not only is your strength, but it will also be one of your greatest dependances--

This phrase is most aptly used to describe Freya at this moment, but for her, who has only the power to swim in black iron - which, of course, has been extremely rare among ordinary people and is arguably the greatest affirmation of the sweat she has put into these days - it is far from enough to see here; Freya feels that she has no extra power at all to react to each other's actions.

She can barely keep up with each other's circles, then pray for luck to take care of her, or more appropriately with a miracle at the moment.

Her opponent seemed to have noticed this as well, and after carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior cadet made a decisive attack.

The sword came from the rear of the most difficult right, and Freya didn't think much, or she didn't have the strength to think much. She raised her sword —— it was almost a subconscious move, but it was like a blessing to the soul, and the next moment she let the other sword blade go through the handle of her long sword.

Hot, spicy tingling sensation on the hand, yet slightly stunned. Freya didn't want to, she hung herself backwards, and the chopper pulled the other sword blade back on the cage handle - claiming that the other person was stunned in the face and pressed an elbow against the guy's chest.

The cadet flew straight out, but as he climbed up again, Freya's sword blade was stuck around his neck.

“What kind of swordsmanship is that?” That's what the first sentence of the cadet climbed up to ask, and he saw a bright red bead of blood running down the girl's hand, with some stinging eyes.

“…” Freya did not answer.

In fact, it would be a little confusing in her own head —— the last trick was remembering Brando's sword moves in a hurry —— and she didn't feel so delicate when she first saw Brando's moves, but now that I think about it, those moves are really practical.

But she thought if it was Brando's, it wouldn't hurt her hand.

“I admit I lost.” The senior cadet sitting on the floor stood still for a moment and finally raised his hand. Then Freya saw the knight outside the venue as a referee with dark hair hanging over her shoulders, who, as usual, split her face cold and then turned around and looked at her.

“Heard you went to war?” Nimais asked in an icy tone.

Freya noticed a deep suspicion in the other person's eyes - she rarely saw excess emotion in those dark painted eyes, as if the knight was wearing a cold mask all the time - but the mask created a slight loosening at this moment.

The girl nodded a little strangely. At Wang Li Cavalry Academy, the one who dared to confront this sister-in-law has not yet been born.

“Is it with Madara's dead spirit? ”

“Yes.”

“Can you use that sword again? ”

Freya hesitated for a moment and felt herself fainting.

But Nimathis also saw her embarrassment and stopped insisting, saying, “The sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordsmanship, and the knight swordsmanship professed in the college is not a path. Have you ever heard of you as a militia? ”

Freya nodded again.

“But militia swordsmanship and guard swordsmanship are not the kind of straight forward killing swordsmanship, which is like true Eruin battle swordsmanship.” The dark-haired knight frowned and looked deeply at her: “Are you from Butch? Do you know anybody in the White House Army? ”

Freya was suffocated, and she wondered why her predecessor was still taking care of herself on a weekday and forced herself to ask these strange questions here again and again today.

Of course she shook her head.

But now Freya is no longer the rural girl who knew nothing about Butch, and she has grown a lot out of months of study. She recalls that sword, and many of the swordsmanship that Brando used —— as if they all had one thing in common, in simpler terms, simplicity.

An extremely concise sword technique, as if no extra little routine was needed, as if it were purely swordsmanship for victory. Freya can imagine what such swordsmanship would do on the battlefield, and no wonder Senior Nimathis called it a killer sword technique.

She recalls that Brando did strike clean and fast every time he went into battle.

But she returned to God and saw Nimathis staring dead in the dark and unseen eyes. She was frightened and had never seen this side of the sister before, but half a dozen times, they just said to her:

“Actually, that's not pure Eruin battle swordsmanship. ”

Freya was stunned, her heart jumped slightly —— what do you mean?

“Are you hiding something, Freya? ”

The girl shook her head quickly and the ponytail behind her head swayed with it.

“Well, that's an improved Eruin Battle Swordsmanship,” Nimaesis stood up straight, with a strange color: “I've seen this sword. ”

Freya watched Nimaisi finish the sentence, then turned around and walked to another venue. But her face slowly seeped a little pale, and suddenly she thought of a possibility...

This woman knows Brando.

……

“Who's that? ”

Half Fairy Princess turns around, "Who? ”

“The winning cadet,” Magdall looked down at the field of the Mountain Sea: “I saw Sister Nimmasis talking to her for a while, like a girl--”

Gryphine looked at the past with her eyes and suddenly.

“That's Everton's daughter,” the silver-haired girl sighed, "unfortunately, she doesn't seem to inherit the gift of her father. Although it's already pretty good, it's not the best part of the session and it's far worse than her father's. ”

“Griffin, that's because the quality of this session is great.” The nun princess is not good at swordsmanship, but wisdom and insight are enough to bridge the gap: “The young man named Bresson, and two others, I've heard you talk about them more than once. ”

Silver-haired girl smiles: "Yes, Lord Martha is still blessed with Eluin. ”

“I'm going to pick some of the best people from the upper and lower grades, and you're going to Ambethel, Tini, and I think it's important to focus on getting them out of here to work out," she added. ”

“So you got that Bryson, Griffin?” Magdalene turns back and asks, "Indeed, a very steady young man, very few young men like him in the aristocracy --”

“Not necessarily, Tini,” the silver-haired girl's eyes flashed: “I knew there was another one, and he let me know that the blood of Eluin's ancestral nobility had not yet dried up, so there was hope in this ancient kingdom. ”

“I rarely hear you compliment a man like that, Griffin. ”

The half fairy princess rarely answered her friend's words, and what she thought of was beating the young man in Feverwell's mouth, and she had confirmed that she hadn't come here with Freya - a mysterious guy.

She didn't know where she was and what she was doing, but she had a hunch that the young man would not be happy to be lonely and that he would soon be in everyone's sight again.

And in what way?

The silver-haired girl smiled in her heart and threw away this bizarre idea.

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