Polishing
"Strange!"
The cadet next to me started complaining loudly.
"Hey, don’t you think it’s strange too?'
"What is?"
"We are knight cadets!"
"Isn't that why we're training to be knights?"
"Training? This?"
Apparently, he doesn't like running around.
"A knight needs a sword! You train with a sword, right?"
"If you work harder, they'll let you carry a sword."
"I tried! I did my best! How many people have tried and failed to become cadets?"
I think there were about 300 people who applied to become knights, right?
And 290 of them failed and left.
"Nothing has changed since the cadet selection!"
He never stopped complaining.
I responded to his complaints with appropriate responses
And politely deny it.
I choose my words carefully so he doesn't say something more extreme.
I don't want to get involved.
"Well, you seem to have a lot of energy, don't you?"
Hearing those words, he suddenly stopped moving.
Apparently, I was saved
The instructor standing behind him didn't look at me.
"If you want to swing the sword that much, why don't you swing it?"
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"Well, let's go for 10 rounds."
The instructor holds a sword for training.
It is an iron sword with a crushed blade.
"Um, you know..."
He has an iron sword, too.
He is holding it.
It's a real sword with an unbroken blade.
"Boy! No excuses!"
"Don't worry! If you don't die, you won't die!"
In the plaza, real knights are standing around the two.
Also, what do you mean you won't die if you don't die?
"Now! Come!"
The instructor is waiting
That's when he slashes
"Damn it!"
He raises his sword and swings it down
"You've got a big gap!"
Unable to
The instructor kicks his butt
"Come on! Put more pressure on your feet and legs!"
The instructor gives him a light push on the chest.
That's all it takes to make him fall on his ass.
"Catch the blow that's coming from the top!"
The instructor swings.
"Hii!"
He tries to defend himself with his sword above his head.
Then something very interesting happened.
His face was in contact with the instructor's iron sword.
"Now you're dead!"
"…Ah, eh? Huh?"
His defense was not broken.
His sword was unharmed.
But he couldn't block the instructor's blow.
All the cadets, including me, had difficulty understanding it.
Indeed, the instructor swung towards his sword.
It was visible. To us too
But we couldn't react
"Hey, cadets. That's a knight's sword technique."
A middle-aged knight who was watching next to us said to us,
"See, understand, judge, and move. Cutting the enemy faster than that, that's called swordsmanship."
I understand now
It was just a simple answer.
The instructor's sword
It was swung down faster than he could defend.
And none of us were able to catch up with the instructor's speed.
It was just too beautiful.
I saw it so clearly, that the scene remained in my head.
And after everything was over, I understood
"Guys, I'm not wasting your time!"
The instructor shouts
This time, the instructor's words weren't just for him.
It is aimed at all of us cadets.
"Train your body to swing your sword quickly, powerfully, and without waste!
Understand the situation! Decide before anyone else!
And swing your sword faster than the enemy!
To that end, train your mind and body rather than learning the sword!"
There was someone staring at us in the distance.
It's Commander Edgeworth.
Our eyes met
The Commander raises his hand slightly in greeting.
"Talent is great, but it's meaningless if you don't hone it! We'll hone it! We'll make you worthy of the name of a knight!"
When the Commander saw us, he seemed pleased and left.
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