***Chapter 287 The Boy and The Onee-san - First Half***
The Black Flag Swordsmanship Training School, located in the castle town of the Royal Capital, opened its doors to children free of charge.
Naturally, there were so requests for cleaning, tool maintenance, and chores, and instruction was basically limited to teaching how to swing a sword, but it was their policy not to refuse anyone who ca.
Even so, there was plenty of space in the dojo.
When it was built, the mbers of the unit donated their reward money, making it the largest dojo in the Royal Capital.
No matter how popular the Black Flag Special Forces were among the people, there were only a few people who could continue rigorous training based on admiration alone. Those who want to learn swordsmanship seriously usually prefer dojos with a history.
Although the Black Flag Swordsmanship Training Hall was well-known, it had a sowhat superficial image as a dojo. Despite an unusual number of admissions, the retention rate of students was not high.
It was because of these circumstances that they could afford to open their doors to children free of charge, and the directors also liked this ‘relaxed’ atmosphere and didn't see it as a problem.
It was enough for them to have enough students to keep the spacious dojo from going into the red, and the swordsmanship dojo was originally built as a place for familiar faces to gather in a peaceful world――they loved this place more than anything.
It was in a corner of the dojo.
Around twenty children under the age of 12 were gathered there, and today the one instructing the children was Zaka, a veteran who had been with the Century since its founding.
He looked like an old man, with a rather stern face and a scar over his left eye.
His body was still that of a warrior, and when a girl with a cookie in her mouth stood next to him, his imposing presence beca even more pronounced.
Despite his strict instruction, he was very popular due to his interesting stories and kind deanor during breaks.
When he explained the day's training and asked if there were any questions, a boy nad Kyuris gathered his courage and spoke up.
"Um, is Krische-sama really... I an, is she strong?"
It was a question I had been wondering about for a while. When he said it aloud, the silver-haired girl tilted her head.
A beautiful Onee-san in an apron dress.
She was very pretty, but cute and also child-like.
Though she was said to be quite old, around 60 or 70 to Kyuris, who turned 11 this year, she didn't look that way at all.
He had never seen her wield a sword.
She was always eating cookies in the dojo, chatting with the head instructor Kalua and the director, and the veteran Black Flag Special Forces mbers. She was more like a next door Onee-san than a warrior.
The burly ex-mbers who teach them looked much stronger, and in fact they were strong.
Their sword was so fast he couldn't even see it, and he could see how impressive the abilities of the head instructor――Kalua, nicknad the Black Cat of Alberinea, were, as she easily handled those mbers.
However, it was hard to believe that this strange Onee-san was so strong that Kalua could not be a match for her.
Moreover, Kalua and Krische were like an aunt and niece in everyday life.
She would sit on Kalua’s lap or be held by her and be pampered, showing no sign of a warrior's spirit or pride.
"Kyuris! You――”
"Hii"
"Zarka, don't shout."
"But..."
Zarka glared at Kyris upon hearing his words.
Krische, not particularly bothered, told Zarka and then thoughtfully traced her lips with her finger.
"Hmm... Krische is fairly strong, I suppose."
"Fairly... So does that an that Master Zarka and Master Kalua are stronger?"
"You idiot. I've said many tis that not only , but even Kalua is no match for her."
"Um... but Krische-sama is just as small as , so I wonder if that's true..."
Far from being strong, she looked weak, but Kyuris decided to be considerate to Zarka.
Speaking of Alberinea, everyone knew that she was the greatest hero on the continent.
She could cut down any monster with a single swing. There were countless tales of her exploits, such as when she threw a spear that broke down a castle wall, or when she single-handedly cut through an army of 10,000 and sliced the head off an enemy general.
Before coming here, Kyuris had admired Alberinea and wanted to beco a warrior like her, but the Alberinea he saw here was far from that story.
The only thing that matched was her beautiful appearance.
To be honest, he was disappointed because he had admired her so much.
"Indeed, Krische is small, so in that sense, you could say Krische is not very strong. It's true that being larger is advantageous... People who can't defeat Krische simply lack skill and experience... Hmm, if you ask Krische again if Krische is strong, Krische doesn't think Krische is that strong..."
"K-Krische-sama... Please have confidence. Otherwise, we will lose face."
"But Kyris is right. If there were a bigger Krische, she would be much stronger. Considering that, Krische who is under five shaku tall (~
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