"You moved too fast from the start, your stance was a total ss. And even the way you held the sword was wrong, while your movents were all over the place," he said while pointing at the sword below. Pausing slightly, he continued, "Only your last move was pretty good, it could have caught soone off guard. But well, there are no ifs on a battlefield. Let’s start from the basics."
Orion took a deep breath and picked up the sword again. Edgar moved and got a sword for himself as well and began showing him how to use a sword.
Over the next three hours, Edgar thodically taught Orion the fundantals of swordsmanship. He began with the proper stance first—shoulder-width apart, dominant foot slightly back, knees slightly bent, spine straight, keeping weight evenly distributed.
"Hold the sword with both hands in front, angle the tip slightly upwards, and eyes focused on the opponent ahead," he instructed while fixing Orion’s stance himself.
"Your stance is your foundation," Edgar emphasized again, demonstrating the ideal posture. Orion carefully mirrored him, adjusting slightly based on Edgar’s corrections.
Next, they moved on to gripping the sword firmly but flexibly. Edgar patiently adjusted Orion’s grip, explaining the importance of wrist flexibility and finger positioning for precise control.
"Now, try a simple slash," Edgar instructed, demonstrating fluidly.
Orion mimicked Edgar’s movent, his initial swings clumsy but slowly improving with each repetition.
"Good, but put more power from your hips, not just your arms," Edgar advised, observing carefully.
Orion nodded, adjusting his movents, gradually feeling the strength and stability that ca from his lower body. His slashes grew cleaner, sharper, and more controlled.
"Excellent! Again!" Edgar commanded, steadily increasing the complexity, introducing defensive stances, parries, and counterattacks.
Sweat soon trickled down Orion’s forehead, his breathing growing heavier. It was more of a ntal strain than physical, as fixing so many minor errors in his form was taking a toll on his psyche. But with sheer determination, he kept going forward without complaint.
"Hmm, this should be enough for the first day, Young Master," he said, placing his sword back. "Your body also needs so ti to adjust, so resting now would be better than risking an injury."
"Haaa..." Orion collapsed onto the ground, panting. "Training in swordsmanship is no joke."
Edgar laughed out loud, "Haha, this is just the beginning, Young Master. We haven’t even really started the true path of swordsmanship. The difficulty will increase dozens of tis when you form your first elental rune and learn how to infuse your sword with mana. That will be the ti when you start learning mana techniques."
However, his eyes hid sothing else. Training Orion today reminded him of how he used to train Lucian all those years ago. ’Haa... if Young Master was still here, he would have long since passed the Ninth Tier.’ He inwardly shook his head and stopped thinking about the topic.
[Hehe, it’s like going from riding a bicycle to piloting a fighter jet~ (≧▽≦)]
’...’ He just decided to ignore her, not having enough energy to banter with her.
"Haa... how did I perform though? Was I average or above average?" he curiously asked, getting up from the ground.
Edgar chuckled, "You did splendidly, Master. You trained for nearly four hours on your first day, when most give up in an hour or two. And you fixed both your stance and grip. We need to do more work on your movent though. But you already did better than most geniuses out there."
Orion smiled weakly, breathing still uneven from the exhausting training. "That’s good to hear, Uncle Edgar. At least I didn’t embarrass myself completely."
Edgar laughed warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Orion’s shoulder. "You have far exceeded my expectations for your first session, Young Master. Keep training diligently, and I assure you, you’ll surpass even your own expectations soon enough."
Orion nodded earnestly, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Uncle Edgar. See beat the shit out of those nobles in the academy—just keep training ."
"Haha, anyti, Young Master," Edgar laughed in amusent. "Feel free to call upon whenever you need more training. The sword is as much about diligence and perseverance as it is about talent."
[As if my Master is lacking in talent! Learning the basics would have been easier if he had ford an elental rune! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧]
Orion chuckled softly hearing her words. ’Well, it was a good training session. Now I know I’m a complete noob at this. But since I can feel visible improvents, then there’s no reason for not to train.’
[I thought that you would train like a madman, Master. (・・ )]
’...’ Orion speechlessly heard her words. ’Are you taking for an idiot? Why would I break my body on the first day?’
[True, you will have more opportunities to break your body after all. Hehe~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]
’...’
After exchanging a few more pleasantries and discussing so future training schedules, Orion bid farewell to Edgar and began his weary walk back toward his room.
’Haa, I just want to sleep at this point,’ he inwardly muttered.
[Won’t you read more of that book, Master?]
’Why are you after my ass to make read that book? Will I beco Gandalf if I continue to read it?’ he speechlessly asked.
[Cough, I was bored. There’s nothing like that in the book, Master. (T⌓T)]
He shook his head and continued walking toward his room. Upon arriving, Orion saw Fiora and Rina patiently waiting outside, their eyes brightening instantly upon seeing him.
"Master, you’re back!" Rina bead, quickly stepping forward to open the door for him.
"M-Maids told us t-that you were t-training with Sir Edgar," Fiora said softly, her eyes filled with admiration.
Orion chuckled lightly, nodding as he entered the room, his muscles relaxing as he entered the familiar space. "Yes, Uncle Edgar was teaching swordsmanship. It was more exhausting than I thought though."
Rina closed the door behind them, approaching Orion with a gentle smile. "Master, would you like a massage? It will help relieve your fatigue."
Fiora nodded enthusiastically, already preparing so aromatic oil from the table. "Y-Yes, please allow us to e-ease your fatigue, Master."
Orion gave them a playful smile, nodding lightly. "How can I reject it when two such beauties are asking for it? I would appreciate that."
Both of their cheeks blushed pink hearing his words. "Cough, this way, Young Master," Rina said, gesturing toward the bed.
They carefully guided him to the bed, helping him remove his outer robe before Orion lay face down, relaxing onto the soft sheets with a sigh of relief.
Rina and Fiora looked at each other before folding their sleeves higher and rubbing hot oil into their palms. Rina gently placed her palm on his back, gently moving her fingers in circles while putting adequate pressure to relieve his stress.
Fiora focused on his tired legs, gently kneading his muscles.
"Hmm... you two really know how to spoil ," Orion murmured softly, already feeling the warmth and relaxation seep deep into his body.
Fiora giggled softly, continuing her careful ministrations. "It’s our duty to care for you, M-Master."
Rina smiled warmly, gently applying more pressure to ease the knots in his back. "You worked hard today, Master. You deserve this."
’Hmm... Rina is better at giving a massage,’ he inwardly thought, feeling his sore muscles relaxing.
[Hehe, they both feel equally exciting to you, no? (¬‿¬)]
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