Saint Grancesia (3)
Recently, there was soone attracting much attention in the Talua kingdom's army.
That person was none other than Clay Vanhart.
He had made significant contributions in solving the recent assassination attempt on Duke Gale.
Despite being born into a fallen count's house and having been disregarded until not long ago, he now stood at the center of attention.
"Sothing seems to have changed about him since he defeated Baian Deoric."
"But is it true that Clay Vanhart actually defeated that traitor?"
Indeed, during the course of resolving the incident, he had defeated Baian Deoric.
Everyone knew of Baian's skill, called a genius swordsman, and so Clay's evaluation could only rise higher.
"No way, it must be just a rumor."
"As far as I know, Clay Vanhart is at best an advanced-rank Sword User. There's no way he could defeat Sir Deoric, a advance-rank Sword Expert."
While being the focus of attention was not a bad thing for Clay, it also bred jealousy and slander from others.
But Clay had no ti to be concerned with such trivial matters.
'I feel like I'm going to drop dead!'
He was being worked to the bone every day without a mont's rest.
Right now, standing before him, sword in hand, was Tedric Eaton; his sharp gaze fixed on Clay.
If he hesitated even slightly, he would attack without rcy.
"How long do you plan to keep resting, sir Vanhart!"
Tedric Eaton's shout echoed through the entire drill hall.
Tedric was always an inflexible person, but he beca doubly so during training.
'I didn't expect he'd work
so relentlessly.'
Two weeks until the operation began.
It could be considered long or short, but either way, there was a need to strengthen himself as much as possible in that ti.
That was why he had sought help from Tedric, the strongest knight currently available to help him.
'... Still, for all that it's hard, at least I'm getting sothing out of it.'
Clay caught his breath, stood up, and raised his sword.
It was a posture he had already assud countless tis before.
Tedric, narrowing his eyes as he watched, spoke.
"Learning new sword techniques isn't bad, but before that, you need to first master the basics perfectly."
"I know that as well."
For the past few days, under Tedric's instruction, Clay had been repeatedly practicing one of the techniques from the Hidden Star Sword.
Since it was a technique from the later part of the Hidden Star Sword that had been lost to history and never recorded, there was no risk of it being found out.
"Then can you tell
why you keep doing such a foolish thing? The Clay I know isn't one to take reckless actions without a thought."
But from Tedric Eaton's point of view, it was only natural to be concerned about Clay practicing an odd sword technique.
On top of that, the technique was far too difficult for soone who was only a Sword User like Clay.
'Still, oddly enough, there's nothing wrong with his technique.'
He hadn't used any manipulation of magic power yet, but his sword path showed no wavering.
A perfected blade, refined magic power manipulation.
It simply wasn't sothing belonging to a re Sword User.
It was only his untrained body and insufficient magic power holding him back from keeping up with the completed technique.
Tedric, who had honed his sword for decades, had never seen anything like this.
Normally, one's body would be completed first, and then one would spend a lifeti making the sword technique their own.
"I may need it later."
"Hm."
For Clay to say such a thing, it must have had aning.
Without pressing further, Tedric nodded.
'Did he ask for my help to further perfect these techniques?'
There were parts that caught his attention, but as it was, Clay's sword technique itself was already complete.
Then, to make it more usable, all that was left was to help close the gap between technique and body.
"All right, I'll respect your wishes."
"Thank you."
"In exchange, rember that I have no choice but to be that much harsher."
Blue magic power shimred from Tedric's blade like a heat haze.
Even though he was suppressing it as much as possible, the pressure pouring forth made Clay swallow dryly.
This was the strength of a advance-rank Sword Expert.
'If I think of the opponents I'll face, I can't be intimidated by just this much.'
Clay steeled himself and raised his sword toward the calmly standing Tedric.
It was a technique he had already used several tis.
He set the blade horizontally and channeled magic power into his legs.
'At least, within these two weeks, I need to be able to properly use a few of the later Hidden Star Sword techniques.'
Especially, he had to master this particular technique.
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