Isekai Rohan 180

"So you see! That's why I never believed in ghost stories. They simply do not exist!"

Chloe, was blabbering on about so of her village's folk tales. The only people listening were Clam and Gary though. By now, Robin had gotten used to the woman and mostly tended to Asai's needs. Robin had spent the duration of the travel trying to under him more than ever. Always trying to predict and to read his mind whenever he made any gestures or actions. The man could glance over at sothing and she would imdiately try to sate his supposed desire.

"Is she trying to show what kind of wife she'd be if we were to marry? She's trying way too hard. Getting dressed in the morning now takes longer because she insists on doing it for . But, I'm not complaining, it feels good being served like this."

After traveling with the group for so ti, and encountering small packs of beasts. Chloe had realised that she was the weakest link. Thus, whenever the group would rest. Asai would summoned his two [Phantom nace] and literally tell them to run circles around the girl at varying distances and speeds. Allowing her to practice firing her arrows at them.

Even without imbuing her weapon with mana, thanks to Chloe's [Bow Mastery] her arrows were smashing and penetrating quite deep even into the largest trees and rocks. Asai could only look forward to the day when she would also be utilizing mana. However, he would wait until she decided to commit herself to him. With her own vow of fealty.

Sothing she didn't want to perform until she had returned to Einhoren and confird whether or not all those stories Asai had told her were genuine or not.

Asai decided to respect her decision, and to be patient. He was no longer the boy who believed himself to be a protagonist of a ga. Expecting everyone to blindly follow him into the depths of hell.

...

Night ti.

Tomorrow the group would arrive at Ahkma village. Afterwards, it would only take them another half a day's ti to reach the dungeon. Currently Asai was enjoying the campfire's warmth alone. The others were asleep.

In his hand, Asai spun his karambit around his index finger. Spinning it as if it was but a re fidget-spinner.

As much as he loved his two blades [Yomi & Yami] their incredibly small range really didn't help. He desired sothing greater for sure. However, even after scouring his territory and Einhoren's smithies, he was unable to find anything even remotely close. After all, these two blades were gifts from god.

When utilized. Against fully armoured opponents, the two fangs were mostly useless. Unable to penetrate the tal plates, unless he imbued it with his mana. Which if one thought about it, was a costly endeavour. And even then, the length of the blade barely penetrated deep enough.

"Milord." It was Clam. The man was perhaps a couple hours too early to wake. Clam watched as the golden blade spun, leaving an after image of gold.

"Clam. How about a friendly spar?"

"With or without armour?"

"With, and I'll be using a wooden sword."

The two headed out into a small clearing. The camp would be secured by the two shadow clones, so they didn't need to worry.

Whilst Clam adopted a long stance, gripping the blade in front of his body, its point towards Asai.

Asai positioned himself into an inside stance. Handle held close to his side chest. Blade aid towards his head. However, Both weapons were wooden.

"Clam, tell . Why do we attack the head?"

"Because it is the weak point of most humans and monsters."

"True, but there's another crucial reason. I'll show you. Are you ready?"

Clam strained his eyes, bringing his focus to its peak, ready to block. When before knew it, he was staring at the stars above. He blinked a few tis before pushing himself off the ground.

"What happened?"

"You were too focused on my blade. You need to observe the bigger picture. Watch my shoulders, my arms, see which muscles I utilize to predict the path. Look closely."

Asai slowly moved his blade forward, traveling directly towards his eyes.

"You see, our brains find it hard to process the distance when sothing as skinny as a blade travels directly towards the eyes. Especially so when one can thrust as fast as . If I were to perform the exact sa thrust towards your torso or limbs. You would easily recognise my intent. Want to practice a few more tis? When Gary wakes up, you should teach him this as well, and then the n under your command. Give them every resource and technique you can. Keep them alive."

Clam nodded. The two would spend a couple hours left until day break sparring. By the end of it, Clam started to rely on his instincts and intuition rather than just his visual stimuli. Thus, taking another step up the ladder of swordsmanship.

[Asai Trichia: Lvl 73] [Robin: Lvl 67] [Clam: Lvl 59] [Gary: Lvl 60] [Chloe: Lvl 35]