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After the feast, Gerald and Vrald excused themselves. Nobody stopped them. It was obvious that the swordsmen were going back to sharpen their swords before the battle. Unlike Camie and Clowis' match, neither of them wanted to dull their blades. As true swordsmen, they would compete fair and square. There were no tricks like the previous match. This was a match about skills and ethics.
The two dragon descendants didn't speak. Olaf had made them a promise to teach them art if they proved their worth during the match. Neither ex-adventurer wanted to lose the chance. However, they didn't want to lose to each other either. After working together for so long, they knew each other so well like blood brothers.
Vrald didn't think that the next time he used his two-handed sword, it would be pointed against his brother. Likewise, Gerald didn't ever think that he would be using his claymore against a brother. Normally, both swordsmen would carry a shortsword by their waist. Their old weapon partners were hidden beneath the floorboards of their rooms, never to be used again. However, with the orders to go adventuring once more for marketing purposes, the two friends reconsidered their purpose of wielding the sword.
A sword was a vow. Vrald once vowed on his sword to walk the path of a hero. However, after betrayal from those whom he sought to protect, the ex-adventurer stopped wielding his sword. he'd broken his promise and his honour as a swordsman was no more.
Gerald vowed on the sword to earn an honest living by taking on jobs as an adventurer. Life was hard for him who had dragon claws instead of human hands. He picked up his sword skills from working as a conscripted garrison for two years. The golden-haired masculine beauty was skilled enough to become a knight but due to his dragon blood, he was denied the chance. Taking his skills with him, he met Vrald on one job from the guild and the two became inseparable since then.
While the life of the party was in the feast cave, the two dragon descendants polished their blades in silence across each other in the same room.
Vrald was the first to break the silence.
"Will you be wearing gloves?"
Gerald didn't answer immediately. Instead, he examined the oiled blade under the candlelight. "Will you be using dragon art?"
The crimson-haired warrior laughed. "Dragon art in a sword fight? I think not."
Gerald smiled. "Then I will wear my gloves. Unlike you, I have a set of codes I abide by."
Vrald rolled his eyes. "Stuck-up pretty boy."
"Boorish punk."
The crimson-haired warrior stuck out his tongue and Gerald laughed. After aligning their feelings on the same page, the golden-haired swordsman knew that tomorrow's match will go well. Regardless of what Olaf thought about them, they were going to fight without holding back. As swordsmen, the first to kneel on his knees or lose his sword concedes.
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After the feast, Gerald and Vrald excused themselves. Nobody stopped them. It was obvious that the swordsmen were going back to sharpen their swords before the battle. Unlike Camie and Clowis' match, neither of them wanted to dull their blades. As true swordsmen, they would compete fair and square. There were no tricks like the previous match. This was a match about skills and ethics.
The two dragon descendants didn't speak. Olaf had made them a promise to teach them art if they proved their worth during the match. Neither ex-adventurer wanted to lose the chance. However, they didn't want to lose to each other either. After working together for so long, they knew each other so well like blood brothers.
Vrald didn't think that the next time he used his two-handed sword, it would be pointed against his brother. Likewise, Gerald didn't ever think that he would be using his claymore against a brother. Normally, both swordsmen would carry a shortsword by their waist. Their old weapon partners were hidden beneath the floorboards of their rooms, never to be used again. However, with the orders to go adventuring once more for marketing purposes, the two friends reconsidered their purpose of wielding the sword.
A sword was a vow. Vrald once vowed on his sword to walk the path of a hero. However, after betrayal from those whom he sought to protect, the ex-adventurer stopped wielding his sword. he'd broken his promise and his honour as a swordsman was no more.
Gerald vowed on the sword to earn an honest living by taking on jobs as an adventurer. Life was hard for him who had dragon claws instead of human hands. He picked up his sword skills from working as a conscripted garrison for two years. The golden-haired masculine beauty was skilled enough to become a knight but due to his dragon blood, he was denied the chance. Taking his skills with him, he met Vrald on one job from the guild and the two became inseparable since then.
While the life of the party was in the feast cave, the two dragon descendants polished their blades in silence across each other in the same room.
Vrald was the first to break the silence.
"Will you be wearing gloves?"
Gerald didn't answer immediately. Instead, he examined the oiled blade under the candlelight. "Will you be using dragon art?"
The crimson-haired warrior laughed. "Dragon art in a sword fight? I think not."
Gerald smiled. "Then I will wear my gloves. Unlike you, I have a set of codes I abide by."
Vrald rolled his eyes. "Stuck-up pretty boy."
"Boorish punk."
The crimson-haired warrior stuck out his tongue and Gerald laughed. After aligning their feelings on the same page, the golden-haired swordsman knew that tomorrow's match will go well. Regardless of what Olaf thought about them, they were going to fight without holding back. As swordsmen, the first to kneel on his knees or lose his sword concedes.
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After the feast, Gerald and Vrald excused themselves. Nobody stopped them. It was obvious that the swordsmen were going back to sharpen their swords before the battle. Unlike Camie and Clowis' match, neither of them wanted to dull their blades. As true swordsmen, they would compete fair and square. There were no tricks like the previous match. This was a match about skills and ethics. The two dragon descendants didn't speak. Olaf had made them a promise to teach them art if they proved their worth during the match. Neither ex-adventurer wanted to lose the chance. However, they didn't want to lose to each other either. After working together for so long, they knew each other so well like blood brothers. Vrald didn't think that the next time he used his two-handed sword, it would be pointed against his brother. Likewise, Gerald didn't ever think that he would be using his claymore against a brother. Normally, both swordsmen would carry a shortsword by their waist. Their old weapon partners were hidden beneath the floorboards of their rooms, never to be used again. However, with the orders to go adventuring once more for marketing purposes, the two friends reconsidered their purpose of wielding the sword. A sword was a vow. Vrald once vowed on his sword to walk the path of a hero. However, after betrayal from those whom he sought to protect, the ex-adventurer stopped wielding his sword. he'd broken his promise and his honour as a swordsman was no more. Gerald vowed on the sword to earn an honest living by taking on jobs as an adventurer. Life was hard for him who had dragon claws instead of human hands. He picked up his sword skills from working as a conscripted garrison for two years. The golden-haired masculine beauty was skilled enough to become a knight but due to his dragon blood, he was denied the chance. Taking his skills with him, he met Vrald on one job from the guild and the two became inseparable since then. While the life of the party was in the feast cave, the two dragon descendants polished their blades in silence across each other in the same room. Vrald was the first to break the silence. "Will you be wearing gloves?" Gerald didn't answer immediately. Instead, he examined the oiled blade under the candlelight. "Will you be using dragon art?" The crimson-haired warrior laughed. "Dragon art in a sword fight? I think not." Gerald smiled. "Then I will wear my gloves. Unlike you, I have a set of codes I abide by." Vrald rolled his eyes. "Stuck-up pretty boy." "Boorish punk." The crimson-haired warrior stuck out his tongue and Gerald laughed. After aligning their feelings on the same page, the golden-haired swordsman knew that tomorrow's match will go well. Regardless of what Olaf thought about them, they were going to fight without holding back. As swordsmen, the first to kneel on his knees or lose his sword concedes. This is a sponsored line break announcement. If you are not reading on Webnovel then the content is stolen. Support the creator - Destiny Aitsuji - on Webnovel and check out their other works.
