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Chapter 5: The End of Childhood (5)
It required a strength beyond the ordinary to stop in the middle of a full-force swing. Originally, it was a technique that borrowed the power of the opponent’s weapon.
And Johan did the same. Kaegal was able to realize the reason immediately.
‘It’s brute strength!’
Kaegal focused on Johan’s hand and the hilt of the longsword he was holding. Despite seemingly holding it lightly, the hilt creaked as if he was squeezing out even the strength used to suckle milk.
It wasn’t because the sword was broken or worn out. It was Johan’s strength.
“Open your hand.”
“?”
“Did you grip it with all your strength just now?”
“No, I held it lightly.”
“You held the sword lightly when you gripped it? Why did you grip it like that?”
Even beginners didn’t hold the hilt lightly, they gripped it tightly.
“I’ve broken it a few times by gripping it too hard.”
In this place, a weapon like a longsword was a precious item. Even though the Aitz family was a knight family, they weren’t so well-off that they could recklessly break a well-forged longsword.
When Johan was young, he had smashed three training swords, and after that, he had received a stern warning that if he broke one more, they wouldn’t give him a weapon.
Although it was an old and shabby longsword, it was better than nothing in this countryside. Johan had been taking care of this longsword in his own way.
“Hold this.”
Kaegal took out a steel plate and handed it over. Johan grabbed it.
“Pull it with all your strength.”
With a dull sound, the steel plate was torn apart as it was. Kaegal’s eyes widened even more.
“Truly monstrous strength. . .”
“I’m not a monster.”
Johan spoke in a dissatisfied tone. Although he had a good physique and innate strength, that didn’t make him a monster.
“It seems like you haven’t had a chance to use your full strength because you don’t have a need for it. If you were born a thousand years ago, you would have been a hero in mythology.”
In the ancient empire’s mythology, there were unbelievable heroes. Heroes who immersed their bodies in the river of the underworld, making them impervious to spears and swords, or heroes who possessed innate strength and brought down massive temples with their power.
Of course, no one seriously believed in such things. It was just a bygone epic. But Kaegal knew. The fact that such an epic was created meant that there were people with abilities to match it.
Even if not impervious to spears and swords, at least the muscles and skin would have been tough and hard like a beast’s, and even if they couldn’t bring down a temple, they would have been strong enough to break a bull’s neck.
And in Kaegal’s view, Johan’s brute strength was enough to fit into that category. It wasn’t just a good physique and good innate muscular strength.
A brute strength that surpasses common sense!
Kaegal had lived a long life and had wandered not only in the Empire but also in other places. He had seen a few people who showed strength beyond ordinary humans.
And among them, Johan was the best. Even Ferfeng, a knight from the Erlans Kingdom who was rumored to have the strength of a giant, and Kaiwood, renowned for his formidable power among the knights of the Asman Empire, didn’t seem to be at that level.
As Kaegal fell silent, Johan became anxious. Was there a problem?
“Is there a problem?”
“A problem? No. There’s no problem. Unless you can’t control your body because of your overflowing strength, but that’s not the case.”
Unimaginable brute strength. A natural physique. An eye that grasps the essence of technique at a glance. And a beast-like sharp instinct that ties all this together. Johan was already a complete warrior before he was taught. Kaegal got up and stretched out his fingers. There were seven.
“It will take seven to teach you.”
“Seven years. Hmm. I’m not sure if I can hold out that long in this feudatory.”
Can Gessen Aitz survive for seven years?
He might have been able to if he lived a little more restrained life.
“Not seven years.”
Before he finished speaking, Johan kicked a tree. The thick tree split in half with a groaning sound. Kaegal backed away with a stunned expression.
“Who told you to deal with it like that?”
“Is it not allowed?”
“It’s a very good way.”
Even a delicate trap would be destroyed if you went around smashing things like this. When the plan went awry, Kaegal moved to the next trap. Johan followed, on guard.
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Another day of training has ended.
Originally, Johan, who would have ended up drenched in sweat, ended with a few drops of sweat, and Kaegal realized that Johan had finished adapting.
There is no need to teach anymore.
‘It’s bittersweet.’
Kaegal, who originally did not stay in one place, felt regret now.
“There’s nothing more I can teach you.”
“. . . . . .”
Johan just stared at Kaegal in response. It was a look asking him to stay a little longer, but Kaegal refused.
“I’ve never stayed in one place for long.”
“Because you’re an assassin?”
“No, you fool. I’ve been like that since before I became an assassin. Why is it always because of the assassin?”
Johan averted his gaze as if embarrassed.
“I’ve taught you everything I can teach you. There are a few things you haven’t learned, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Try the .”
Kaegal said, throwing a twig.
Originally, was a technique to hold a hidden dagger or secret weapon in your hand at once. If you were proficient in this technique, you could kill your opponent in one shot even in a crowded market and slip away without anyone knowing.
But Johan was not good at this technique.
Because. . .
Crack!
The twig broke as it was. Kaegal shook his head.
“Relax the power!”
“I did relax!”
“Well. . . Well, if God gives you one, you have to take one.”
It wasn’t because the twig was weak. Johan broke even a sturdy dagger or steel awl equally.
He was not good at handling such delicate techniques because he was born with strength.
‘Anyway, there’s no enemy with a sword and bare hands.’
Kaegal didn’t bother to say it. Complacency was the enemy of a warrior. A sheep that was scared and running around was better than a wolf that was complacent.
“I’m satisfied as long as my technique doesn’t disappear and continues. I don’t have any specific expectations from you, and I don’t have any grudges to pay back. Live well on your own.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“But there are a few words to leave. If you have a chance to teach my technique, tell them the name of Kaegal of .”
“I swear.”
“And don’t use the secret techniques I taught you unless you have to. Remember when you use it.”
“Kill the opponent?”
“Yes. Kill it for sure. It’s annoying if they find out. Of course. . . there won’t be many who find out.”
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Chapter 5: The End of Childhood (5)
It required a strength beyond the ordinary to stop in the middle of a full-force swing. Originally, it was a technique that borrowed the power of the opponent’s weapon.
And Johan did the same. Kaegal was able to realize the reason immediately.
‘It’s brute strength!’
Kaegal focused on Johan’s hand and the hilt of the longsword he was holding. Despite seemingly holding it lightly, the hilt creaked as if he was squeezing out even the strength used to suckle milk.
It wasn’t because the sword was broken or worn out. It was Johan’s strength.
“Open your hand.”
“?”
“Did you grip it with all your strength just now?”
“No, I held it lightly.”
“You held the sword lightly when you gripped it? Why did you grip it like that?”
Even beginners didn’t hold the hilt lightly, they gripped it tightly.
“I’ve broken it a few times by gripping it too hard.”
In this place, a weapon like a longsword was a precious item. Even though the Aitz family was a knight family, they weren’t so well-off that they could recklessly break a well-forged longsword.
When Johan was young, he had smashed three training swords, and after that, he had received a stern warning that if he broke one more, they wouldn’t give him a weapon.
Although it was an old and shabby longsword, it was better than nothing in this countryside. Johan had been taking care of this longsword in his own way.
“Hold this.”
Kaegal took out a steel plate and handed it over. Johan grabbed it.
“Pull it with all your strength.”
With a dull sound, the steel plate was torn apart as it was. Kaegal’s eyes widened even more.
“Truly monstrous strength. . .”
“I’m not a monster.”
Johan spoke in a dissatisfied tone. Although he had a good physique and innate strength, that didn’t make him a monster.
“It seems like you haven’t had a chance to use your full strength because you don’t have a need for it. If you were born a thousand years ago, you would have been a hero in mythology.”
In the ancient empire’s mythology, there were unbelievable heroes. Heroes who immersed their bodies in the river of the underworld, making them impervious to spears and swords, or heroes who possessed innate strength and brought down massive temples with their power.
Of course, no one seriously believed in such things. It was just a bygone epic. But Kaegal knew. The fact that such an epic was created meant that there were people with abilities to match it.
Even if not impervious to spears and swords, at least the muscles and skin would have been tough and hard like a beast’s, and even if they couldn’t bring down a temple, they would have been strong enough to break a bull’s neck.
And in Kaegal’s view, Johan’s brute strength was enough to fit into that category. It wasn’t just a good physique and good innate muscular strength.
A brute strength that surpasses common sense!
Kaegal had lived a long life and had wandered not only in the Empire but also in other places. He had seen a few people who showed strength beyond ordinary humans.
And among them, Johan was the best. Even Ferfeng, a knight from the Erlans Kingdom who was rumored to have the strength of a giant, and Kaiwood, renowned for his formidable power among the knights of the Asman Empire, didn’t seem to be at that level.
As Kaegal fell silent, Johan became anxious. Was there a problem?
“Is there a problem?”
“A problem? No. There’s no problem. Unless you can’t control your body because of your overflowing strength, but that’s not the case.”
Unimaginable brute strength. A natural physique. An eye that grasps the essence of technique at a glance. And a beast-like sharp instinct that ties all this together. Johan was already a complete warrior before he was taught. Kaegal got up and stretched out his fingers. There were seven.
“It will take seven to teach you.”
“Seven years. Hmm. I’m not sure if I can hold out that long in this feudatory.”
Can Gessen Aitz survive for seven years?
He might have been able to if he lived a little more restrained life.
“Not seven years.”
Before he finished speaking, Johan kicked a tree. The thick tree split in half with a groaning sound. Kaegal backed away with a stunned expression.
“Who told you to deal with it like that?”
“Is it not allowed?”
“It’s a very good way.”
Even a delicate trap would be destroyed if you went around smashing things like this. When the plan went awry, Kaegal moved to the next trap. Johan followed, on guard.
????????????????????????
Another day of training has ended.
Originally, Johan, who would have ended up drenched in sweat, ended with a few drops of sweat, and Kaegal realized that Johan had finished adapting.
There is no need to teach anymore.
‘It’s bittersweet.’
Kaegal, who originally did not stay in one place, felt regret now.
“There’s nothing more I can teach you.”
“. . . . . .”
Johan just stared at Kaegal in response. It was a look asking him to stay a little longer, but Kaegal refused.
“I’ve never stayed in one place for long.”
“Because you’re an assassin?”
“No, you fool. I’ve been like that since before I became an assassin. Why is it always because of the assassin?”
Johan averted his gaze as if embarrassed.
“I’ve taught you everything I can teach you. There are a few things you haven’t learned, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Try the .”
Kaegal said, throwing a twig.
Originally, was a technique to hold a hidden dagger or secret weapon in your hand at once. If you were proficient in this technique, you could kill your opponent in one shot even in a crowded market and slip away without anyone knowing.
But Johan was not good at this technique.
Because. . .
Crack!
The twig broke as it was. Kaegal shook his head.
“Relax the power!”
“I did relax!”
“Well. . . Well, if God gives you one, you have to take one.”
It wasn’t because the twig was weak. Johan broke even a sturdy dagger or steel awl equally.
He was not good at handling such delicate techniques because he was born with strength.
‘Anyway, there’s no enemy with a sword and bare hands.’
Kaegal didn’t bother to say it. Complacency was the enemy of a warrior. A sheep that was scared and running around was better than a wolf that was complacent.
“I’m satisfied as long as my technique doesn’t disappear and continues. I don’t have any specific expectations from you, and I don’t have any grudges to pay back. Live well on your own.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“But there are a few words to leave. If you have a chance to teach my technique, tell them the name of Kaegal of .”
“I swear.”
“And don’t use the secret techniques I taught you unless you have to. Remember when you use it.”
“Kill the opponent?”
“Yes. Kill it for sure. It’s annoying if they find out. Of course. . . there won’t be many who find out.”
Chapter 5: The End of Childhood 5It required a strength beyond the ordinary to stop in the middle of a full-force swing. Originally, it was a technique that borrowed the power of the opponent's weapon.And Johan did the same. Kaegal was able to realize the reason immediately.It's brute strength!'Kaegal focused on Johan's hand and the hilt of the longsword he was holding. Despite seemingly holding it lightly, the hilt creaked as if he was squeezing out even the strength used to suckle milk.It wasn't because the sword was broken or worn out. It was Johan's strength.Open your hand.?Did you grip it with all your strength just now?No, I held it lightly.You held the sword lightly when you gripped it? Why did you grip it like that?Even beginners didn't hold the hilt lightly, they gripped it tightly.I've broken it a few times by gripping it too hard.In this place, a weapon like a longsword was a precious item. Even though the Aitz family was a knight family, they weren't so well-off that they could recklessly break a well-forged longsword.When Johan was young, he had smashed three training swords, and after that, he had received a stern warning that if he broke one more, they wouldn't give him a weapon.Although it was an old and shabby longsword, it was better than nothing in this countryside. Johan had been taking care of this longsword in his own way.Hold this.Kaegal took out a steel plate and handed it over. Johan grabbed it.Pull it with all your strength.With a dull sound, the steel plate was torn apart as it was. Kaegal's eyes widened even more.Truly monstrous strength. . .I'm not a monster.Johan spoke in a dissatisfied tone. Although he had a good physique and innate strength, that didn't make him a monster.It seems like you haven't had a chance to use your full strength because you don't have a need for it. If you were born a thousand years ago, you would have been a hero in mythology.In the ancient empire's mythology, there were unbelievable heroes. Heroes who immersed their bodies in the river of the underworld, making them impervious to spears and swords, or heroes who possessed innate strength and brought down massive temples with their power.Of course, no one seriously believed in such things. It was just a bygone epic. But Kaegal knew. The fact that such an epic was created meant that there were people with abilities to match it.Even if not impervious to spears and swords, at least the muscles and skin would have been tough and hard like a beast's, and even if they couldn't bring down a temple, they would have been strong enough to break a bull's neck.And in Kaegal's view, Johan's brute strength was enough to fit into that category. It wasn't just a good physique and good innate muscular strength.A brute strength that surpasses common sense!Kaegal had lived a long life and had wandered not only in the Empire but also in other places. He had seen a few people who showed strength beyond ordinary humans.And among them, Johan was the best. Even Ferfeng, a knight from the Erlans Kingdom who was rumored to have the strength of a giant, and Kaiwood, renowned for his formidable power among the knights of the Asman Empire, didn't seem to be at that level.As Kaegal fell silent, Johan became anxious. Was there a problem?Is there a problem?A problem? No. There's no problem. Unless you can't control your body because of your overflowing strength, but that's not the case.Unimaginable brute strength. A natural physique. An eye that grasps the essence of technique at a glance. And a beast-like sharp instinct that ties all this together. Johan was already a complete warrior before he was taught. Kaegal got up and stretched out his fingers. There were seven.It will take seven to teach you.Seven years. Hmm. I'm not sure if I can hold out that long in this feudatory.Can Gessen Aitz survive for seven years?He might have been able to if he lived a little more restrained life.Not seven years.Before he finished speaking, Johan kicked a tree. The thick tree split in half with a groaning sound. Kaegal backed away with a stunned expression.Who told you to deal with it like that?Is it not allowed?It's a very good way.Even a delicate trap would be destroyed if you went around smashing things like this. When the plan went awry, Kaegal moved to the next trap. Johan followed, on guard.????????????????????????Another day of training has ended.Originally, Johan, who would have ended up drenched in sweat, ended with a few drops of sweat, and Kaegal realized that Johan had finished adapting.There is no need to teach anymore.It's bittersweet.'Kaegal, who originally did not stay in one place, felt regret now.There's nothing more I can teach you.. . . . . .Johan just stared at Kaegal in response. It was a look asking him to stay a little longer, but Kaegal refused.I've never stayed in one place for long.Because you're an assassin?No, you fool. I've been like that since before I became an assassin. Why is it always because of the assassin?Johan averted his gaze as if embarrassed.I've taught you everything I can teach you. There are a few things you haven't learned, but there's nothing you can do about it. Try the .Kaegal said, throwing a twig.Originally, was a technique to hold a hidden dagger or secret weapon in your hand at once. If you were proficient in this technique, you could kill your opponent in one shot even in a crowded market and slip away without anyone knowing.But Johan was not good at this technique.Because. . .Crack!The twig broke as it was. Kaegal shook his head.Relax the power!I did relax!Well. . . Well, if God gives you one, you have to take one.It wasn't because the twig was weak. Johan broke even a sturdy dagger or steel awl equally.He was not good at handling such delicate techniques because he was born with strength.Anyway, there's no enemy with a sword and bare hands.'Kaegal didn't bother to say it. Complacency was the enemy of a warrior. A sheep that was scared and running around was better than a wolf that was complacent.I'm satisfied as long as my technique doesn't disappear and continues. I don't have any specific expectations from you, and I don't have any grudges to pay back. Live well on your own.Thank you, Master.But there are a few words to leave. If you have a chance to teach my technique, tell them the name of Kaegal of .I swear.And don't use the secret techniques I taught you unless you have to. Remember when you use it.Kill the opponent?Yes. Kill it for sure. It's annoying if they find out. Of course. . . there won't be many who find out.
