My Villains Episode 017
5â2. Maintenance (2)
The gang that Uncle Gilius belonged to consisted of a total of 6 people, 4 warriors, 1 archer and 1 priest. The leader of the gang was a mercenary named âGraniaâ.
It was thanks to Uncle Giliusâs flair that I was able to get along with this gang.
After the Battle of the Docks was over, I was getting paid and I was collecting loot, and I was pretending to be friendly.
Of course, even within the Grania gang, there were a few people who didnât like me. It was a natural reaction since he would have seen me run amok during the battle. It was also a technique that gave off an ominous appearance in many ways.
But because of my good manners and good looks, I soon made some friends with everyone. It was the attitude that I donât like idiots, but if itâs idiots on our side, it doesnât matter.
Then, after a drink together, the entire gang moved their lodgings to the Batgo-dong Inn. They said they were dissatisfied with the inn they were staying at, but... they were truly exciting mercenaries.
The person I became closest to after Uncle Gilius was Grania, the leader of the gang.
The vermillion-haired female warrior whom I admired in a battle by the docks. She was Grania.
I donât know what sheâs like as a leader, but from my point of view, she was definitely a skilled fighter.
right!
âConcentrate!â
â oh.â
Taking advantage of my distraction, Grania pushed up the original shield and cut off my wooden sword and arm.
As soon as the guard opens, Graniaâs neck sword strikes at her chin.
Woo = 7 Ha
quickly pulled up the buckler to block it, but Grania tapped the buckler and turned her wrist using a long anti-elastic force.
widely!
hit the other shoulder.
âTsk right.â
When I backed down, admitting defeat, Grania also stopped and asked a question.
âIsnât the gap between the shield and the sword widened again this time?â
âThatâs right.â
âWhen to operate the buckler?â
âPay special attention to the coordination of both hands.â
âokay. go again.â As soon as he finished speaking, Grania took a posture.
It was the posture of holding a sword in the middle, covering the head and shoulders obliquely with the circle shield held in the left arm.
âWhoa.â
I took a deep breath and took a pose.
It was the posture of stretching both legs slightly apart and bending them, then gathering the wooden sword and buckler forward.
Among the mercenaries, Grania had excellent skills.
No matter how much I was limiting my strength and speed, Phoenix was still absolutely superior to Grania in terms of physique and Lichâs weight.
However, because of the difference in skill and experience, I could hardly stand her.
The sparring between me and Grania ended in as short as four or as long as fifteen, and it started again immediately. In such repetition, I
was able to
continue receiving corrections, experiencing, and embodying the theory .
It had already been five days since he had been learning swordsmanship from Grania morning and night like this. No, itâs not just swordsmanship, itâs supposed to be learning about overall combat skills including shields.
The reason for this was because of my request. Remembering her skills, I offered her a price and asked her to teach me.
Upon receiving my request, Grania looked suspicious at first.
I am the one who earned the not-so-funny nickname of âCrazy Prosecutorâ for my performance on the dockside.
I thought that Grania was teasing me when I asked her to teach me swordsmanship.
Of course, after a couple of sparring sessions, I dispelled those doubts. It was because he realized that I was a beginner who did not even know the basics of sword fighting.
Grania was suspicious of the huge gap between my skills and body, but she didnât ask any other questions. He only sparred as much as he was paid for.
Graniaâs teachings were, as expected, practical and unexpectedly scientific. Shouldnât it be epidemiological?
âFuh, does that make a difference?â
At my question, Grania shrugged her shoulders with a wry smile.
âI thought I was good at technology, but now I donât know. Are you really learning for the first time?â
When I smiled silently, Grania was making a disgusted expression.
You donât think Iâve spent five pieces of silver for a joke, do you?
No matter what she thought, Graniaâs teaching was worth the price I paid. It even made me wonder if I had given too little.
It was only five days of practice, but I made great progress.
The match against Grania was 41 losses in 43 matches on the first morning, 11 losses in 21 matches this morning... In terms of win rate, it jumped more than ten times. If the me on the first day and the me now fight, maybe nine times out of ten I would win.
This was partly because Graniaâs teachings were great, but it was also because of the memories inherent in my body.
The playable characters in the Dark World game were not ordinary civilians from the beginning, but were sufficiently trained.
Even the Elemental Wizards were, according to the setting, not boys and girls who knew nothing about magic, but wizards who had been trained in the Palace of La Palais for ten years.
It was the same with the blood knights.
Phoenix was the knightâs seed. The class name itself, âBlood Knightâ, was due to this setting. It is the setting of a knight who manifested blood sculling.
A knightâs seed was a being who spent most of his teenage years mastering combat skills, starting from childhood.
Poinix probably did the same, and it seemed that the techniques he had mastered at that time were engraved on his body, even if they did not remain on his head. This is probably the reason why my skills rapidly improve while sparring.
And if you carefully guess, you probably still havenât pulled out all of Phoenixâs skills.
It was because Phoenix, who had not been appointed and was no different from a knight, would not have less skills than a mere mercenary.
In the sparring that followed, I finally let go of the green onion kimchi after winning three times.
Grania, who was sitting on the edge of the well, grunted while wiping off sweat and dirt.
âHa ha ha â Iâm going to die. Are you going to do it tonight too? I heard the sewer goes down tomorrow?â
âYou should rest today. And Iâll practice alone for a while.â
âokay? Well, thereâs nothing to teach anymore. Try to refine it in practice. If you really learned it for the first time, you would be a born genius, so your skills would improve quickly.â
Grania nodded as if she was relieved, and asked as if she remembered something.
âOh, didnât you say you ordered a shield?â
âhuh. I was about to go find it soon.â
âYour buckler looks pretty good, isnât it a pity? Youâve learned quite a bit how to handle it.â
Iâve only experienced two actual battles, but I learned a lot while going through the crisis of crossing death.
And the most threatening thing in that crisis was none other than the arrow.
I was injured enough to die from being hit by an arrow on the boat, and I was almost exhausted from the arrow on the pier.
I was several times more afraid of the arrow that flew in the blink of an eye than the spear or ax in front of me.
Thatâs why he ordered a large round shield like the one Grania was using.
It didnât matter if the buckler he was using was a magic item or whatever. If things hadnât happened, I would have taken off the door and carried it around. Thatâs why I was afraid of arrows.
âare you okay. Because I practiced a lot with Giliusâs shield. And I wished it was a bit heavier. Itâs a lump of iron, but itâs so small.â
âWell, though the buckler is easy to carry, it lacks stability. Itâs a bit disappointing to use it in a big battle.â
When Grania entered the inn after talking about this and that, I drew water from the well and washed my face, as was customary.
It was then.
â hey.â
âEh?â
After blowing my nose, I looked up and saw Ellen standing there.
what is this guy Where do you keep popping out?
I quickly finished washing my face and asked while wiping my eyes with my sleeve.
âDidnât you go to meditate?â
âI tried to, but I canât concentrate.â
âConcentration? Hey, originally, even if you canât concentrate, you do it with your butt. What a young guy?
â Donât try to teach me when youâre only a few years older than me.â
...This bitch was quiet for a while, and then itâs like this again.
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