The Disciple’s Disciple (2)

1.

“I see what your skill level is.”

The Saintess, who had been using Yohan as a chair, stood up, dusting off her bottom.

“There are two things you need right now, Hyung.”

His skill was greatly disappointing.

Objectively speaking, it was enough to get into the academy.

But it was terrible for someone burdened with the heavy responsibility of being the next Hero.

That didn’t mean she had given up.

Even if it was questionable how he was chosen as the next Hero, he must have been chosen because he was a talent who would become a Hero.

“First, thinking.”

The Saintess raised her index finger.

“Yohan Hyung doesn’t think enough when he attacks.”

“I did think…”

“What was that?”

The Saintess glared at him.

“…Ah, it’s nothing.”

He was overwhelmed by the Saintess’s gaze.

Contrary to her lovely appearance, she had the aura of a great man.

“You have to keep thinking and be prepared for any situation. I’m not saying to think about the next move when an attack is blocked, but to think about the moves in advance in preparation for when an attack is blocked. The flow of battle can change with just a brief opening.”

She mimed slitting her throat with her index finger.

It was a gruesome expression for the Saintess to make.

“And you shouldn’t just think about the opponent’s movements. You have to think about your own movements too.”

The Saintess stared intently at Yohan.

Yohan was nervous.

She really had a beautiful face.

It was amazing how her features fit on such a small face.

It was hard to keep eye contact, so Yohan subtly averted his gaze.

“Don’t stare so much at where you’re going to attack, like you’re doing now.”

“I understand.”

“Just fixing this habit will be a big help.”

The Saintess held up two fingers.

“Secondly, what you need is Mana control ability.”

This was a problem that Yohan himself was well aware of.

It had been five years since he started training his Magical power in earnest.

He had succeeded in recognizing Magical power, but he couldn’t use it.

It was difficult.

No.

He had no talent.

Even after being directly taught by the Hero, it was the same.

Was the teaching wrong?

That wasn’t it.

You could see the growth of the Imperial Knights who had been taught by the Hero.

He was the only one who couldn’t grow.

“How do you usually train?”

“First… I circulate Magical power, and then I concentrate Magical power…”

In response to the Saintess’s question, Yohan babbled about his training method.

“Haa…”

After listening to the training method, the Saintess sighed deeply, holding her forehead.

“Don’t tell me… is that the method you learned from the Hero?”

“Yes.”

The Saintess frowned.

Her round eyes became sharp.

She looked angry.

“…When did I ever teach like that?”

“Pardon?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

The Saintess shook her head.

Her long, animal-like ponytail swayed.

“I’ll teach you. Get up.”

Yohan, who had been lying on the floor, got up, brushing the dirt off his clothes.

“Theory is important. But since Magical power differs from person to person, you have to master your own way of using Magical power.”

How did I teach when I taught the Hero?

Did I inject theoretical knowledge into his head?

No.

“And the easiest way to master it is to learn with your body.”

“With my body…?”

Yohan looked at the Saintess’s body.

The soft curves unique to women.

The pelvis that spread out below her slender waist.

He knew it was a thought that deserved punishment from the Celestial God, but she really had a seductive figure.

“You’ll realize it as you get hit.”

The Saintess said.

She said with a kind smile.

There was nothing special when she taught the Hero.

Sparring and more sparring.

They only sparred until he realized it on his own.

“Come at me one more time.”

The Saintess clenched her fist and took a stance.

“I understand.”

Yohan picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor.

“No. This time, use your bare hands. Before you can use a sword, you have to build a body that can use a sword.”

“I understand what you mean.”

Yohan put down the sword.

“I’ll go in.”

“You don’t have to report everything.”

Then I won’t refuse.

She rushed at Yohan.

She pulled her shoulder back like drawing a bow and thrust her fist forward.

-Thwack!

The Saintess grabbed Yohan’s fist with one hand.

He tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t come out as if it were stuck in a wall.

The Saintess pulled Yohan’s arm towards her, burrowing into Yohan’s chest. And she struck Yohan’s abdomen with her palm.

“Ugh…!”

His body flew backwards and rolled on the floor.

“Don’t give them an opening. Even if an attack is blocked, don’t panic and immediately follow up with the next move. I told you to think, didn’t I?”

“Cough… Yes.”

Wiping the regurgitated fluid from his mouth, Yohan stood up again.

The moment he stood up.

The Saintess’s fist was right in front of him.

How do I defend?

“Slow.”

The Saintess’s fist slammed into Yohan’s face.

It didn’t hurt much because she had released Body Enhancement just before hitting him.

“What’s the point of just thinking when I told you to think?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll hit you for real next time.”

The sparring continued.

“Ugh!”

“Don’t create patterns in your actions.”

“Cough!”

“Keep thinking. Think about the next move and the next move.”

“Cough!”

“You can’t lose focus. If you lose focus on the battlefield, you’ll go straight to Valhalla.”

“Ugh!!”

“Circulate Magical power while moving your body. Don’t just rush in with brute force.”

One hour passed.

A tattered Yohan sprawled out on the floor in the shape of a large letter.

Yohan couldn’t even touch the Saintess.

Every attack was blocked.

When an attack was blocked, the Saintess’s punishment awaited.

He was thrown, pushed, and even kicked.

“Let’s stop here for today.”

The Saintess placed her hand on Yohan’s chest.

His shirt was soaked with sweat.

“No, wait.”

She was about to heal his wounds but stopped.

“Look at your wounds and review today’s sparring.”

“Yes… Thank you.”

“You can’t be full on your first try.”

The Saintess encouraged him not to be disappointed and returned to the dormitory.

“I… have to go back too….”

His body wouldn’t listen.

He couldn’t move.

Yohan slowly closed his eyes.

2.

The next day.

Yohan was limping through the academy.

His whole body ached.

The fatigue from yesterday remained intact.

The way to class felt long.

Should I skip a day?

Fatigue whispered in his ear, tempting him.

Yohan shook his head.

He couldn’t do that.

The more he fell behind, the more diligent he had to be.

Even if he couldn’t become an honor student, he shouldn’t become a poor student.

He was heading to the lecture hall with his heavy body.

“Hey!”

-Thwack!

“Agh!!”

Someone hit Yohan hard on the back.

The muscle pain exploded.

Yohan twisted his body and looked back.

A small girl like a little child was standing there, blinking her eyes.

“I didn’t hit you that hard?”

Reine, a freshman in the Magic department.

They had become friends after experiencing danger together at the entrance ceremony.

“Ah… Hello… Reine.”

Yohan greeted her, trembling with muscle pain.

“What’s wrong? Why are you like a sick chicken?”

“Yesterday…”

Yohan paused for a moment.

It was a secret that he was receiving training from the Saintess.

“I moved too intensely last night, so my back hurts.”

Yohan patted his stiff back.

“Wh, what?!”

Reine was startled.

Reine’s face turned red.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Night.

Intense movement.

Back pain the next day.

Combining the three, there was only one thing Reine could think of.

“Wh, wh, what are you suddenly talking about, you pervert!!”

Reine screamed and hit Yohan before returning the way she came.

“Agh!!”

Yohan stared at Reine, blinking his eyes.

“Ouch… Why is she suddenly like that?”

He was dumbfounded.

He knew she had a fiery temper, but he didn’t expect her to suddenly act like this.

He hadn’t said anything rude.

He decided to ask her why she was angry when he met her next time.

Yohan headed back to the lecture hall.

“Kyaaa~!”

On the way to the lecture hall.

He heard screams from the female students somewhere.

It wasn’t a scream asking for help in danger, but a scream like when they saw a cute cat.

A male student was surrounded by female students.

A giant.

Healthy, tanned skin.

A student called the hero of the academy.

“His name was Hoth, right?”

Hoth was looking straight ahead with a blunt face.

Even though he was surrounded by women, he didn’t seem interested in them.

He wouldn’t be strange if he was a little smug.

They lived in different worlds.

He had defeated two Demons by himself, right?

Shouldn’t he be the next Hero instead of me?

Hoth, who had female students on both sides, suddenly started running.

Yohan followed him with his eyes.

There was a girl where he arrived.

“Saintess! Good morning!”

Hoth bowed 90 degrees, showing extreme courtesy.

He was from the Southern Kingdom, but he seemed to be a follower of the Celestial God Church.

Yohan naturally looked at the Saintess as well.

A kind smile.

Beauty that captivated the heart.

It was understandable that a warrior from the Southern Kingdom had become a follower of the Celestial God Church.

How could you not like that girl?

But others wouldn’t know.

That a cold-blooded swordsman’s appearance was hidden behind that loveliness.

He felt a strange sense of superiority.

“Hello, Yohan Hyung.”

“Huh?”

When he came to his senses, the Saintess was in front of him.

“Ah, hello.”

The Saintess lifted her heels and whispered to Yohan.

“…To the same place tonight.”

The Saintess smiled brightly at Yohan.

Pretty.

Cute.

But…….

I’m going to roll around a lot again tonight…….

Yohan’s abdomen, which he had been hit yesterday, throbbed.