The Disciple’s Disciple (1)

1.

The rough texture of the bandage.

I unwound the bandage that had been wrapped around the sword hilt.

As soon as the bandage was removed, the Magical power’s attraction acted on the sword hilt as if it had been waiting.

“Sss… Haa!”

I took a deep breath and slowly reached out my hand.

Like my body was being dragged into the River of the Dead.

I gripped the sword as if someone had placed it in my hand.

Thump!

My heart leaped.

As if a Siege Ram had broken through the castle walls, the Barrier holding back the Magical power was forcibly opened, and the Magical power began to be sucked out.

It’s eating so greedily.

“Ugh…!”

I narrowed one eye and bit my lower lip.

It felt like thick needles were piercing my entire body.

My heart was racing wildly.

My body was heating up.

The breath escaping through my parted lips was hot enough to burn.

“Keuh…!”

I exhaled all the breath I had been holding back.

-Clang!

I threw the sword away as if shaking it off.

I crouched down on the spot and clutched my left chest.

It was to calm my violently beating heart, but it had little effect due to the plump mass of fat.

“Haa… Keu…”

I rolled on the floor to catch my breath, and finally calmed down.

My limbs drooped.

Panting, I felt the exhaustion washing over me like a wave.

“Heu… Heuheu…”

I chuckled.

It’s a monstrous sword.

It sucks up Magical power infinitely, as if it were the Lord of Gluttony.

I endured and endured to the limit, but this time again, I waved the white flag first.

That’s why it’s fun.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt a wall.

But I don’t despair.

It wasn’t a smooth journey to reach the realm of the Sword Saint.

How many times have I been blocked by walls in my life?

But each time, I eventually overcame them.

This is nothing.

I lasted 3 minutes today.

Considering that I could only last 1 minute at first, it was a great improvement.

“I need to find another way.”

I can’t just rely on my mental strength and endure it blindly.

What about a tug-of-war?

Like a tug-of-war, if it pulls from that side, I pull from this side as well.

“…I’ll do that tomorrow.”

I’ve already used more than half of my Magical power.

Magical power cannot be recovered with Divinity.

The only way to recover is to drink a Mana Recovery Potion or rest.

And it was almost time to leave.

I tidied up the sword.

I re-wrapped the bandage around the sword hilt and hung the sword on the wall.

My pajamas were damp with sweat, but they would dry in the night air, so there was no need to change.

I opened the window.

The cool night air gently caressed my feverish skin.

Feeling a pleasant refreshment, I jumped out of the window.

-Thud!

Today, I landed on the ground after rotating twice.

There’s no need to do a somersault.

But it’s cool.

I headed towards the forest.

To be exact, I headed towards the clearing in the forest.

-Whoosh! Whoosh!

As I got closer to the clearing, I heard the Air-splitting sound hitting the air.

Late at night.

The faint moonlight fell on the clearing.

In the middle of it, a man was wielding a sword.

The Hero’s disciple, Yohan.

Strictly speaking, wouldn’t he be my grand-disciple?

As I approached, Yohan sheathed his sword and bowed politely.

“Good evening, Saintess.”

“Good evening.”

I smiled and greeted him.

The reason I met Yohan in the forest at this late hour was to teach him swordsmanship.

How did this happen?

Yohan’s skills were so poor that it was embarrassing for him to be called the Hero’s disciple.

Whether the person who taught him was wrong or the person who learned was wrong.

I didn’t teach my disciple everything, but I taught him enough so that the name of Hero wouldn’t be a disgrace.

“Looks like you’ve warmed up?”

Sweat was dripping down Yohan’s jawline.

His body was slightly heated, which was enough to start full-scale training.

I tied my long hair, which reached down to my hips, into a single braid.

“Shall we see how good you are first?”

I rolled up the sleeves of my pajamas and raised both fists.

“Come at me.”

2.

At the Saintess’s words, Yohan hesitated for a moment.

Was it really okay to go in?

Small stature.

Slender arms.

No matter how he looked at it, she seemed far from swordsmanship.

But the Sword Dance he had seen her perform last time was real.

The movements of a swordsman.

Her skill was so high that it would be rude to evaluate it.

It seemed like she had already reached another realm.

Gulp.

Yohan swallowed his tension.

The hesitation was short.

When he recalled the Saintess’s Sword Dance, the hesitation disappeared.

“I will go in.”

Yohan abandoned his sword, raised his fists, and leaped forward.

“Huh?”

The Saintess tilted her head at his action.

He boldly threw a fist towards the Saintess’s face.

If a priest of the Holy Nation saw this, they would foam at the mouth and be furious.

“What are you doing?”

The Saintess twisted Yohan’s arm and grabbed it with both arms.

His arm was caught between her soft breasts.

Yohan’s eyes widened at the sensation he was feeling for the first time in his life.

But the feeling of softness was only momentary.

“Huh?”

The world turned upside down.

No, Yohan was turned upside down.

The Saintess’s shoulder throw.

She slammed Yohan to the ground.

“Keuh…!”

Yohan writhed.

It felt like his back was going to shatter.

“Why did you throw away your sword?”

The Saintess released Yohan’s arm and said as if she didn’t understand.

“Yes? Well, since the Saintess isn’t holding a sword, I threw away my sword too?”

“Heh…”

The Saintess chuckled.

“Then how am I supposed to check your swordsmanship?”

“That’s… true.”

“Get up. This time, try coming in with your sword.”

“But the Saintess…”

“Do you think that will work on the battlefield? Being fair is good, but that can be a cause of defeat on the battlefield.”

The Saintess spoke as if she had experience on the battlefield.

“Listen carefully. To win, you have to sincerely give your all in any situation. It’s okay to be called a coward. It’s better to win cowardly than to die and lose.”

The Saintess began to preach.

Words that would come from a commander on the battlefield came out.

Is it okay for the Saintess to aim for cowardice?

That’s what he thought.

“In other words, you’re saying not to go easy on anyone, no matter who they are?”

“That’s right. Especially if there’s someone who threatens what Yohan Hyung has to protect and wants to protect, you shouldn’t go easy on them. You have to be cold-hearted then. Even if the other person begs——.”

The Saintess’s sermon went on.

She seemed serious and a little excited when she talked about the battlefield and combat.

That appearance also looked cute.

“Have you ever been on the battlefield?”

At Yohan’s question, the Saintess flinched.

“N, no way. I’ve lived in a convent my whole life, there’s no way.”

“You spoke as if you had experience…”

“I read it in a book. I like reading various books.”

She’s flustered and stuttering, but there’s no way the Saintess would lie.

Yohan decided to believe the Saintess’s words.

If she doesn’t discriminate against genres, she must have read a book about war.

“You know so much that I thought you had experience.”

“Is that so?”

The Saintess laughed awkwardly.

Yohan also laughed along with the Saintess and got up from his seat.

He didn’t realize it when he was lying down, but his back was throbbing.

Still, he endured and picked up his sword.

“Then, I’ll go in again.”

Yohan stretched his sword straight forward.

The Saintess smiled brightly as if she was satisfied now and nodded.

“Don’t hesitate and come in.”

Yohan rushed at the Saintess once again.

He gripped the sword with both hands and thrust it forward with all his might.

-Shaa!

The Sword Dance cut through the air.

The Saintess avoided Yohan’s sword by slightly turning her body to the side.

Yohan twisted his waist, folded his arms, and swung his sword greatly.

The sword blade, imbued with moonlight, drew a blue Sword Path.

The Saintess simply retreated backwards to evade.

It wasn’t a fast movement.

It was a relaxed movement.

It was as if she was reading all of Yohan’s attacks.

Yohan looked at the Saintess.

There was no opening at all.

Even though she had her arms down, he felt that her guard was solid.

But it wasn’t over.

This time, he approached closely and lifted the sword upwards, drawing a diagonal line from top to bottom.

The Saintess once again distanced herself and evaded.

It was an expected movement.

Yohan forcibly applied force against the inertia to twist his waist in the opposite direction.

At the same time, he took a step forward to close the distance.

His upper body leaned forward and he brought the sword down on the Saintess.

-Tak!

The Saintess pushed away Yohan’s sword blade with her palm.

The Sword Path was twisted and Yohan’s sword cut through the air.

Creating distance, the Saintess wiggled her hand.

It was a signal to come in again.

Is she really the Saintess?

It’s difficult to block a sword with bare hands without considerable courage.

Even trained knights wouldn’t be able to do that.

What if four fingers fall off with a thud by mistake?

Yohan attacked and attacked the Saintess.

But it was all blocked.

Even the attack he was sure would work this time was evaded in vain.

“Haaah!”

Yohan stretched out his Sword Dance and straightened his body like a spear.

“Haa…”

He could see the Saintess sighing.

The Saintess moved one step to the side and easily evaded.

At the same time, she struck Yohan’s back with her fist, slamming Yohan to the ground.

“Keok!”

Did I expect too much because he’s my grand-disciple?

The disappointment is great.

I didn’t know it would be this miserable.

It feels like he only mastered the basics thoroughly.

It’s good that he’s persistent, but he’s only persistent.

It seems like he’s thinking while attacking, but it wasn’t a useful thought.

Why did that child become a disciple?

I can’t understand the Hero, Louis, who made Yohan his disciple.

The Hero, Louis, is a genius.

If you teach him swordsmanship, he absorbs everything and makes it his own.

But Yohan was ordinary.

There’s no sign of talent either.

I wonder how this man was selected as the next Hero.

The Saintess sat down, using Yohan’s back as a chair.

“Your attacks are too straightforward.”

The Saintess’s evaluation continued.

Every time he heard the cold words, his heart welled up.

He was frustrated.

Was he this hopeless?

He didn’t know he wouldn’t be able to pose any threat.

But what made Yohan even more frustrated was…

Her nose, which was twitching with joy in this situation.

The sweet scent unique to women.

The sweet peach scent permeated his sense of smell.

And.

The Saintess’s buttocks, which were pressing down on his back, were soft and pleasant.

-Slap!!

Yohan slapped his own cheek hard for having impious thoughts towards the Saintess.

“It’s good to see you reflecting on your skills.”

I’m sorry, Saintess.

That’s not it.