The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

Standing in front of the camp with a wooden sword, Belov sweats in cold sweat. I'm not just saying it's the way it is. His eyes shake every few seconds, stealing his forehead and eyes.

There was not a single day of attention like today after becoming a guardian cadet, so it was worth it.

These half-moved Belovs, and the cadets watching Jean and Belov.

I had no choice but to think about what Jean had just said.

In this Looncandel.

You can't survive that way.

Why would you say that to me? You did, didn't you?

Is it because I'm too weak? Is it because you're timid? Such a question struck Bellop's mind in the midst of a shudder.

'Is Master Qin trying to humiliate Bellop because he's so stuffy?’

'Is it a warning that you can't stay in Looncandel if you're so weak?’

"You're a lot more cruel than I thought.….’

The cadets felt the same way.

Whether or not, Jean will only keep a close eye on Belov and give strength to the sword's grasp.

"Belop"

"Ah! Yes, yes, master."

Keekekekekekekew.

A small laugh broke out among the cadres. The cadet, unable to hold back his laughter, reflexively shut his mouth. Because of course, I thought Garon's disobedience would fall.

However, he did not give a glance to the cadet who laughed, not to mention Garon.

"I've already lost a lot of physical strength with ten people."

"Yes, sir."

Barely awake, Bellop answered clearly.

"And you'll still be fine."

"Yes."

"And yet."

Jean took a step closer to Belop and continued her back talk.

"I'll be stronger than you. Except for Garron, whoever's here. Maybe I can win one more time."

Belop nodded silently because he couldn't choose his answer.

"That's why I want to fight you."

"My lord, what does that mean to me...... 읏!"

Quaduck!

In an instant, Jean's wooden sword, which narrowed the distance, hit Belop's shoulder. Bellop was startled and sloppy, but he didn't suffer any other damage.

a series of subsequent water-flowing attacks Bellop stepped back and bewitched the attack.

"You take it well.”

"Thank you. Ugh!"

Argh!

Suddenly Jean picked up a handful of sand from the floor of the training ground and scattered it over Belov's face. Belop managed to endure the stinging pain of his eyes, and had no choice but to hold the wooden sword close.

"Do, Master...…!?”

Jean didn't answer and grabbed Belov's side. Bam! The moment Jean's shin hit his thigh, Bellop sank to the floor with a low groan.

"I didn't call you for a fight. I said I wanted to 'fight'."

Jean put her face close to the fallen Belov. Belop managed to open his eyes red with sand and looked up at the camp.

"Maybe," he said. Maybe we can fight everyone again right now. Which means, I'm not 100% sure. Wipe your face."

Bellop brushed the sand off his face and eyes with his hem of clothing.

"......So you're saying, I'm the one you're not sure of course.

"Now we're talking. This is not a battle, it's a fight. Let's do it right. I've just been able to kill you enough, while you were down."

"Lord."

"But since you can't read my intentions, you have shown mercy. Get up, I won't let you go from now on."

A voice too low and dreary to regard as mischievous.

Jean jerked around and widened the street again. Bellop bowed his head, breathed a long sigh, then slowly rose to his feet and raised his throat.

By then, the cadets watching began to wonder if Jean was crazy.

No matter how stupid he is, this is too much... There were cadets who thought that'

Some cadets thought that if the situation went this far, they should come up with a theory and stop them.

Garon is watching silently.

So there was a spirit of frustration in the hearts of the cadets. At the same time, anger rose. Even that great seven-star knight, the swordsman of Looncandel, can't stop Jean Looncandel.

What can they do about it?

Anger over why the strongest Jin in the training camp preyed on the weakest Belop.

Where has the honour of Looncandel gone? To his weaker opponent than himself, is it the honor of Looncandel to sprinkle sand!

The cadets all had such faces.

But the next moment, the distorted faces of the cadets were struck with astonishment.

Whoo-woo-ooh!

Bellop's wooden sword began to shine with an aura. It was a pale and faint anor, but it alone would add deadly cutting power to those who learned the sword.

"Oh, come on... ...!”

The last in ten thousand years of training suddenly made an error, but the cadets were not surprised at the fact.

At this rate, one of the two could die.

"Teacher! We must stop him! This is the training team!"

"Garon Bridge..."

"The sword instructor, Garon Altemiro!"

Jean stared at Garon and shouted.

"Speak, Master."

"What you saw today, keep it a secret forever. It means not to inform other Looncandel besides me."

"Okay."

In the meantime, Bellop turned off the auger of the wooden sword.

But no longer Belov's face was imbued with fear. There is only a little bit of despondency and anger.

"Really, is this what you want?”

"I knew you'd use Orser. Then you'd better not spare."

Jean and Bellop.

The two glared at each other for a moment. The cadets screaming for him to stop sweated at the hands of them, and a few seconds of silence passed.

And it was Belov who took off first. He moved with amazing flexibility and instantly caught Jean's side.

Quasik! Jean blocked the struck Bellop's wooden sword.

Two tangled men fought a power struggle to push each other away. Blood had sprung out on the boys' forearms, and two wooden swords trembled with similar strength.

"You made a mistake, Master. If you wanted to fight me.”

I'much!

Jean's wooden sword began to grind away. Bellop put an auror on his own wooden sword again.

"Before fighting ten others... You should have done this!”

Beep!

Jean's wooden sword was broken. Not Belov, not the cadets. The short moment of Belop's brilliant wooden sword penetrating Jean's shoulder felt very slow.

The wood sword will cut Jean's shoulder, and reach her heart. At a moment's notice, Jean did not miss Belov's expression of despair.

The despair of being hateful to the youngest of Looncandel.

And driven by the situation, the despair of having to cut down on Master Chin, who cared for himself. Bellop's clear eyes were imbued with such feelings.

"Where!"

Bang!

Something heavy hit the side of Belov's wooden sword. Looncandelian chessmanship, cutting off. It was Jean's hard palms.

Bellop's body shook in the reactionary bounce of the wooden sword. While the centerless Bellop was winding, Jean quickly grabbed his back and strangled him.

"Kuck!"

Most cadets didn't even know what was going on. Except for some of the top cadets like Mesa Milcano.

'Crazy! What's that! Are you crazy?!’

Mesa could not be trusted by sight. I was shocked in Dalian earlier, but that's nothing compared to Jin's current prowess.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

From behind, the strangled bellop gave up his breath. As soon as the less fortunate cadets stood up to stop them, Jean loosened her arm.

Belop, who turned around, gritted his teeth and stared at Jean.

"Why do you stop? You said let's do it right. Don't stop, Master, you won! Are you satisfied now? Are you happy to play with people? Yes?"

a voice filled with indignation

Jean shook her head.

"Not good."

"If it's bad, why the hell...…!”

"It's painful for me to provoke you like this. It's very painful."

"What do you know about me! What do you know to make it so hard?”

"I don't know you very well. But I know this. Conscience is... an attitude that is only possible when you have become a great power."

Belop, who stopped moving, recalled what Jean first said.

In this Looncandel, you can't survive that way.

"You just realized, but you're weaker than me. And better than me. I like that about you. But if you only do good things, you can't survive this hell.”

While Jean was talking, the cadets didn't even make a small breath.

So I heard the main sound of Bellop's voice leaking out to hold back my tears.

"Belop. Belop Schmidt." Look at me. Raise your head and look at me."

Belop and Jean's eyes met.

"Please, long enough that you can keep your good heart forever."

Jean who pauses for a moment and puts her hand on Belop's shoulder.

"I hope to be strong. If you can, with me. And with everyone here. And, sorry."

Bellop nodded. No, I think it was stirred.

So it was difficult for Jean to judge whether it was positive or negative, but soon Belov moved toward the cadres.

At that time, servants who plucked a huge iron can full of crude dishes entered the training ground.

"Uh... moody Master Chin, instructor Garon? Should I come back later?"

Bellop opened his mouth while the servants were looking.

"For today, take it yourself."

Jean laughed bitterly.

"Yes, I'll take yours for you today."

Before starting the afternoon training after the meal, Garon quietly found Jean.

"You awakened Belop Schmidt. He's very talented, but he's weak-minded.Man... thanks to you. Most of all, it would have been a good stimulus."

"Garon."

"Yes."

"It's awakening, it's character, so don't speak thoughtlessly. Whatever I meant to do, it would have been a great wound to Belov."

"Today, you just acted like a Looncandelian. Don't keep it in your mind. You're just a cadet, aren't you? The owner is not to be pitied."

Jean was about to stare at Gar론을n, with a grinned.

"Supervisor cadet sword instructor, Garon Altemiro. The only area in which you can judge me is swordsmanship. Cut the presumptuous test."

Garon felt his intestines cool at Jean's reply.

You described the Black Kings I've met as the Little King....you're a beast of prey.’

Garon smiled and bowed his head.

"Sorry, young master. As you said, I'll keep my mouth shut about today."