Chapter 37: A Spark (3) – 36

<Lysander's POV>

Opening my eyes to see the morning sun shining through the blinds, I found myself resting my head on the bed in my room, having accidentally fallen asleep even after trying to tell myself that I needed to stay up all night to take care of Vasilie.

Honestly, it was a disappointment. I truly thought that my body could have done better.

Looking up to study Vasilie's condition, I found that she had probably woken up in the middle of the night, as she had somehow fallen asleep in a seated position with nothing to lean on.

'Damn, such crazy core strength, and she doesn't even have abs to show for it! Broken character model, with that perfect figure...'

Anyways, I quickly got up, fixed my appearance in less than 5 seconds, and then I gingerly touched Vasilie's shoulder and shook her awake.

"...Huh?"

Rapidly blinking her eyes as to wake up quickly after feeling the unfamiliar touch on her shoulder, she quickly drew her eyes across the scene in front of her, her orange pupils finally landing on my face.

"You done?" I asked, hurrying her up in the process of quickly absorbing the situation.

"Yeah..."

"So, are you ready to train again? I know that it's late for our appointed training time, but we need to get you up to speed. Your adaptability is just horrendous."

She only stared at me, as her disposition didn't allow for any other reaction to occur.

Honestly, it was refreshing for me. After all, I was used to people being pushed away or being angry at me after I just told them the hard truth, I mean, I was just a guy that wasn't afraid to speak the objective truth, and if you disagreed and got mad, then that was just because you knew you were wrong and had nowhere else to direct your anger.

Anyways, her reaction of having no reaction, just a continuous stare that was unflinching, was a refreshing reaction, and one that I wholeheartedly welcomed.

"What are you sitting there staring for? Let's go!"

This got her moving, as she quickly got out of bed, only to find that she was wearing only her undergarments, but all her skin from the chin down was covered in white bandages anyways, so there wasn't really any problem.

But, if I wasn't tripping, was that a little red that I saw built up on the tip of her ears?

Well, whether it was there or not didn't matter, she just calmly walked out of the room, and so I followed after, not forgetting to grab a cloak that I swung over her body as soon as I caught up to her.

Feeling the weight on her shoulders, she just turned her head around to look at me curiously, before continuing to walk without a care in the world.

All I could do was sigh, as, after all, she was a young noble lady, yet, she didn't even care about her outside appearance even after I painstakingly covered the entirety of her body when bringing her to my room. It was just a little bit annoying.

"Char." I muttered under my breath.

Feeling her presence appear right next to me after I said her name, I continued,

"Take her back to my room, change her clothes into those used for training, and then bring her to the training hall. Take your time so that I'll meet both of you there."

"Yes, Young Master."

And then, right in front of my eyes, Vasilie disappeared.

Just shaking my head, as, after all this time, I still couldn't perceive even the slightest movement from Char, I just accepted the fact that I needed to grow even stronger, before I started hurrying to the training ground.

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"There are three rules that one must follow, not as a swordsman, but as a soldier on the battlefield, a being who's only job and destiny is to kill their enemies, or die trying."

We had both arrived at the training hall, Vasilie being a little surprise at the sudden whirlwind of activity around her, but she had probably extrapolated what had happened after thinking about it for a little bit.

"One, you must always adapt and be consistently looking for openings in your opponent's fighting style and the structure of their body."

Pointing my wooden sword at her, I continued,

"For instance, one weakness that any experienced warrior would point out in you, is that you rely too heavily on the abundance of your mana, leaving a few non-lethal parts of your body open. But, you see, when striking these 5 points in no particular order, one can cause their enemy to lose their grip on their sword as their opponent's mana circuits seize up for a second."

Tapping on each of the points with my sword, I then watched as she froze up for a second, dropping her sword.

"Clatter!"

"This is a common method of dispatching an enemy that almost every killer knows, so, you should also keep it in mind."

She nodded, raptly paying attention to my words.

"Two, you must take into account your surroundings at all times, making sure that you aren't being pushed into a trap or ambush. Of course, your opponent could also use the environment itself and throw sand or dirt in your eyes, but remember, if applicable, you are physically able to do so too. Do not through away these "dirty" wins, as, even though it might stain your honor, being alive is the most important ideal of a killer."

Once again, she nodded, hopefully committing these words into her memory.

"Three, you must never show emotion during a fight. Whether it be fear, bolstering the opponent, or pity, allowing yourself to become open to an opponent's attack, you must never show or feel a single emotion during battle, as any emotion is a weakness that must be extinguished. If you are fighting someone you know, throw the thoughts of your friendship to the back of your mind, you must only think of the means to kill them, and nothing else. Only after their death, can you cry in the sadness of killing a friend, only then will it be beneficial to you to feel bad, only then will you truly remember them as a friend, and nothing else, as they were never the true enemy in the first place."

I spoke this with a hint of nostalgia in my voice, but I could already tell that she hadn't noticed this, as she kept the usual cold, indifferent expression on her face.

"Well, if you have no questions, let's begin!"

I immediately took the initiative to rush at her.

"Crack!"

During the first clash between our wooden swords, they both shattered.

Smiling on the outside, but grimacing on the inside, I could only think,

'Damn! What's up with this broken character?! She's only the tritagonist! How did she learn so fast?!'

I could only shake my head, before returning my attention back to the fight and continuing.

After all, there was nothing else I could do or wanted to do, I was trying getting stronger too, and this would help me immeasurably.

"Crack!"

My first lesson continued.

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