Before the sun had even had time to climb to the top of the Sunset Mountains, a long and shrill cry had already resounded throughout the entire Sunset Garrison Camp, startling many birds and animals in the mountains, and making a rustling sound in the forest.
Those who live in the garrison seem to have become accustomed to this abnormal sound. Some soldiers who got up early to practice are still rehearsing their movements in an orderly manner, and a few who got up early in the morning to help them
The mentors who packed up their armor and equipment and the knight apprentices who tidied up the house were also doing their own things. Perhaps the only impact of this weird cry in this military camp was to make some bad guys who were qualified to sleep in.
, from this kind of cry that seemed miserable but also revealed a bit of comfort, I dreamed of some unhealthy things.
With a "click" sound, Kermilla, who was standing in front of instructor Calvin's cabin, practicing drawing a sword in the early morning weather, quickly put the big sword in her hand into the scabbard and walked to the door of the cabin.
, took out a bottle of recovery potion from his arms and waited there.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was opened, and Link walked out with a grin on his face, his hands constantly touching his arms and many places on his body.
Kermilla stepped forward with concern, handed over the recovery potion in her hand, and asked: "Still not hiding?! Are they all hit again?!"
"Yeah." Link nodded angrily: "Five sticks, not even one of them can be avoided. Oh, please help me paint that place on the back. I can't reach it. This old guy is hitting more and more angles."
Tricky!"
"Cough...cough..." Bearded Calvin slowly walked out of the cabin: "Dear Link, I seem to hear what you are saying?"
"Oh, dear Mr. Calvin," Link's face immediately turned into a smile: "I am describing your magic to Kermilla. We don't know when it will take us to reach your level.
So be sure to practice well!”
"Well", Calvin nodded with satisfaction: "It's right to practice diligently. You can go practice drawing swords with Kermilla now!"
"Alas", he stretched out: "In order to train you and Kermilla, I had to get up early and late at night. Now I'm a little sleepy again. I'll go to the house to rest for a while. You and Kermilla are here.
Practice your swordsmanship well, wait until the sun is in the middle, prepare something delicious, and then wake me up. Then you will have to train your reflexes again. Alas, being your mentor is really hard work!"
Calvin muttered, slowly walked back to the room, and closed the door with a bang!
"Abnormal!" Link and Kermilla cursed in a low voice, almost at the same time, in the direction of the cabin.
After the two of them passed the so-called entry test of Master Calvin and truly became knight apprentices recognized by Master Calvin, they discovered that their nightmare was not over, but had just begun!
The magical Instructor Calvin didn't seem to have the slightest intention to teach them swordsmanship and fighting spirit. That night, just after announcing that Link and Kermilla were officially recognized as his knight apprentices, Instructor Calvin couldn't wait to take out a sword.
A large wooden stick as thick as Link's arm announced that it would officially start training Link's reflexes starting from the next day.
Although Link was curious about the purpose of the big wooden stick, he didn't know it until he stood opposite Calvin's mentor who had the big wooden stick in the room of Calvin's cabin the next day.
Instructor Calvin's so-called strengthening of Link's reaction training actually consisted of him taking a wooden stick as thick as an arm and beating him violently on his head and face!
Moreover, Teacher Calvin also stipulated that Link could not block with anything, not even his own arms, nor could he run out of the small room, nor could he make any attack moves against the great Teacher Calvin.
In other words, besides jumping up and down, dodging left and right, Link doesn't even have the freedom to run around!
And this kind of ravage gradually increased from once a day to once every morning, noon and evening every day!
Of course, the great mentor Calvin once again swore that his unique training method in the world was the most effective method passed down from ancient times. But every time Link was beaten all over the head by mentor Calvin.
When he was packing, he looked at Master Calvin's wild laughter while waving a big stick, and his excited eyes, but he always thought of a certain kind of medicine that his little dad had mentioned to him before, which was said to only exist among the aristocratic class of the empire.
It's a very weird existence called "sadism".
However, Mentor Calvin is quite measured. Considering Link's body, generally speaking, he only hits Link with five sticks every time. However, at this rate, Link will basically have to hit him enough every day.
After being hit with the stick fifteen times over the past few months, Link himself felt that his muscles were almost as thick as Kermilla.
But Link always felt that it was because he was swollen by Master Calvin’s big stick!
On the contrary, Kermilla didn't know whether it was because of his honesty, or because Mentor Calvin did not force him to participate in this kind of evasion because of his increasingly developed muscles with sufficient attack power.
During the training, he generously followed Kermilla's request and gave him a large sword imitating a knight, and began to teach Kermilla to practice what instructor Calvin called "real swordsmanship."
And this "real swordsmanship" actually only has one action, which is to pull the sword out of the scabbard and then insert it back!
"Well, we have to be fast." Sometimes when he was in a good mood, instructor Calvin would stand aside and watch Kermilla practice this "real swordsmanship", and he would also give some majestic instructions: "This won't work, you have to go faster.
!”
Link stood listlessly next to Kermilla, also holding a large sword imitating a knight, constantly unsheathing the sword, unsheathing the sword, unsheathing the sword, and unsheathing the sword.
Although he was somewhat doubtful about the "real swordsmanship" mentioned by instructor Calvin from the bottom of his heart, in any case, at this stage, the only thing instructor Calvin really taught them was this set of "real swordsmanship."
, so they have nothing else to do except practice this set of things every day.
"Well, actually using this angle, it seems that we can go a little faster!" Kermilla pulled out her sword for the hundreds of times in the morning. As if she had gained some experience, she adjusted the angle and continued to practice it.
He drew his sword, but couldn't help but sigh at Link: "Besides this set of 'real swordsmanship', we don't know when we will learn other things. Yesterday I saw a few people who were following Master Kadi.
There are knight apprentices, and they have already begun to learn fighting spirit!"
"Oh," Link replied casually without knowing what he was thinking.
"Fighting spirit!" Kermilla didn't care about Link's attitude and still sighed to herself, with a look of longing on her face: "Fighting spirit is a symbol of knights! If our mentor Calvin taught us
As for fighting spirit, it must be different from what they learned! I wonder what color Master Calvin’s fighting spirit will be?!"
In fact, he also knew that according to the rules, it was impossible for knight apprentices like them to learn the fighting skills of their respective mentors. Generally speaking, all the mentors taught their knight apprentices were compiled by the Imperial Knights.
The most superficial, popular version of fighting spirit is actually just to lay the foundation for these knight apprentices. To learn higher levels of fighting spirit, you can only wait until you are promoted in the future, or you have to pass on a senior
It is possible only for knights who inherit the knight's inheritance, so even if Master Calvin really teaches them fighting spirit, they can only be the same kind of mass goods as those knight apprentices who have learned fighting spirit now. But things haven't happened yet.
Before this happens, we always have to allow young people to retain their hopes and fantasies for the future!
"I wonder when it will take me to learn fighting spirit?!" Kermilla muttered to herself, shaking her head regretfully.
Even the lowest popular version of fighting spirit is good. Those heroic knights in the legend rely on fighting spirit to achieve their great achievements! Only when you possess fighting spirit can you be considered as having stepped into the door of knighthood!
"Link, you said...ah..."
Kermilla was still immersed in her imagination. She turned around to talk to Link. When she turned around, she saw Link's sword unsheathed. She didn't know how her hand turned around, and the big sword turned around.
The sword drew a strange mark in mid-air, and with a "bang" sound, it hit his back very quickly!
"Ah!" Kermilla jumped up all of a sudden. Fortunately, what they were holding now was a large sword made of imitation of a knight's sword. Although it was not much different from the knight's sword in terms of appearance and weight, but
Since these are used for practice, in order to avoid accidental injuries among some novices, they are all unsharpened things, otherwise the poor Kmilako will be cut in half at this time, but
Even if the sword in Link's hand was just a blunt iron bar, and he didn't use much force, it was always uncomfortable to hit his back like this. Kermilla kept rubbing her hand.
He touched his back and shouted: "Link, what are you doing?!"
"Aha", Link didn't even know that he had hit Kmilla hard. His eyes lit up and he shouted to himself: "So this is what this stick looks like, hehe, this
I understood it all of a sudden!”
"Uh, Link," Kermilla finally understood: "So you are studying the method of mentor Calvin's beating on you!"
"Yeah", Link turned around, and then remembered what happened just now, and quickly asked: "Kemilla, did I hit you just now!"
"It's okay, it's okay." Kermilla endured the pain and waved her hand to Link nonchalantly: "How is it? Did you research anything just now?!"
"Well, I have a clue." Link nodded: "Hey, hey, I finally know how to pull out the stick from Teacher Calvin!"
"Oh? It looked very powerful just now." Kermilla's eyes also lit up: "But..."
He scratched his head: "Didn't Instructor Calvin stipulate that when you are receiving training, you cannot block or counterattack? Then if you know how Instructor Calvin draws out the stick, you will know how to do it
Can you escape it?!"
"I don't know." Link shook his head, but with that evil smile on his face: "But there will always be someone who knows!"
"Who is it?!" Kermilla asked naively, and it took a while before she realized what was happening. She opened her mouth wide in fright, looked at Link and shouted, "Do you want to attack..."
"Shh!" Link quickly made a gesture to ask him to lower his voice, and he laughed: "I would like to see how Teacher Calvin avoids this stick!"
"But...but..." Kemilla always felt that something was wrong with this, but she couldn't explain it for the moment. After a while, she said: "But aren't you unable to fight back?"
"Mr. Calvin said that I can't fight back when I'm in training, but he didn't say that I can't sneak attack him when I'm not in training. You forgot, Master Calvin taught us: 'As a knight, in every moment,
At all times, we cannot relax our vigilance to the dangers around us! 'We are also testing the teachings of Master Calvin!" Link patiently enlightened Kermilla.
"Well, it seems to make sense!" Kermilla nodded heavily.
"I may need your help to attract Teacher Calvin's attention then! As long as I learn how to avoid Teacher Calvin, I will never be hit by this stick again in the future!" Link looked like he was kidnapping a lamb.
Little Fox.
"Okay, no problem!" Kermilla had no consciousness of becoming an accomplice. In his opinion, it would be a great thing to save Link from being slapped.
"But I saw that you looked very powerful just now!"
"Really?! How about you stand there and I try again!"
"Kemilla, don't run away, hey...Kemilla..."
The knight apprentices in the military camp who were cleaning up the grounds and handling chores shook their heads sadly when they heard the laughter coming from the top of the mountain.
The poor kid looked like he was about to go crazy after choosing such a knight mentor!
Facts have proved how important it is to choose a correct knight mentor!
I am really lucky!
They looked at each other with relief and started working harder!
