Freya understood that she did not have such outstanding talent. From the beginning in Butchi, she used her unwillingness to admit defeat to make up for this gap. She used much more sweat than others to regain the relationship between people bit by bit.
difference between.
But things are not as simple as imagined.
As time goes by, Freya gradually discovers that the gap between people sometimes does not seem to be bridged by hard work.
It's like there are too many capable people in this academy, and she is simply insignificant among such a crowd. Just like a little firefly under the light of the bright moon, she was originally only one in Buchi.
What little pride I had had disappeared completely.
In front of her was a knight student from a senior grade, with a silver average strength, equal to Brasen; in fact, if this game hadn't pushed the highest strength to the peak of black iron, the two sides would have fought just based on their understanding of swordsmanship.
, I’m afraid Freya has already fallen to the ground——
But even so, she felt that her hands holding the sword were trembling a little.
But the frowning senior student was also cautiously circling her. The tenacious fighting style Freya showed earlier also made him suffer a lot - Wangli Cavalry Academy's annual championship competition started from
From the beginning, there was a rule that made everyone complain - no one had time to rest between games, and everyone had to pay the price for the excessive energy wasted in the previous battle.
It is said that the founder of the academy set such rules to let the students understand that no enemy will give you 'reasonable' rules on the battlefield. You must learn to preserve your physical strength. Only in this way can you survive on the battlefield.
longer.
The original intention of the establishment of the Wangli Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom. In peaceful times, all the trainees who came out of here were trained as mid-level and senior non-commissioned officers. Even those who graduated with honors
, it is possible that as soon as you walk out of the academy, you will be selected to join the royal knights.
Therefore, there are many people who reach the sky in one step.
Just like this annual championship competition, this knight competition is conducted in a points system. Students from different grades can earn corresponding points by fighting against each other - and implement a cruel single-elimination elimination system. Only the one standing at the end
Only those who can obtain the title of 'Champion Knight', which represents the highest honor of the academy.
After the champion knight is determined, the best knight in each grade will be selected based on points.
Basically, these people can already bear the mark of honor.
I have to say that although this system is not very fair, it more truly reflects the life-and-death struggle on the battlefield. Just like the famous saying of the original founder of the academy:
Luck is not only your strength, but also one of your biggest reliances——
This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Freya at this moment. For her, who is only in the middle of the black iron field - of course, this rate of progress is extremely rare among ordinary people. It can be said that it is a breakthrough for her these days.
The greatest affirmation of the sweat you put in - but here, it is far from enough; Freya feels that she does not have the extra strength to react to the other party's actions.
She could only barely keep up with the opponent's movements in circles, and then pray that luck would favor her, or that a miracle would be more appropriate at this moment.
Her opponent seemed to have noticed this, and after carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior student decisively launched an attack.
The sword came from the rear on the right side, which was the hardest to guard against. Freya didn't think much about it at all, or she didn't have the energy to think about it. She raised the sword - it was almost a subconscious action, but it was like a blessing to her soul.
In an instant, she let the opponent's blade pass through the hilt of the sword in her hand.
A hot tingling sensation came from her hand, but the opponent was also slightly stunned. Without thinking, Freya twisted her backhand, put the opponent's sword blade on the cage handle and pulled it back - while the opponent was in a daze, she was close to her body.
Go up and put your elbow on the guy's chest.
The student flew out directly, but when he got up again, the blade in Freya's hand was already pressed against his neck.
"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" the student asked as the first thing he said when he got up. He saw bright red blood drops dripping down from the girl's hand, which was a bit dazzling.
"..." Freya didn't answer.
In fact, her own mind was a little confused at this moment - the last move just now was clearly a sword move that Brando had used when she remembered it in desperation - she didn't think it was so subtle when she saw Brando use it.
But now that I think about it, those tips were really practical.
However, she thought that if Brando used it, her hand would not be injured.
"I surrender." The senior student sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, and finally raised his hand. Then Freya saw the black-haired female knight with draped shoulders as the referee outside the venue came in, who was as usual as ever.
Dei separated the two of them with a cold face, then turned back to look at her.
"I heard that you have been on the battlefield?" Nimesis asked in a cold tone.
Freya noticed a trace of deep suspicion in the other person's eyes - she rarely saw unnecessary emotions in those dark eyes, as if the female knight was always wearing a cold mask.
The same thing - but the mask was a little loose at this moment.
The girl was a little strange, but she still nodded. In the Wangli Cavalry Academy, there is no one who dares to confront this senior sister.
"Is it with Madara's undead?"
"yes."
"Can the swordsmanship you used just now be used again?"
Freya hesitated for a moment, she felt like she was about to faint.
But Nymesis also saw her embarrassment and no longer persisted, but said: "The sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordsmanship, which is not the same as the knight swordsmanship taught in the academy. I have heard that
Have you ever been a militiaman?"
Freya nodded again.
"But neither the militia's swordsmanship nor the guard's swordsmanship is this straight-forward killing swordsmanship. It is more like the real Eruin battle formation swordsmanship." The black-haired female knight frowned, deeply
Looking at her: "Are you from Butchi? Do you know anyone in the White Mane Legion?"
Freya was suffocated. She didn't know why this senior who usually took good care of her was here today asking her these strange questions one after another.
Of course she shook her head.
But today Freya is no longer the country girl who knew nothing about Butchi. She has gained a lot of knowledge during the few months of study. She recalled the sword before and Brando's use of it.
Many swordsmanship - it seems that they all have one thing in common, to put it in simpler words, it is simplicity.
An extremely concise swordsmanship, as if there is no need for any extra tricks, as if it is purely a swordsmanship used to achieve victory. Freya can imagine the effect of this kind of swordsmanship on the battlefield. No wonder Nimesis
Seniors call it the art of killing swordsmanship.
She recalled that Brando's every shot when he went into battle was indeed clean and astonishingly fast.
But when she came back to her senses, she saw a pair of dark eyes of Nimesis staring at her. She was startled. She had never seen this senior sister like this, but for a while, the other party just said:
She said:
"Actually, that's not pure Eruin battle formation swordsmanship."
Freya was stunned and her heart skipped a beat - what do you mean?
"Are you hiding something, Freya?"
The girl quickly shook her head, and the ponytail behind her head swayed accordingly.
"Okay, that's an improved form of Eruin's battle formation swordsmanship," Nymesis straightened up with a strange look on her face: "I've seen this kind of swordsmanship before."
Freya watched Nymesis turn around and walk to another venue after saying this. But a trace of paleness slowly appeared on her face, and she suddenly thought of a possibility——
This woman knows Brando.
…
"Who is that?"
The half-elf princess turned around, "Who?"
"The student who won before," Magdar looked at the crowded competition field below: "I saw Sister Nymesis talking to her for a long time. She seemed to be a girl-"
Griffin followed her gaze and suddenly understood.
"That's Everton's daughter," the silver-haired girl sighed: "Unfortunately, it seems that she did not inherit her father's talent. Although she is already very good, she is not the best among this batch of students.
Excellent, but far behind her father."
"Griffin, that's because the quality of this batch of students is so good." Although the nun princess is not good at swordsmanship, her wisdom and knowledge are enough to make up for this gap: "That young man named Brayson,
There are two other people, I have heard you mention them more than once."
The silver-haired girl smiled: "Yes, Lord Martha still protects Eruin."
She added: "I am going to select the best from the upper and lower grades to go to Amperesel with you, Tini; among the students in this period, Mr. Alfwell and I both think there are
It is necessary to focus on training and let them leave here to exercise, this is my idea."
"So you have taken a fancy to Brayson, Griffin?" Magdale turned around and asked: "He is indeed a very calm young man. There are very few young people like him among the nobility -"
"Not necessarily, Tini," the silver-haired girl's eyes flashed: "I knew there was another one. He let me know that the blood of Eruin's ancestors and nobles has not been drained yet, so there is still hope for this ancient kingdom."
"It's rare to hear you praise someone like this, Griffin."
The half-elf princess rarely answered her friend's words. What she was thinking of was the young man mentioned by Alfwell. She had already confirmed that the young man did not come here with Freya - he was really a mysterious guy.
She didn't know where the other person was now or what he was doing, but she had a vague hunch in her heart that the young man might not be willing to be lonely, and he would soon appear in everyone's sight again.
As for what kind of posture?
The silver-haired girl smiled slightly in her heart and threw away this weird idea.
