"If you still have the strength, speed up! Everyone, hold on, there are only five minutes left!" Connor shouted loudly while standing at the edge of the circular track.
Nate heard this and started to speed up, and everyone followed him, preparing to speed up together to finish the last five minutes.
Aier gritted her teeth and followed the large army.
Her physical strength has improved significantly, and now she can barely keep up with her teammates.
After the first day, Connor no longer specified the distance of long-distance running training. He only arranged the time and then let the trainees do their best.
"The timing of the first day is mainly to distinguish your respective physical abilities so that you and I can have a clear understanding of the amount of training." These were Connor's original words before starting training on the second day.
"I will not force you to do unnecessary training, but as your chief instructor, I hope that you can master at least a few skills during the three months of basic training - having a body that can barely adapt to the battlefield is one of them.
One item."
Elle is very aware that her physical ability is not as good as that of most trainees - all her previous experiences have nothing to do with combat, she is just an ordinary student.
She shouldn't belong on the battlefield.
As a graduate of a well-known domestic university, she can easily find a suitable job and start a life that ordinary people would envy.
But she decided to take this path herself, so...
An accident happened suddenly - Ai'er missed the mark and was about to fall, but a hand behind her quickly supported her.
It was Iron Arm, the instructor leading the seventh team.
"...Did you sprain your foot?" The strong man looked very concerned.
Aier quickly shook her head.
"Then hold on a little longer - be safe."
"yes!"
So her long-distance running continued.
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"Please advise." Nate bowed slightly to Franka and pulled out the training sword from his left hand - even though it was a training sword without a scabbard, his movements were as standard as if he were using a real sword.
"Please advise." The swordsmanship teacher Franka also saluted him and pulled out her swift sword - of course, this was not the Originium product she used on the battlefield, but a one-to-one training sword.
Nate tilted his body slightly toward the side holding the sword, stepped back with his right foot, and held the sword vertically with his right hand, keeping his elbow close to his body. His left hand was placed under his right hand, holding the lower part of the sword hilt, with his arm horizontally in front of him.
The standard right hand stance for a long sword.
On the other hand, Franka's posture seemed a bit sloppy - her left hand was behind her back, and her right hand held the sword in one hand. The sword was held casually on one side of her body, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and her upper body was almost completely exposed, with no cover.
Nate didn't dare to be careless, maintained a defensive posture, and slowly shortened the distance.
The effective range of the sword is limited. When it exceeds this range, it is not possible to extend the attack by extending the arm——
But that kind of stabbing technique doesn't suit Nate.
The advantage of the long sword lies in its balance. The balanced speed and weight coupled with the counterweight arranged in the design make this weapon practical and versatile.
When the distance is enough, he can attack through the hilt and body of the sword, or even the sword grid (guard).
So now, a certain distance is needed.
Nate remained alert and approached slowly.
Three steps, two steps, one...
Franka suddenly took action, took a step forward, and stabbed Nate's left side with the sword. Just as she was about to hit Nate's head, Nate turned his sword holding posture to the left to block the blow.
Just as the sound of the sword being opened was heard, Franka quickly pulled the sword down. The blow just now was just a weak feint. Her target this time was Nate's left knee!
Brother Ma retreated with his left foot, rotated his body around his right foot, and raised his sword flat against his face. He used this rotation to attack. The tip of the long sword drew a circle around him, and
Franka forced back.
Nate stood still, pointed the tip of his sword forward, and struck out with a stab. Franka ducked sideways.
Unexpectedly, before the power of Nate's sword was used up, he followed the sword and followed up with steps. He tilted his body, lowered his shoulders, and bumped into Franka.
——Knight shoulder collision!
If the blow was strong this time, she would lose her balance. Franka's left hand, which had been behind her back, finally started to move.
But Nate didn't hit her directly as she expected, but instead stopped suddenly in front of her.
I can't see his hands...
……not good!
Nate held the tip of the sword with both hands, and struck Franka's head with the force of the sword as if it were splitting a mountain -
Thunder Strike (Mordhau)!
Franka leaned over and quickly swept the sword upwards with her right hand.
She slid forward and saw a white light shining out of her left hand - it was her other weapon, a short stabbing sword, which passed around Nate's hands and sword body on his chest, pointed directly at his throat, and stabbed out like lightning!
In less than a breath, the tip of the sword was already at Nate's throat. Before Nate could react, she suddenly changed her movements - she pulled her left hand back, borrowed the hilt of the short stabbing sword, and knocked Nate's hands
The first sword swung upward by his right hand was tilted with force, using the inertia of Nate's sword hilt and the blow of the short stabbing sword to Nate's hands, causing the long sword in Nate's hand to be released, and the sword was knocked away.
Franka lowered her hands naturally and put down her swift sword and short stabbing sword.
"Why do you always use some dangerous moves, Nate? Although they have to be said to be very practical." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.
She was still a little frightened. If the thunder blow just hit the head, it would really kill someone. The threat brought by this kind of impact has nothing to do with the authenticity of the sword.
"...I'm sorry, instructor." Nate bowed his head and apologized. "I will pay attention next time."
That's it. Franka has already guessed a lot about why Nate's swordsmanship is so threatening.
"Forget it, since you don't want to say more, I won't ask any more questions. According to the agreement, I will allow you not to take basic swordsmanship classes in the future, but you have to practice on your own."
Franka sighed. "After all, the medical operator course is not easy, and I can understand that."
"Thank you, instructor."
Although I'm a bit nosy... I'd better say a few words. Franka shrugged helplessly.
"Although I'm not your teacher, but...let me give you some advice, Nate. About swordsmanship and about yourself.
"About swordsmanship...your swordsmanship comes from fighting, it is efficient and powerful, and it has strict training and is very formal.
"But - just as you didn't expect that there was a weapon hidden in my left hand, which cost you the victory, you must remember well: Abnormality represents abnormality, and the unknown is danger. You must remember well."
Nate nodded in thanks: "Thank you, instructor, for your guidance."
"So, about yourself, Nate, 'Death will catch up with you when you rest.' That's a Camisir proverb, right? What I'm trying to say is...
"Unlike death - even if you don't rest, your past will catch up with you. And you have to figure out how to deal with it and how to explain it to your companions."
Nate didn't reply.
Franka couldn't see Nate's expression clearly, but she was sure Nate had heard it.
"...I remember it, instructor." Nate's voice was very calm.
PS: Fighting scenes are really difficult to write.