"Rock, are you ranked in the top three in school?" the boy asked.
"Yes." He raised his eyebrows, no matter what, he still looked a little proud of himself.
"As long as you defeat the number one Tokolin later, you will be qualified to go to Emenas."
"To put it lightly, who in the school doesn't know how hard Tokolin works." Rock walked aside, picked up his dagger, pulled out a few sword flowers, and continued.
"It's time for you. My family has already prepared a letter of recommendation for you."
"Haha...it's true." The young man touched his head and admitted.
Seeing Isaiah's silly smile, Rock felt a little angry for some reason.
The dog aristocrat, I don’t know which family he is related to this time. Rock is a little dissatisfied. He is obviously much more talented than Isaiah, but because of his status and lack of background, he can only be the same age as a lot of people in school.
People compete fiercely for the only spot, and these young masters and ladies who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths can easily get what they dream of.
"I'm leaving." Rock said casually, turned around and was about to leave. He didn't like being with this stupid guy.
"Hey, don't. We're going to gesticulate again today. Weren't you unconvinced just now?" Isaiah thought to himself that he had finally found a partner of his own age to train with, so how could he let him go so easily?
"What are you gesturing at? Have you ever seen an assassin fight someone else head-on? Isn't that stupid?"
"Why can't assassins confront others head-on? This situation will always happen."
"If we encounter him, we can only say that this assassin is unprofessional." Roque used his dagger to push away Isaiah's broad sword and prepared to continue leaving.
But the young man jogged a few steps and stood in front of him again.
"Rock, why do you always want to be an assassin? Uncle Wade is obviously very good at wielding a big sword."
"Oh, you are so handsome. You are not serving as a guard for your family. What is there to be proud of?"
Seeing Isaiah blocking the way, Rock had to stop and argue with him.
"Have you ever heard of a story in which the protagonist works as a bodyguard? Have you ever seen a legendary hero who became famous by being a bodyguard?" He shook his head, his short black hair raised slightly, and he looked like he was sleeping.
Bent.
"I won't be like dad, being so naive and working for your family." He said rebelliously, with a look of disdain on his face.
"But the reputation of assassins is not good. I always feel a little unfair." Isaiah thought for a while.
"Yes, yes, the light is reserved for noble people like you. We, the rats in the gutter, are evil as long as we use other means. Is this your point of view?"
"No, this..." The young man was speechless for a moment.
"I just want to be an assassin. If I don't like any of you, I'll kill him with a single blow. There's no need for justice."
“Isn’t justice bad?”
"Justice is good, but it is not my justice, but your justice. Well, I don't want to mess with you anymore, I want to go back."
"No, unless you beat me, I will let you go."
"Tsk."
Rock swung his dagger and stabbed Isaiah on the shoulder quickly. Isaiah couldn't avoid it for a moment and was slightly injured immediately, and his clothes were stained red with blood.
Seeing the blood flowing out, Rock was also a little panicked. He hesitated with the dagger in his hand, but Isaiah didn't care about it and endured the pain and swept the sword across. Rock held the hilt of the sword tightly and tried to block it, but his wrist went numb.
, and then got serious, taking advantage of the flexibility of the dagger in close combat, beating Isaiah to the left and right.
The sound of metal clashing resounded in the woods. Although Rock had the upper hand, he did not dare to be cruel. After all, this person was the object of his family's allegiance. Later, he had to fight with fists and kicks, taking advantage of Isaiah's weakness to trip him down.
On the ground, the two started fighting on the ground.
In the end, the two of them got tired from fighting and got up panting, their bodies covered with dust and broken leaves.
Rock wiped the sweat and dust from his face and looked at the guy opposite. The blood on his shoulder was flowing everywhere, but it had slowly stopped now. After all, the wound was not very big.
"Idiot, aren't you afraid of death?" Rock took out a small bottle of wound medicine from his arms, then stepped forward and asked Isaiah to expose the wound on his shoulder.
Isaiah seemed a little reluctant and felt embarrassed.
"You're embarrassed, right? If I go back and get beaten by my dad, you'll be happy, right?" Roque looked contemptuous, then helped him clean the wound, poured some medicine, and briefly bandaged it.
"Okay, I'm leaving. Don't say it was me who got hurt later." Rock clapped his hands and prepared to leave, wondering why he met such a guy.
"Don't..."
"Damn, isn't it my dad who is the bodyguard for your family? Please, please get around me, and I really don't like men."
"Don't step on my hand!" The boy on the ground was also angry.
"Ah, okay, I didn't pay attention."
Just now, he was thinking about how to make this matter less serious and avoid being beaten by his father, so Rock raised his feet.
"Rock, you have to be my little brother, or I will tell your dad about this."
"It's yours, Isaiah, you really disgrace the nobles, I... OK, I promise to be your follower for a month."
Thinking about the various privileges of the nobles in the empire, Rock had to give in in order not to cause trouble for his family.
Seeing Isaiah smiling like a pig, looking like he was blind for nothing, Rock asked angrily.
"Are you so determined to find someone to be your little brother?"
"Of course, look at those founders and legendary heroes who are not followed by a group of people. They look so majestic when they go out." Isaiah has seen too many knights recently and is very envious of that kind of scene.
"Haha, the legend of Feng Heyue is just for ordinary people to think about. Everyone knows that Roland and Yalin were born as princes, so they can be kings, but Isaiah, you are just a child of a baron family, so don't spend all your time
It’s a dream.”
At this time, Isaiah also got up from the ground and counterattacked. "Aren't you also dreaming? Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."
"What is the justice of an assassin? I think you are just trying to be cool. What is it about using one person's power to cut off the destiny and determine the direction of the world? I already knew what you wrote in the notebook."
"You...you can do it." Rock looked embarrassed.
"The child of the noble Baron Burris has also become a thief."
"I didn't. This is what your father said. He also lamented that his son has great ambitions, hahaha."
Rock couldn't help but pick up the dagger and left.
"Don't forget, during this time, you have to practice swordsmanship with me." Isaiah's voice came from behind, and for some reason it made people angry.
"Okay, practice sword practice, I think you are..."
Rock gestured with his back to Isaiah, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the woods.