Chapter 60

Swordsmanship Tournament: Part 3

“Then, let’s start the seventh qualifying match. Abel Remno, Gain Remno, please go up to the arena.”

Called by the referee, Abel exhaled a little. Then, he quietly climbed up the stairs of the arena, went to the center, and drew out his sword. Beyond the dull edge of practice sword stood his brother who was a perpetual symbol of his defeat. Nervousness starts to hurt his stomach.

But I cannot afford to lose.

He held his sword firmly and glared at his brother, Gain Remno.DiiScôver new stories on no/v/e()/lbin(.)com

“Well then, I’ll try to see how much you have grown, my dear brother.”

The older brother raised his sword over his shoulder and a grinned. Then, at the next moment, he suddenly steps in and slashes.

“Gut ...”

Abel received the heavy slash with his own sword. The blades slammed with a screech. Numbness ran from both his arms, and he almost dropped his sword.

The practice swords that they are using are still heavy metal swords, even if the edges have been dulled. If it hits, it won’t cut, but it can bruise. And if the hit is bad, it will naturally break bones. Abel remembered the pain from broken bones he received years ago from his brother. He remembered the pain and he stiffened.

“Hmm, well, was that your best? I thought as much.”

Abel clenches his teeth to his brother, who looked down on him with contempt.

He is very strong.

Boys in their early teens grow quickly every year. Therefore, with the age difference with the brothers, the difference in power becomes apparent. Gain started attacking and ridiculing Abel, who is forced to defend.

“But you caught a good woman. Abel.”

“Huh?”

After another clash with the swords, their blades locked. Gain leaned in forward, bringing his face closer to Abel.

“So, what are you going to do?”

Gain swings his sword with one hand taunting Abel. Abel changes his stance and raised his sword while calmly observing Gain’s stupid attitude. It is the stance that puts everything you can in a swinging blow is the first stance of swordsmanship that is handed down to the Remno royal family. The idea was to attack faster than your opponent. Focus on that one point, ignore the defence. Give it all in this single attack.

Seeing that stance, Gain started laughing again because it was the first basic stance for those who started swordsmanship.

“Is that the first stance? Well, I guess it suits losers like you.”

Abel inhales and exhales, looking firmly at the older brother who repositions his sword with a relaxed attitude. He stares at the older brother whom he has never defeated before.

Now!

Don! He stomped the ground and rushed forward.

“I will never allow you to insult her anymore!”

He screamed these words as he swung down his sword with all his strength. The downward swing of the blade reflected the sunlight and it seemed like a ray of lightning.

The match was... over in an instant.

“Hey ... uh ... gyaaaaaaah!”

Gain screams mercilessly in pain. His sword falls from his hand, making a loud clang as it hit the ground. Embedded firmly on his shoulder was Abel’s sword.

“We have a winner!”

Immediately after the referee’s voice, the arena is filled with cheers.

Abel was staring at her brother who was being carried. His mind was number, but then...

“Prince Abel!”

Hearing a certain voice from somewhere, all the tension finally released from his body.