Standing there with a flustered face, Regina walked away, letting go of my hand and trudging toward the center of the training ground.
"Your swordsmanship was certainly terrible."
"Wow, why are you poking at a sore spot all of a sudden?"
"Prove it."
"Huh?"
"If you want to convince me, prove it with your sword. Show me how strong your will is. Show me how much you have changed."
That's when I realized it.
She had intended this from the moment she called me to the training ground.
Regina is a warrior to the bone.
This temperament of hers shows in such ways.
What she wants is not a conversation with words but with swords.
She wants to feel my sincerity through the sword.
In fact, this alone is a huge progress.
Because the old me would have been considered a worthless being, not even worth having a conversation with a sword.
But at least now she recognized me.
As someone worthy of having a conversation with a sword.
I had to prove it to her here.
Only then could I make more progress in our relationship than I had thought.
"So, I see. I understand what you want. But I did not bring my sword?"
"This will do."
Whoosh.
Regina threw the sword she was carrying at me.
Thud.
I reflexively caught the sword.
Just looking at the intricately crafted sheath, I could tell it was no ordinary sword.
Hanseom Sword.
The renowned sword that has been passed down through generations to the best swordsman of the Erenbert family.
After Regina's grandfather, who was called the seeker of the sword, passed away, the famous sword was passed on to her.
That meant Regina was the current best swordsman of the Erenbert family.
It was an undeniable fact.
"Are you telling me to use this?"
"Yes, by all means."
Swoosh.
I drew the Hanseom Sword.
A cold chill could be felt emanating from the pure white blade.
It felt so cold that it seemed like my body would shrivel up.
A sword that seemed to contain the harsh winter of the northern lands.
Without even having to use it, I could tell.
It was an incredible sword.
'It feels strange to be holding this sword.'
There are two types of famous swords in this world of the game.
Swords with owners and swords without owners.
The Hanseom Sword was a typical sword with an owner.
And a very strong owner at that.
Thus, no matter how you play, you wouldn't normally get to own this sword.
Only a properly learned technique with blood and sweat would have a chance.
I wouldn't play any tricks.
It wouldn't work on her anyway.
I was going to push through with the single earnest sword technique I had mastered.
"The Imperial Eighth Form?"
Regina seemed to have guessed the sword technique I was about to use just from my stance.
It wasn't some secret technique, and it was well-known enough that someone like her could easily recognize it.
"Right. Others might think it's laughable, but it's very precious to me."
"It's not a laughable technique. It's a technique faithful to the basics."
True to the title of sword master, she saw things differently from ordinary people.
I would have preferred her to be off-guard, but of course, that was too much to hope for.
I let out a bitter smile and slowly approached her.
The completion of the Imperial Eighth Form was about 90%. your-chapter-source
I could perform up to the seventh form perfectly, except for the last eighth form.
'It's a pity it's not completed, but it wouldn't be possible not to touch an opponent who can't even take two steps, right?'
Yet, I felt a little anxious.
Because the opponent was Regina Erenbert.
'Anyway.'
There was no need for unnecessary thoughts.
There's only one path to choose.
To try with all my might.
That's all there is to it.
Thud!
I pushed off the ground and rushed at Regina.
First form.
Downward slash.
It lacked any flair but was a very solid downward slash.
Swish!
The frost-like sharpness of the blade cut through the air.
Indeed, a famous sword.
The power was enhanced compared to when using an ordinary weapon.
However.
The Hanseom Sword touched nothing.
Regina had evaded it by slightly moving her body back.
Just a paper-thin gap.
But I knew that was not a gap of regret.
It was the distance she intended
"Haah!"
"Technique No. 2.
Lifting the sword.
With that, I took one more step and naturally transitioned into a sword technique that lifted upwards.
I closed the gap, but she managed to avoid it again by no more than the thickness of a sheet of paper.
I checked my footing just in case, but she had moved only half a step, not even two steps.
To avoid two attacks with just a half-step.
'Now we begin.'