How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 5: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ (๐Ÿ“)

It required a strength beyond the ordinary to stop in the middle of a full-force swing. Originally, it was a technique that borrowed the power of the opponentโ€™s weapon.

And Johan did the same. Kaegal was able to realize the reason immediately.

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ!โ€™

Kaegal focused on Johanโ€™s hand and the hilt of the longsword he was holding. Despite seemingly holding it lightly, the hilt creaked as if he was squeezing out even the strength used to suckle milk.

It wasnโ€™t because the sword was broken or worn out. It was Johanโ€™s strength.

โ€œOpen your hand.โ€

โ€œ?โ€

โ€œDid you grip it with all your strength just now?โ€

โ€œNo, I held it lightly.โ€

โ€œYou held the sword lightly when you gripped it? Why did you grip it like that?โ€

Even beginners didnโ€™t hold the hilt lightly, they gripped it tightly.

โ€œIโ€™ve broken it a few times by gripping it too hard.โ€

In this place, a weapon like a longsword was a precious item. Even though the Aitz family was a knight family, they werenโ€™t so well-off that they could recklessly break a well-forged longsword.

When Johan was young, he had smashed three training swords, and after that, he had received a stern warning that if he broke one more, they wouldnโ€™t give him a weapon.

Although it was an old and shabby longsword, it was better than nothing in this countryside. Johan had been taking care of this longsword in his own way.

โ€œHold this.โ€

Kaegal took out a steel plate and handed it over. Johan grabbed it.

โ€œPull it with all your strength.โ€

With a dull sound, the steel plate was torn apart as it was. Kaegalโ€™s eyes widened even more.

โ€œTruly monstrous strength. . .โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not a monster.โ€

Johan spoke in a dissatisfied tone. Although he had a good physique and innate strength, that didnโ€™t make him a monster.

โ€œIt seems like you havenโ€™t had a chance to use your full strength because you donโ€™t have a need for it. If you were born a thousand years ago, you would have been a hero in mythology.โ€

In the ancient empireโ€™s mythology, there were unbelievable heroes. Heroes who immersed their bodies in the river of the underworld, making them impervious to spears and swords, or heroes who possessed innate strength and brought down massive temples with their power.

Of course, no one seriously believed in such things. It was just a bygone epic. But Kaegal knew. The fact that such an epic was created meant that there were people with abilities to match it.

Even if not impervious to spears and swords, at least the muscles and skin would have been tough and hard like a beastโ€™s, and even if they couldnโ€™t bring down a temple, they would have been strong enough to break a bullโ€™s neck.

And in Kaegalโ€™s view, Johanโ€™s brute strength was enough to fit into that category. It wasnโ€™t just a good physique and good innate muscular strength.

A brute strength that surpasses common sense!

Kaegal had lived a long life and had wandered not only in the Empire but also in other places. He had seen a few people who showed strength beyond ordinary humans.

And among them, Johan was the best. Even Ferfeng, a knight from the Erlans Kingdom who was rumored to have the strength of a giant, and Kaiwood, renowned for his formidable power among the knights of the Asman Empire, didnโ€™t seem to be at that level.

As Kaegal fell silent, Johan became anxious. Was there a problem?

โ€œIs there a problem?โ€

โ€œA problem? No. Thereโ€™s no problem. Unless you canโ€™t control your body because of your overflowing strength, but thatโ€™s not the case.โ€

Unimaginable brute strength. A natural physique. An eye that grasps the essence of technique at a glance. And a beast-like sharp instinct that ties all this together. Johan was already a complete warrior before he was taught. Kaegal got up and stretched out his fingers. There were seven.

โ€œIt will take seven to teach you.โ€

โ€œSeven years. Hmm. Iโ€™m not sure if I can hold out that long in this feudatory.โ€

Can Gessen Aitz survive for seven years?

He might have been able to if he lived a little more restrained life.

โ€œNot seven years.โ€

โ€œ?โ€

โ€œSeven days. One week is enough.โ€

โ€œExcuse me. . .?โ€

โ€œEven to teach the assassinsโ€™ codes that are easier to understand if you experience them directly, if you just learn the techniques, seven minutes is enough.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t that too fast?โ€

Johanโ€™s eyes were now filled with disbelief. He seemed to be uncomfortable because he was taught too quickly. Kaegal shook his head.

โ€œTreating a grown lion like a cub only dulls the claws. Donโ€™t pretend to be weak. Youโ€™re a lion.โ€

With that, Kaegal drew his sword. It was slightly thinner than a regular longsword and had a sharp end. As soon as he drew his sword, Kaegal transformed from a shriveled old man into an assassin who had been killing people all his life.

โ€œYouโ€™re a lion, so now itโ€™s time to learn. The stiff-necked knight dastards talk about forms and structures, but I donโ€™t like that. Youโ€™re the type who realizes it at a glance, so youโ€™ll fully embody it once you experience it.โ€

โ€œWait. . .!โ€

Johan realized what Kaegal was trying to do. The sword blade, bathed in moonlight, emitted a creepy glow. Kaegal, who had been seven steps away, was now swinging his sword in front of him. Johan gritted his teeth and bent his body. The sword barely grazed his body and passed by.

Kaegal smiled satisfactorily. He had really tried to stab him, but he had avoided it.

He was indeed like a lion.

โ€œThis is the <๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌโ€™๐ฌ ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž> of the guildโ€™s secret technique.โ€

It was a technique specialized for surprise attacks, and even an excellent knight could be pierced in one blow if he didnโ€™t know it. This technique, which loosens the movement of the feet and then quickly bounces out, required cunning and strength.

โ€œI see youโ€™re an assassin.โ€

Johan grumbled as if he was dissatisfied. Kaegal deepened his smile and said.

โ€œAre you saying you just realized Iโ€™m an assassin? Youโ€™re slower than I thought. Move! Those who donโ€™t move donโ€™t deserve to live.โ€

A swordsman had to keep moving and fighting. And Johan was already accepting that teaching.

Johan, who didnโ€™t back down in fear of the sword but rather rushed forward to prevent Kaegal from swinging his sword, was a born warrior. His instinct as a warrior told him so.

Johan was already a warrior before Kaegal taught him. He just didnโ€™t know it because he was among sheep and pigs.

In the dark forest, the young warrior and the old assassin bared their teeth and faced each other.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Kaegal did not lie. It took Johan only a day to master all of Kaegalโ€™s techniques. And after two days, Johan began to push Kaegal.

After three days, Kaegal had no choice but to hold out against Johan and hope for a stroke of luck.

When something flew from the side with a โ€˜thudโ€™ sound, Johan caught it with his fist without even turning his body. A sharp awl was flying towards his cheek.

โ€œWhen did this happen. . .?โ€

โ€œHave you ever seen an assassin fight fair?โ€

โ€œThere was nothing just now?โ€

Surely Johan and Kaegal had come here for the first time today when the day was bright, and even the training place was chosen by Johan. Kaegal couldnโ€™t have come here in advance and set it up.

But how on earth is there a trap?

โ€œI taught you how to set traps. Youโ€™re not thinking like an assassin, Johan. Iโ€™ve taught you all my techniques, but that doesnโ€™t make you an assassin. Do you understand what Iโ€™m saying?โ€

โ€œI think I understand.โ€

Johan felt it while living with Kaegal.

The mindset of an assassin is different from the bone.

Kaegal taught him all his swordsmanship, not only the guildโ€™s swordsmanship, but also various other techniques, but he did not teach Johan the mindset of an assassin.

Because it wasnโ€™t something that could be done by teaching.

The mindset of an assassin was something that was realized by entering the unofficial guild and eating the blood of many people.

If you donโ€™t realize it, youโ€™ll die, and if you live, youโ€™ll realize it.

โ€œYouโ€™re a lion. A lion doesnโ€™t need to graze. Iโ€™m saying you donโ€™t need to live as an assassin. Just learn how to deal with it. If you donโ€™t want to die somewhere.โ€

Before he finished speaking, Johan kicked a tree. The thick tree split in half with a groaning sound. Kaegal backed away with a stunned expression.

โ€œWho told you to deal with it like that?โ€

โ€œIs it not allowed?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a very good way.โ€

Even a delicate trap would be destroyed if you went around smashing things like this. When the plan went awry, Kaegal moved to the next trap. Johan followed, on guard.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Another day of training has ended.

Originally, Johan, who would have ended up drenched in sweat, ended with a few drops of sweat, and Kaegal realized that Johan had finished adapting.

There is no need to teach anymore.

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต.โ€™

Kaegal, who originally did not stay in one place, felt regret now.

โ€œThereโ€™s nothing more I can teach you.โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Johan just stared at Kaegal in response. It was a look asking him to stay a little longer, but Kaegal refused.

โ€œIโ€™ve never stayed in one place for long.โ€

โ€œBecause youโ€™re an assassin?โ€

โ€œNo, you fool. Iโ€™ve been like that since before I became an assassin. Why is it always because of the assassin?โ€

Johan averted his gaze as if embarrassed.

โ€œIโ€™ve taught you everything I can teach you. There are a few things you havenโ€™t learned, but thereโ€™s nothing you can do about it. Try the <๐…๐š๐ง๐  ๐„๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง>.โ€

Kaegal said, throwing a twig.

Originally, <๐…๐š๐ง๐  ๐„๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง> was a technique to hold a hidden dagger or secret weapon in your hand at once. If you were proficient in this technique, you could kill your opponent in one shot even in a crowded market and slip away without anyone knowing.

But Johan was not good at this technique.

Because. . .

Crack!

The twig broke as it was. Kaegal shook his head.

โ€œRelax the power!โ€

โ€œI did relax!โ€

โ€œWell. . . Well, if God gives you one, you have to take one.โ€

It wasnโ€™t because the twig was weak. Johan broke even a sturdy dagger or steel awl equally.

He was not good at handling such delicate techniques because he was born with strength.

โ€˜๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด.โ€™

Kaegal didnโ€™t bother to say it. Complacency was the enemy of a warrior. A sheep that was scared and running around was better than a wolf that was complacent.

โ€œIโ€™m satisfied as long as my technique doesnโ€™t disappear and continues. I donโ€™t have any specific expectations from you, and I donโ€™t have any grudges to pay back. Live well on your own.โ€

โ€œThank you, Master.โ€

โ€œBut there are a few words to leave. If you have a chance to teach my technique, tell them the name of Kaegal of <๐•๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฆ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ>.โ€

โ€œI swear.โ€

โ€œAnd donโ€™t use the secret techniques I taught you unless you have to. Remember when you use it.โ€

โ€œKill the opponent?โ€

โ€œYes. Kill it for sure. Itโ€™s annoying if they find out. Of course. . . there wonโ€™t be many who find out.โ€

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