ãHere I come! Uoooh!!ã ãI have no intention to lose!ã
Raphael and the Knight began to exchange blows with their wooden swords. The young teen, still barely a gangly boy growing into his own body, in a practice combat against a Knight who had spent years honing his body and skills. Anyone would assume that the teenage boy was weaker. However, Raphael made up for his lack of strength with his agility. Moreover, he had the mind of a tactician â with the ability to find openings in his opponentâs defenses and use them to his advantage.
Raphael kept locking swords whilst redirecting the inertia of his opponentâs strike. In response to that, his opponent put more strength behind his blows in an attempt to break through Raphaelâs defenses. As the exchange continued, the knightâs swing became wider and wider. That had been the teenâs intentions all along â for when his opponent took a wide step to strike, Raphael took the opportunity to step in and deliver a blow onto the back of the knightâs knee, crumpling the knight instantly. The battle ended swiftly with the teenâs sword pressed into the knightâs throat.
ãMatch over! Young Master won!ã
Declared Ryuk, Inglisâ father.
ãMuâ¦! Young master, you were splendid!ã1
ãNot at all, my arms are already numbed from the impact. The battle could have tipped either way had it been dragged out longer, you see.ã 2
Seeing her brotherâs victory, Rafinha jumped in joy with a big smile.
ãBig brother~! You were so cool~!ã ãYour son is really something else! To think that he can actually win a battle against an adult knightâ¦!ã ãTo be honest, I didnât really do anything special.ã ãNow, this is what they call a child cut from a different cloth, sister.ã ãUfufufu. That makes the two of us then.ã 3
The mothers were delighted with the development. Even Inglis had to admit that Raphael was indeed outstanding. As a matter of fact, Inglis assessed that there wasnât anyone in the training field who could win against him, excluding Ryuk, the orderâs leader. And of course, Inglis was also excluded.
It was always a good thing to have skilled family members including one such as Ryuk. Since that would mean that Inglis wouldnât need to search for a good training partner.
ãYoung Master Raphael! Please have a bout with me!ã ãOkay! Please guide me well!ã
The next contender raised his sword arm and charged at Raphael, exchanging a few blows. However, the boy once again showed who was the better combatant, easily outwitting his opponent. After that, one knight after the other stepped up to challenge him â each taking turns to practice with the future feudal lord. Raphael had come out of each battle victorious just as Inglis had predicted, the boyâs ability was no joke.
Thatâs quite the talent he has. If he had been one of my retainers, he could have ended up as the strongest of my imperial guards, or even the supreme commander⦠Anyhow, I really want to test my skills against him.
Inglis thought as she watched Raphaelâs consecutive victories. Thenââ
ãGreetings, master Ryuk! Weâve finally arrived!ã
A group of armed men led by a huge man strode into the training field. Judging from their attire, Inglis guessed that they were something similar to mercenaries. However, they were actually people of the Lambert firm â a group of armed peddlers. Travellers often possessed their own Artifact to protect themselves since the world had become more treacherous and one wouldnât know when or where the Magic Stone Beasts would attack them. Thus, this kind of conduct was approved by the surrounding Kingdoms and feudal lords.
The knights under Marquis Wilford and these armed peddlers had good relationships with each other since they often held joint practices together. As a part of the joint practice, they would be having sword matches today. A smile graced his lips as Ryuk returned the well-built manâs greeting.
ãWhy, if it isnât Mr. Lambert! Thank you for coming. Weâll be under your care for today. Let us spar and learn from one another.ã ãOf course! Itâs an honor for us to be able to borrow some of the esteemed knightsâ time.ã
With a smile, Mr. Lambert introduced a young boy about the same age as Raphael to Ryuk.
ãThis one is my son, Rahal. Rahal, come greet him.ã ãNice to meet you, Master Ryuk. My name is Rahal.ã
He was a rather skinny boy with a sharp glare and his greeting sounded a little strained.
ãOh, best regards. It seems like Rahal is around the same age as young master Raphael, isnât he? Why donât we let the two polish each othersâ skills then? Young master! Please come and greet our guests!ã ãOkay!ã
Raphael answered delightedly and approached them. With a smile, Raphael held his hand out to Rahal.
ãIâm Raphael Wilford. Iâll be under your care for today. Please go easy on me.ã ãMe- me tooâ¦!ã ãGreat, letâs do some warm-up first before we start the match!ã
Ryuk immediately took charge of the situation after the introduction, quickly getting the knights and the armed peddlers to mingle together and begin their sword practice. From the matches Inglis could observe thus far, the knights appeared to be more skilful than the peddlers. She assumed that would also be true for Rahal, that he would be skilled for his age but he wouldnât be quite up to par for an adult knight. She thought that Raphael was an exception and normal growing boys just couldnât be that strong. If itâs like this, our knights will surely win all the matches. Or so Inglis had thought. However, when the matches began earnestly, something unexpected happened.
Did I miss something, or what is that âMuâ? Is it like Moo for a cow? o.O
Ehhh, faked humbleness doesnât look good on you, Raph.
*Eyebrow twitching in negative emotions* Pretty sure these same sentences were used JUST last chapter. I tried my best to edit them so that theyâd sound different.