Sword God in a World of Magic

The officer looked at the student. "Does this answer your question?"

The student nodded and stepped back.

The student hadn't thought that these three masked men were most likely traitors from Duke Mithril's side.

Their status also explained their need for a mask.

Everyone hated traitors, no matter to which faction they belonged. Someone that backstabbed their home was very easy to hate.

One of the masked men slightly lifted his hand in a nonchalant fashion.

The officer gestured for him to speak.

The man looked at the student. "Not everyone wearing a mask is wearing one because of the reason you might think."

"Some of us are just not interested in getting embroiled in politics."

"We are here to do our job. Nothing more, nothing less."

The man stepped back and went silent again.

"Of course," the officer said with a smile.

Then, the officer took out his spear and turned around. "We need to get going. We have to reach our goal by nightfall. Since we don't have much time to spare, I will be dealing with all the different beasts we find."

The group of soldiers gathered their things and prepared themselves.

Then, the officer charged forward at an impressive pace, and the soldiers followed behind him.

All of the soldiers were running at around 80kph, which wasn't their top speed, but still very tiresome.

This was probably a test from the officer to see which of his soldiers were worth anything.

The group ran towards the northwest, completely ignoring the road, and after just a bit, they had already entered the Wild Forest.

Some of the students became nervous. The group was charging through the wilderness without any care for safety. This was far too reckless!

However, the other warriors didn't care.

They were 30 warriors at the General Stage. The only thing that could endanger them was a Late General Stage beast or stronger, and those didn't exist this far to the north of the Wild Forest.

"Why don't we introduce ourselves while we run?" the officer shouted from the front. "Let me start. I'm Lance, and I'm a sergeant in Duke Whirlwind's personal army."

officer's voice reached all the soldiers, even though they

soldiers that was obviously here to make a good impression shouted.

with a voice

wanted to make a good impression spoke

bandits and masked people quickly gave this

forth, the group of soldiers that wanted to impress

the Bootlickers were done introducing themselves, the students

half seemed

bandits and masked people dubbed this

student was done introducing themselves, no one spoke for

to introduce yourselves," the officer shouted from

of the bandits took the

said that

out fake names

Rookies were disgusted by the clear disrespect coming from these barbarians,

three masked individuals, which

I hate politics, which is why I'm wearing a mask. I have no interest in being scouted by any

185 centimeters tall and had long

gigantic, curved sword. It was wide and was seemingly made of rough, black

me One. I'm also here to earn money, and I'm wearing a mask because I don't want people to find out my identity. I don't want to drag my family into this conflict. Just like the person before me, you won't see

had short black hair, and wore a blank, black mask, which

as Zero's sword, but it was just as long. His weapon spoke of a battle

other two and will take on the name Two. I'm here for the money, and I'm

of the soldiers threw curious glances

that a masked individual

What was his plan?

180cm tall, and wore

spears, it didn't have a wide

introduction, the other groups of soldiers dubbed the

the front. "Now that we all know each other, I will be telling you about your job and your new home for the foreseeable

continued running, the officer introduced everyone to the history of the battlefield and what had happened in it ever since

the Wild Forest and entered the wilderness of

weaker General Stage beasts from time to time, but none of the

stupid, and this group of people definitely didn't feel easy

later, the group passed a

later, the group passed

hours, many of the soldiers began to talk to each other

of the weaker-willed soldiers stopped talking as they concentrated on

for so long at such speeds was draining their concentration, and they didn't