The Author's POV

As my sword tore through the air in front of me, I noticed a trickle of sweat running down the side of my face.

It had been a while since I practiced with the sword, and I sort of missed this feeling. The discomfort, which I subjected myself to on a regular basis in order to improve my strength, was not something I particularly enjoyed. I much preferred this to that.

Swoosh—!

It had also been a while since I started sweating during my training.

Swoosh—! Swoosh–!

"I think that's enough for today."

A voice called out from the back, and I stopped.

I turned my head, and as I did so, my eyes stopped on Grandmaster Keiki, who was coming in my direction. He was grinning to himself in a relaxed manner.

"You've been training like crazy for the past few days; I think you should take some time to rest."

He tossed me a towel, and I grabbed it.

I wiped my face and stabbed the sword into the ground.

"You see, I don't really have much time left here."

Matthew's words weren't clear before, but I could feel them now. I had the distinct impression that I did not have a lot of time left to enjoy life in this world.

"I want to learn as much as possible before leaving."

He didn't exist in my world, sadly. If there was a time when I could learn from him, then it was now.

I couldn't afford to waste a single second.

"You're leaving? Where to?"

The news appeared to take Grandmaster Keiki by quite a bit of surprise. It seemed as though he hadn't expected my sudden departure.

'He looks better.'

When I looked at him, he appeared to be in much better shape than when I had first found him, and that made me smile.

"I'm going back home."

"You don't live in Ashton City?"

Thinking of my world, I shook my head.

"No… I live quite far away from here."

A place only I could reach.

"Oh."

Grandmaster Keiki nodded his head reluctantly.

"That is unfortunate. I really wish that you could have spent some time with my family. If only I could, I'd be happy to put you in touch with them, but..."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's alright. I appreciate the gesture."

I wiped the side of my face with the towel.

The situation of the three Grandmasters was still a little sensitive. It wasn't so much that Octavious didn't want to absolve them of their wrongdoings; rather, it was more that he found it difficult to persuade the general public of their crimes.

At the same time, the Protector also existed. If he could do it, then it was going to be a long and slow process.

One that may take months or maybe even years, and sadly, during that time, they wouldn't be able to visit their families.

I shifted the conversation

is there something else you suggest I take note

"Oh."

lit up, and he soon

over and over again. Please don't get the wrong idea; they are not bad.

paused for

the hang of, your basics are the only thing that you don't have a solid grasp on.

sword

Swoosh—!

Keep slashing until you feel as if it's second nature to you. Once you get that done, everything will

the sword back

"I see…"

from his hand and

slash, and slash, and

enough.

"Anything else?"

"No."

He shook his head.

no time. The same can be said for the two other forms of swordplay. The Gravar and Levisha styles. Even though there are some key differences, they are all based

"I understand."

to the

I keep training my fundamentals, then learning the other two sword arts should also

sense, and I found myself wanting

power so much, I neglected to train my fundamentals as much

were quite good—they weren't perfect, and at this point, perfection was what I

paused for a moment and

with the fact that I have only lived in this world for about

then I

A pity I didn't.

Swoosh—!

the

***

Thump—!

air and landed with a thud on a small target approximately one hundred meters away from the location where the

in

really talented in

away. It was currently riddled with arrows, but none of

to hit the target for a week and had yet to

rather depressing

This was hard.

"Huh."

a

doubting the validity of his words. No matter how much she thought about it, she didn't feel suited for

'It's still too early.'

breath

hand, she gave the string a very light pull. As

could see it quite clearly. This wasn't

had always

didn't mean anything when she couldn't even hit the target in the first

Creak—

string. Feeling the wind around her, she waited. Waited for the perfect moment

she thought. Feeling the air around her still, Amanda let

Thump—!

the fact that not even a second had passed since she let go

had slowed down and all

delicate way possible, before finally coming to rest against the yellow mark in the

"…"

had pierced through the target, Amanda

what had just occurred in her head. When she finally succeeded, her

"Yeasss!"

finally hit the