After Miguel's commotion, Houxiang Village held a total of three monster subjugation activities, but I decided not to participate because my eyesight had not yet recovered.
Although not a substitute, Mr. Zeol decided to teach me stickmanship.
"At first, when I asked to learn how to use a sword, they suggested I practice using a stick."
"Listen, Nyango. The length of the stick changes depending on where you strike, sweep, thrust, or hold it, and it can be used as a sword or a spear. If you have free control of the stick, you can Use it as a sword or a gun. Also, if you're wind-type, you can freely shape your weapon, right?
"Well, that's right"
"In that case, just build a foundation as a base from which you can wield that weapon freely!"
"Yes!"
I was ready for a solid base of training when I asked Zeol to give me the basics.
What was handed to me was a wooden stick about 130 centimeters longer than my height.
I expected it to be a heavy iron rod, so to be honest, I was a little disappointed.
"Uh, isn't it an iron rod or something?"
"Don't worry, I will let you swing the iron rod eventually, but for now, learn to swing the wooden stick hard."
"That is, if you don't even have the foundation to lay the foundation?"
"Hahahaha, that's it."
First, teach them basic movements such as hitting, cutting, sweeping, and thrusting, as well as walking forward, backward, left, and right, and then repeat them over and over again.
Check your progress every three days and, if approved, move on to the next stage.
Consistently practicing your swing and handling your feet are not a problem, but stick training presents a different problem.
Miguel, Dulles and Kimble also wanted training.
I thought he would definitely refuse, but Mr. Zeol happily accepted the three men's participation.
The second session was Miguel and the others doing basic drills while I continued working on my swing.
I didn't have any special expectations, but even after the fuss, the three people's attitudes towards me didn't change much.
The three of them were locked in the charcoal-burning hut, so they didn't see the battle between me and the kobolds.
After being rescued from the charcoal-burning hut, the three of them saw Mr. Zeol bathing in the blood of the kobolds, while I was carried unconscious on his shoulders.
He must have had an explanation, but Mr. Zeol defeated all the kobolds and he seemed to think I was just a frivolous person out for revenge.
The sticks given to the three big guys were longer, thicker, and heavier than the sticks in my hand.
Such differences also seemed to arouse prejudice against racial physical differences, and the looks towards me seemed to be mixed with contempt.
To be honest, the presence of the three of them is very annoying, but since we only meet once every three days, and we have no relationship at the moment, I try not to think about it.
I carried the walking stick I borrowed from Mr. Zeol with me every day, even into the mountains.
If you're swinging near your house or by a river, the three of you might get into trouble, but if you're in the mountains, there's no need to worry.
Coupled with the use of air attribute magic steps, I continued to practice swings and footwork at a height of about three meters above the ground in the woods.
Regardless, I continued practicing my swing while consciously building a flexible and strong core in my legs, hips, and back so that I could swing fast, sharp, and sharp.
Even after the 9th and 12th, Mr. Zeol did not allow me to go to the next stage, but I was not tired.
This kind of practice is the upgrading work in the game, and this world is not a game, but reality.
Injuries will leave sequelae, and the end of the game means death.
Even in critical moments, we must lay a solid foundation and never waver.
I was keen on building the basics, but Miguel and the three of us seemed to get tired of training just on swing and footwork after nine days.
"In my case, I have past life memories, but it's not unreasonable to be bored between the ages of nine and eleven."
"Mr. Zeol, could you please let me do something else as soon as possible, like a trick or standup?"
When asked by Dulles on behalf of Miguel, Mr. Zeol laughed.
"What, have you raised your voice already? In order to be safe even if a monster attacks you in the mountains, in order to be able to protect the village in the future I said so, so I accepted the guidance, but if you don't do it" I don't like it, You can exit at any time. "
They were driven back without Mr. Zeol attached to the island. Although they evacuated the scene, the three of them were missing from the training three days later.
Mr. Zeol never asked me about the three of them, nor did he ask me anything.
Twenty-one days after I started swinging, I received an iron rod as promised.
The firmness of the response, which was nothing like the stick, made me nervous.
"That's what you want with the bar, but don't try to swing too fast initially. Sit down and swing so the weight doesn't swing from side to side."
"I see"
Shake and shake, train your muscles and shape your body.
It's interesting because it feels like sword training from a historical novel, where the muscles in the arms, legs, and back are all equipped with the ability to swing by actually sustaining the swing.
When using physical strengthening magic, it is definitely useful to wave the core of the body to strengthen it.
Even in my previous life, when I had been bullied and couldn't even resist, I thought, if I was so enthusiastic, something would change.
"I stopped taking school seriously after fighting the kobolds."
"I decided that I was going to live my life as an adventurer no matter what, and I thought it would make more sense to take the time to prepare for it."
One rainy morning, I continued to practice swinging on the river bed.
The roof is built with natural magic, and the scaffolding is steps, which will not get wet from rain or stained by mud.
However, I try not to go near Kawara except on rainy days.
Because he saw Miguel and the others waving sticks and playing the game of tambala on the river bed.
It seemed that Dulles and Kimble were no longer enough. There were seven or eight other people swinging, including kids Kimble's age and even younger.
"Well, it has nothing to do with me. I thought I would try to stay away from them if I saw them, but it looks like trouble is approaching from the other side."
It’s been a month and a half since I started swinging, and I’ve finally gotten used to the horizontal bar.
On the way back from having Mr. Zeol check the end of the swing, Miguel and his friends ambushed us.
Miguel and three other people blocked the way, and four people hiding in the bushes blocked their backs.
"Hey, Hua Wuming. Are you still swinging like before? I'll teach him how to fight with a stick, so come with me."
Miguel pointed at Kawara with his chin, but made no intention to follow.
He turned around, sprinted, took one step out of his footing, jumped over the heads of everyone behind him, and then used physical enhancement magic to escape.
"Ah, wait! You guys, chase me!"
Dro, a dog-man two years younger than us, chased us ferociously, but even with all their might, we still had some energy left.
When I passed by the village chief's house with seven people, I saw Mr. Zeol looking at him with a smile on his face, so I waved to him.
Maintaining a speed that was close to being caught, I dragged seven people to the outskirts of the village opposite my home. Then I changed direction, speeded up all of a sudden, got rid of everyone, and returned home.
Werewolves are already quick on their feet, but I’m probably not imagining Miguel being the first to retire.
I don't think I'll lose even if I hit it with a stick, but I don't want to face a large group of people when I'm not completely used to the blind spot in my left eye.
Also, I was holding the monkey bars now, and depending on how I hit, I might break a bone, so I decided to run away and win.
"I wish you'd give up now, but that might not be possible."
Apart from me, the only other man the same age as Miguel who grew up in the village was Horacio, who was targeted by the Knights.
"Right now, even if he stands on his head, he can't beat Horacio, and if he loses to me, he's going to be the most useless guy in this generation."
It's a little annoying to lose on purpose, and even if I beat him, I don't think I could stand it.
It currently appears that they are chasing each other every three days.
