I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Evan had likely begun learning Raven before he’d even hit puberty.

He’d likely begun learning swordsmanship at an age when even holding a toy sword would be difficult. Starting at that age would make the boundary between martial arts and everyday life hazy.

Traces of his swordsmanship could be seen when he was walking, eating, and doing mundane activities.

What would happen if he tried to forcibly stop using the swordsmanship that had been ingrained so deeply into his body?

Naturally, he would start tripping over himself, just like he was now.

“Evan! Fight properly!”

Evan flinched at my shout, but he still didn’t use Raven.

This guy... His condition was poor from the start...

Since this was a real fight, there was no point in me pressing him further.