Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

After briefly replenishing some fluids, Lance set down the water flask, turned around, and picked up the iron-rimmed wooden shield hanging on the wall along with the heavy training sword.

This sword’s weight distribution was about thirty percent heavier than that of a standard shortsword, designed specifically to better refine force application techniques.

Among the many foundational combat skills available at the time, the reason Lance had chosen “Castro Swordsmanship” at a glance was very simple.

It was an extremely pure sword-and-shield coordination technique.

It did not pursue flashy lethality, but instead placed extreme emphasis on the transitions between offense and defense using the shortsword and shield. Its core purpose was singular: to greatly enhance the user’s survivability.

For someone like Lance, who valued his life above all else, there was no more suitable beginner swordsmanship than this.

Lance walked up to the wooden dummy that had already been battered full of dents and gouges.

His legs bent slightly, his center of gravity sank, and his somewhat sluggish left foot stepped half a step forward, hiding most of his body behind the shield.

The shortsword in his right hand was held behind the side of the shield, its tip angled toward the ground.