Chapter 19: Training[3]
Ericka's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and challenge. "Pick your weapon, Nox," she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "Let's see if all that training has made you more than just a scrawny kid with a big mouth."
Glaring at her remark, he snorted and turned towards the weapons. His heart raced as he eyed the array of weapons floating before him, suspended by Ericka's mana. The training hall, a vast space within the mansion, fell silent. The air felt heavier now. Noctis scratched his head, contemplating his choice of weapon.
This would be his first and foremost combat he would have since the time he had transmigrated.
Ericka didn't rush him to choose as she stood there in silence, curious about his choice.
Stepping forward, he chose the greatsword first, thinking of his strength build in other games.
Erika lowered her head; her grin widened into a smirk.
Noctis gripped the greatsword's handle, lifted it all in one go, and placed it on his shoulder, confident in his strength. 'Hmm, this is pre—Huh? Why am I falling backwards? shit,'
It was too late as he fell back with a thud, the greatsword falling beside him with a loud clang. Ericka couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she watched Noctis struggle to get back up, his face turning red with embarrassment. She already expected this the moment he chose the great sword.
"Damn it, stop laughing." looking at his flushed face, Ericka let out a snickering laugh.
The next weapon he chose was a pair of daggers, feeling them quite lightweight and agile, better suited for his correct body specs. He picked them up, one in each hand, and tested them with a few slashes. Taking on a stance he remembered from video games, he glared at his aunt.
Ericka waved her hand, the other weapons fell to the side, and the great sword beside him flew to her hand, casually swinging it to get the hang of it.