The Academy’s Weakest Became A Demon-Limited Hunter

A few days later, during the day. I called Gerald and brought him to a corner of the Butterfly Garden. Gerald had decided to stay at the academy for a while, so it was easy to find him in the guest lodging.

Gerald and I both held wooden swords. I wasn't much of a swordsman, let alone a match for a Sword Saint, but that didn't matter. This wasn't a swordsmanship duel in the first place.

I stretched my legs out long and pressed down on my knees firmly to loosen up my body.

"You're full of enthusiasm."

Gerald said, looking at me with eyes like an eagle.

I gave a gentle smile.

"I need to hit my father-in-law once."

Gerald's lips twitched. It seemed he found it funny.

Gerald pressed his lips together to pretend he wasn't laughing.