Chapter 35: The Knight hates spellcasters (3)
Hwoong! Hwoong!
“......”
The swordsmanship cadets, who were once again vigorously jumping rope today, watched as some of their fellow cadets either collapsed from being hit by the heavy iron ropes or struggled for breath due to exhaustion. They stared blankly at their instructor’s training routine.
No, calling it training seemed too kind—this was closer to torture. It was an unbelievable sight, almost surreal.
“...Hey, young master, is that really how knights are supposed to train?”
“Stop with the sarcasm and just call me by my name, mercenary.”
“Hmph, says the guy who’s always sarcastic himself.”
“You started it.”
The young man and the boy bickered. Though they were the same age, Garand, the mercenary apprentice, looked much older due to his rough upbringing, while Arno Offen, the noble’s son, had grown up in relatively gentler conditions. While Arno secretly envied Garand’s more masculine appearance, he kept that jealousy hidden and responded with a retort.
“...Don’t ask obvious questions. What knight in their right mind would train like that?”
“But he’s doing it right now.”
“That’s why it’s hard to believe even as I’m watching it.”