I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

Staying at the Wesley mansion didn't mean doing nothing all day. Sure, lounging around browsing the internet was fine for rest, but I couldn't spend 20 out of 24 hours just surfing the web.

So after leaving Katie to deal with her daughter-obsessed father and their family drama, I headed to the mansion's training grounds to practice with a sword. Given the Duke's size, there was no way those tiny teacups of alcohol would get him drunk. As soon as Katie finished her bath, I'd dumped the daughter-obsessed father on her and quickly escaped outside.

Better to empty my mind with physical training than deal with a daughter-obsessed man drinking vodka from teacups. That's why I ran.

"Is this right? These fragments only give me partial knowledge."

Instead of my trusty warhammer of 11 years, I now held one of the practice swords used by the mansion's guard knights. When word spread that the hero was practicing swordsmanship, curious onlookers from knights to maids gathered to watch. Unfortunately for them, there were no flashy techniques to see.

The swordsmanship fragments had somehow melted into my consciousness, making me remember forgotten memories. I just stubbornly practiced basic moves as the fragments directed. Properly gripping the sword, feeling its balance, then endless horizontal and vertical slashes.

It was an odd situation - working up a sweat right after bathing - but I needed to learn these skills.

"Hmm, is the hero also accomplished in swordsmanship?"

"He keeps cutting the same trajectory without the slightest deviation. Like a Magic Tower golem with zero errors."