The strange and loose power scaling and the skills needed

"Get ready to move," Marcus whispered; he would strike first and kill the two men before they realized the three of them were hiding.

As the two bandits kept getting closer, the sound of their voices slowly drifted over. "Looks like the boss is planning another raid," a rough voice echoed in the trio's ears. "O? Which one? I hope it's that village, Celmari; ha ha, the woman and the food are quite delightful," a lecherous voice sounded out.

Marcus was ready to jump out, but the conversation intrigued him; he quickly signaled the two men to quiet down and stay hidden.

He quietly tried to listen. "Nah. It's some small village a few miles from here; he called it Coedwig," the first voice said frustratingly. "Coedwig? That small village that survived a raid a few weeks back?" the lecherous voice sounded once more.

"Aye, that's the one," the first voice echoed in Marcus's ears. His eyes narrowed and grew cold. He clutched the weapon's hilt but refrained from doing anything. The two warriors behind him also refrained from speaking, as it could alert the two bandits.

"The boss thinks that since they survived a raid, the loot would be quite large," the first voice said. "Tch. What's the boss thinking? Surely the-" The lecherous man's voice was cut abruptly by the first bandit. "Do not speak such things! You know what will happen if he finds out you speak like that," the voice harshly scolded.

"Tch, whatever!" the lecherous man said in dissatisfaction. The two bandits had walked a long way, and if they had walked a few more steps, they would have been able to spot Marcus and the other two, but just as Marcus was about to act, he heard one of them talk once more: "Let's return. There's no point in going any further. We will reach 'their territory' soon." 

A stroke of luck had assaulted the trio as the two bandits did not venture out further, and by some miracle, they were able to stay hidden. Only once the two had left and were a reasonable distance away did the trio emerge from the grass.

Marcus gazed in the direction where the two men disappeared and spoke softly, "We should return immediately. The Lord should know of this before we try to do anything further." 

That said, the three men once more quickly disappeared into the tall grass. They needed to return as soon as possible to start making preparations for the next few days.

***

At the outskirts of the woods, Gresvin could be seen training. He was surrounded by tall pine trees. His upper body was bare, and he only wore a simple set of trousers. He held a sword in his hand and mimicked a few movements, mostly slashes and cuts.

He would go and slash to the side and return to a cut movement before repeating it all over again. 

His upper body was soaked in sweat, and Gresvin was solely focused on his movements. Each one was precise and performed with all the strength he could muster.

"196… 197… 199… 200!" He moved one last time and stopped when he reached 200. Gresvin took a long, deep breath before lowering the sword. He had been training throughout the morning, and only now had he been able to finish his morning training.

Once he did so, he slowly walked to the trunk of a vast pine and sat against it. While he did so, he tried to keep his breath regulated and in control, "In and out… In and out," he whispered a few times to himself.

The process was not long, and shortly after he finished, he reached for a flask with water inside. The fresh and cool water poured down his throat. "Ah!" he gasped in pure bliss.

"Nothing better than cold fresh water after a training session," he muttered ever so softly.

After he had taken his time enjoying the coldness pouring down his throat and admiring the tranquility of the forest, his mind wandered to his training. It had become a habit of his to review the training sessions after he completed them.

'Mm,' his mind said, looking back at all his movements. Although he could not see it for himself, he sought the feeling he had when he completed a perfect movement.

When he was still in the Maquis of Oakfall, he was taught by his Uncle how to do the movements correctly, and ever since then, he has tried to replicate the feeling he had felt when he did it correctly.

"It's not too bad. Although I did 200 movements with proper form, I did 324 without it." He sighed when he recalled the number of times he had to do the movements.

His goal was to complete 200 movements perfectly with proper form. Only when he had accomplished that would he be able to complete his training session? This morning, he was able to finish 200 properly, but he also did the movements three hundred and twenty-four times wrong.

'So two hundred out of five hundred and twenty four. That's not too bad considering I could only do two hundred after six hundred attempts, ' he smiled in relief.He was progressing, and he knew it; slowly but surely, he would be able to increase his proficiency with the sword. Gresvin had learned the way of the sword from a young age and was accomplished at it. When evaluated, he could be considered a rank 1 warrior based on his swordsmanship, but he had always had the inclination to horse riding and archery, and it was his skill with bows that allowed him to be recognized as a Rank 2 warrior.

'Come to think of it, I haven't summoned my window all that much since getting it. I wonder if it would evaluate me?' He pondered the thought, and he quickly summoned his window in hopes of seeing if it would evaluate him.

{Empire System}

{Gresvin Oakfall}

{Age 19}

{Military: 8 Imperial Recruits}

{Population: 14 Villagers }

{Assets: Village of Coedwig}

{Aurums: 814}

{Level One system}

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