The Dual Daggers
Arthur smiled at John's choice. In fact, from the beginning, he had hoped that John would choose the dagger because it was also the weapon he used.
"Great choice, John. You should know that my main weapon is also a dagger," Arthur laughed as he looked at John.
John was surprised by this, but Arthur ignored the surprised expression on his face and continued his words, "It is true that the dagger is my primary weapon, but I have experience with other weapons as well, so I would be able to teach you, but this will be easier."
"I will not teach you my fighting style."
John looked at Arthur with confusion and disappointment, but he kept his disappointment in and asked quietly, "Why?"
"My combat technique might not suit you, but I possess a style that surpasses my own, though its complexity prevented my use of it. However, it's possible you can master it, John. Are you willing to take this risk? This technique will enhance your strength, far exceeding that of an average user at the same rank as you."
"Sure." John didn't hesitate and promptly agreed. After all, he wouldn't step into this realm without embracing some risks.
"This is the spirit," Arthur smiled as he gazed into John's silver eyes, sensing the boy's earnest determination to acquire power. Arthur was well aware of John's hardships, his family situation, and more. John had confided in him about all of this, but he saw no need to inform John's father, considering John was now under his care.
Arthur took out a set of daggers from his ring and placed them between him and John.
Arthur observed John's contemplative expression as he stood before the array of gleaming daggers, their polished blades reflecting the soft light filtering through the forest canopy. With a knowing smile, Arthur approached him.
"John," Arthur began, "the dagger is not just a weapon; it's an extension of yourself. Today, we'll start unraveling its secrets."
Arthur selected two exquisitely crafted daggers, one designed for the right hand and the other for the left, each adorned with intricate patterns along the hilt. He handed them to John, the weight of the weapons feeling substantial yet balanced.
"Feel the weight," Arthur instructed. "A well-balanced dagger allows for fluid movements. Precision is key, especially when you're wielding two."
John examined the daggers, taking note of the craftsmanship and the subtle elegance in their design. Arthur continued, "Your grip should be firm but not rigid. You want control without sacrificing flexibility. Your wrists are your greatest asset in dagger combat."
Demonstrating with a graceful flourish, Arthur showcased the art of dual-dagger combat. "The dance begins with the grip," he explained. "Your stance is your foundation. Balance is your ally."
As Arthur guided John through the motions, the forest became an arena for their impromptu training session. Footwork, evasion, and the seamless transition between offense and defense were all part of the intricate dance Arthur sought to teach.
"Daggers thrive in the realm of finesse," Arthur said, emphasizing the word. "You're not overpowering your opponent; you're outmaneuvering them. Aim for the vulnerable points – the places where armor is scarce."
"Now, let the daggers become an extension of yourself," Arthur encouraged. "Feel the rhythm of the fight, anticipate your opponent's moves, and respond with precision. That's the essence of dagger mastery."
The forest echoed with the sounds of clashing blades and Arthur's guiding instructions, marking the beginning of John's journey into the intricate world of dual-dagger combat.
"I will not give you the style I told you about now. You must learn about fighting with daggers first, and in the end, you will learn everything."
John nodded to Arthur and continued his training. John was immersed in training, driven by the desire to become stronger, and did not notice Arthur quietly emerging from the forest.