Chapter 17 (Progress)

It's been 2 weeks since the system reward.

During this time, nothing has changed; Everything remains the same in my life. I wake up, eat, and train with Miguel until night.

Currently, I'm still in the same training field, giving it my all, as only 2 weeks are left to complete the sixth month. After that, I plan to become an adventurer for the next 6 months and then return to start my life at the academy.

Metallic sound! Metallic sound!

Adjusting my sword and gripping it with my hands, I strike diagonally forward with deadly precision.

Metallic sound!

Blocking my attacks, the confrontation continues. I move my right leg forward and crouch slightly to perform a horizontal strike at an incredible speed. Miguel, prepared, turns back. I quickly move to attack while he's in the air.

Metallic sound! A dry sound!

Skillfully bending his hand a bit to land perfectly on the ground, intercepting my attack.

I sigh; It's nothing for a diamond rank, but it makes it even more exciting. Still surrounded by his aura, the battle becomes more challenging, but I don't lag behind.

With quick foot movements, I position myself behind his back to deliver a blow to his neck.

Metallic sound!

Reacting super fast, he blocks the attack, but as always, attacking is better than defending.

He lowers his sword intending to cut my legs. I move my feet back simultaneously with a small jump.

Taking advantage of the situation, I grip my sword a bit tighter to create a shockwave and seize the opportunity to deliver a precise and lethal blow.

Metallic sound!

I run forward and press my legs against the ground for a propelled jump, creating some pressure.

Raising my sword upwards, I find myself above Miguel, looking at me with a slight smile on his lips and a mocking gaze.

Understanding his expression, I roll my eyes at the inevitable.

"Aaaarhg."

I feel tremendous pain in my stomach and forcefully get up to fall and roll on the ground. Holding my chest, I feel the air around me vanish. I try to take in some air by opening my mouth wide, but all that comes out is blood.

After a few minutes of regaining air in my lungs, I wipe the blood from my lips with my forearm.

Breathing deeply, trying to rest and recover from the tremendous pain, I hear his voice.

"Good job, you never let go of the sword."

Looking at him dazed, I look at my right hand where my sword still rests.

"In battle, letting go of the sword means death; never forget that. You can lose an arm, even a leg, but never let go of your sword."

Looking at him, I nod. The reason it doesn't matter if you lose a limb is because with a high-grade potion, you can recover them.

"Even if they cut off all four limbs, bite them off with your teeth. A cornered mouse sometimes scares the cat more than the cat scares it."

With those last words, he walks away from the training field with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the sky, I reflect on my progress in these two weeks.

Controlling the aura was initially a challenge, as I needed to maintain the flow of mana and send it throughout my body and sword. But I feel like I'm getting used to it. On the other hand, my footwork is also almost under control; I must say I'm very satisfied. Before, due to my slightly slower reflexes, I always ended up battered and bruised by Miguel.

Lying on the ground, I feel a sense of peace enveloping me; I'm very comfortable.

I hear footsteps approaching, turn my gaze, and see my twin sister. 

A small laugh escapes my lips. She's still the same as always. It's not that it bothers me or anything, it's just curiosity. I try to improve, but apparently it doesn't work with just that. I furrow my brow. My scent right now is the worst. Shrugging, women are very resentful and vindictive, so if you want to get their attention, you have to make sure you get theirs too. 

But things in due time; Staying in the same position for a while longer, I get up and walk home to take a shower that my body desperately needs and to sleep for a new day.