Chapter 16: Rewards(2)

Examining the description of the footwork style, feeling satisfied, this was what I was looking for: agility and lethality. Being faster than your opponent is always an advantage in battle.

[¡Timbre! Does the host wish for this footwork style?]

[Yes No]

I respond yes without hesitation.

[¡Timbre! Congratulations to the host for accepting the 3-star footwork style].

I nod enthusiastically. Looking out the window as it was already getting dark, I lay on the bed to rest my body and mind.

The next morning, during breakfast, I received looks from my family, but I noticed that my sister was looking at me more than my parents.

So, I will wait this month to be able to control the aura and master the footwork style. Only then will I let our swords speak for themselves.

Once on the training field, standing in front of Miguel, he explains.

"To control the aura, you need nothing more than pure combat. It's the fastest way to adapt and progress on the path of the sword. No matter how long you train, it doesn't compare to a real battle to the death. A thousand hours of training is nothing compared to a real battle where your life is at stake. One wrong move or if you get distracted for a second could mean your death."

He said with a solemn expression.

With the same expression, I nod in understanding. I don't want to die again, although this world is much more chaotic compared to mine. I can't help but be excited with the expectations. I always felt like something was missing in my monotonous and boring life.

Although sometimes I complain that my body hurts, I can't help but form a sincere smile on my face.

"Hehehe, maybe I'm a battle maniac."

Miguel, looking into my own world and seeing my creepy smile, sighs. No one knows what goes through his head.

Metallic sound!

You can see two people clashing swords at an incredible speed.

Of course, it's none other than our Anthony, moving very fast and precisely. Every move he makes is incredibly fast; the sword seems to be his own hand moving in perfect harmony.

Metallic sound!

Surrounded by black flames, just like my sword, I extend and sharpen my senses, observing every move Miguel makes.

Our training has been steadily escalating thanks to my incredible learning speed.

It's been a week since Miguel's talk, and of course, I haven't missed a day since then.

Metallic sound!

Blocking Miguel's sword that was heading straight for my neck, he makes me take a few steps back. Miguel, seizing the opportunity, keeps attacking me without giving me a second of rest.

Metallic sound!

Adjusting my posture, I move my feet very quickly to the right and narrowly dodge his attack, moving my feet again, I run to the right without taking my eyes off Miguel, who was also watching me. I stop and run towards his direction and attack again.

Metallic sound!

Blocking it perfectly, our exchange begins again. Needless to say, Miguel is also using his aura to pressure me, making me get used to the difference in aura that can happen many times, and at the moment it happens, not freezing from fear and being able to defend myself. In wars, sometimes battles are not fair...

I feel a sharp pain on the right side where Miguel kicked me.

"No distractions!"

"I'm sorry!"

I got distracted, damn it...

Then I remember that Miguel beat me up for my grave mistake during training. Seriously, I always end up in such a lamentable state. I swear I'll get revenge someday, and someone else will also go through this suffering that I'm enduring. I feel the strength leaving my body, and my eyes turn white.

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Anthony can be seen in an extremely pitiful position, unconscious. This time, a dove perches on his chest, looking at Anthony with curious eyes, but after a few seconds, it starts pecking at him repeatedly.