Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

61  Chapter 61: Advances

Pov Elsa Frostine

Bang!

A light clash of swords occurred in the training room.

In the middle of this place, two people could be seen; one was gripping a sword by its hilt with their right hand, while the other girl was with dead eyes, with small bruises on her arms or body. Although she was dead tired, she refused to let go of her sword, holding it with her hands; her eyes caught a dangerous glint.

Running towards her worst and most terrible enemy, her eyes had a single objective: to land a single strike on his body.

As if her life depended on it, she gripped her sword even tighter, adrenaline rushing through her body.

Though somewhat clumsy, she performed a diagonal attack.

Bang!

Watching how her worst enemy blocked it so easily, as if it were of no importance, she furrowed her brow, retracting the sword, taking a few steps back to make another attack, changing pattern, she moved her sword downwards for a low blow. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Bang!

Blocking it the same way as before, I can feel the strength leaving my arms, my whole body starting to shake, feeling as heavy as steel.

Dropping the sword, I fall to the ground.

"Huufff...huuff."

Trying to get some air into my lungs, I took a deep breath. A shadow fell over her head, looking up she saw Anthony with a slight smile.

"For your first day, it's not that bad. If we repeat this kind of training for 1 month, it will definitely give results," Anthony casually commented, stroking his chin with his hand.

A cold sweat ran down my face, with just today, I already feel like I'm dying, I don't think I can endure all of this.

"Here," Anthony handed me a small recovery potion.

Grabbing it quickly, I drank it eagerly. I quickly felt the strength returning to my body, the exhaustion that had been eating me up inside disappeared completely. Feeling completely renewed, I stood up with a smile.

I was about to leave this place when...

"Where do you think you're going?" Anthony asked with confusion in his voice. "We can't waste a single gold coin; we still have plenty of time before our time here runs out. Go back and keep running until you can't anymore."

I felt my soul leave my body, like a soulless puppet accepting my destiny, I start to run...

****

It's been 1 week of this torture, every day we start from morning till night, we always come without fail.

I think I'm getting used to this routine; after all, humans are adaptable to all kinds of situations. The small changes in my body that I've noticed are that I need to eat much more if I want to overcome the tough training; thanks to this, my muscles are gradually growing. It feels good to have an athletic body. Smiling from ear to ear, I feel happy, I feel like I chose the right path by choosing the path of the sword.

In the afternoon, Elsa could be seen on the floor, completely lamentable, groaning in pain.

"Am I getting used to this? What a lie! My body screams in pain; I want to stay on the ground motionless to pretend I'm dead... yes, that could work... I increase the intensity of the training; now it's much worse than before..."

"Get up, I know you're still alive; my senses are very sharp, you can't fool me," I can hear a voice mocking towards me.

"Damn it! Why did you increase the difficulty?" I ask, frowning, pointing at him with resentment.

"As you know, we have little time, exactly 5 months before the academy starts. Besides, I have the goal of reaching gold within this time frame; besides, you also have to reach the silver rank. Time waits for no one; it's not in our favor right now, which is why I have to pick up the pace with you," he responds calmly.

Upon hearing his words, I find them to make much sense; in fact, I was so focused that I forgot about everything else.

"Sorry, I forgot," I say with regret.

"Don't worry, in fact, it's good that you're very focused on the training; after all, this will help you to have a quicker understanding," he shrugs, responding.

"Alright, do you see that dummy over there?" he says, pointing with his finger, looking at the metal dummy, I nod my head. "Perform 1000 vertical attacks; after you finish, perform horizontal, diagonal to the right and left, and low attacks."

After hearing his words, I feel my soul leaving my body for the fifth time; with my head bowed, I walk towards the dummy, accepting my fate...

****

Boom!

"Frontal attack," says Anthony.

Frowning, I get into position.

"Attack from below," says Anthony again.

"Arggh," his sword travels directly towards my chest.

I grit my teeth; my whole body hurts a lot, though it's nothing new at all. During the third week of training, Anthony said he would only focus on hand-to-hand combat; the reason he says his next move is to distract me; it's a deception. In reality, he attacks in another direction, catching me totally off guard. Upon hearing his words, my brain automatically puts all its attention, waiting for him to make the attack; he told me that until I can concentrate one hundred percent, we can't move on to the next step.

"You can't be sure of your enemy's sword's intention; you must always see beyond the attack, always keep in mind that it might just be a feint or that his sword might change direction at the last second. You must be one step ahead of your enemy; fighting a creature is very different from fighting a human. The main difference, obviously, is intelligence; a creature moves thanks to its primary instincts, attacking just for the sake of attacking without any kind of trap in it. Of course, there are always exceptions; an intelligent creature is one of them, just like humans who wield the art of the sword; if your attacks are superficial, they can easily defeat you. To avoid that result, you must be versatile and flexible; for that, first, I need to open your mind with blows, as I was taught..."

"Did you go through the same thing as me?" I ask curiously.

"Of course, as you should have known, I was extremely weak a few months ago; my father's right hand helped me with my training. Of course, he was much harder on me, and I always ended up on the floor with my eyes rolled back. Basically, I'm teaching you everything I learned from him," he says with a furrowed brow.

The previous week, Anthony told me that I have talent for the sword; I can go down this path without problems. This means that I'll be able to achieve aura; I was so excited that I almost cried with joy. He told me that after a battle, although my progress isn't the best, he said I still have 3 more years to prepare for the imperial academy, not to rush.

"It must have been difficult," I comment with a touch of amusement; it's good to know that I'm not the only one who went through this suffering.

"Hahaha, how resentful you are," he says with a little laugh.

"Hmph, after all, I also have pride, and always ending up on the floor is very embarrassing."

"If I were you, I'd start getting used to it; sometimes, just accepting the truth is the best option."

After our little chat, we continue with the training. Needless to say, I ended up once again lying on the floor, completely exhausted.

****

We leave the guild; the sky has turned dark, it's already night. Whenever we enter, the sun is just rising on the horizon.

The streets, as always, are so lively and full of people everywhere. Although my body, thanks to the potions, is full of energy, mental fatigue is a completely different thing; overexerting myself will only harm my health.

Anthony mentioned that his master never let him consume potions, unlike me.

So it can be said that my training is easier than his.

Arriving at the inn, we go straight to our room. At first, I remember that the idea of ​​having a man in the same room made me nervous; at home, I had a room for myself, and my butler was a woman; most of the people I interacted with were women.

With time, and with everything we've been through in the forest, it undoubtedly reinforced my confidence in him; he has never done anything to make me feel uncomfortable with his presence.

After taking a refreshing bath, I feel as if my mind relaxes automatically. Anthony was next.

For snack time, I ordered exactly the same thing as Anthony: it was 3 servings of meat with a small amount of rice and salad, a glass of juice, and one of coffee. I feel like I'm eating a lot, but my body needs it; besides, I'm still in shape, so it's not so bad.

After resting from the meal, we bid each other goodnight, thus spending another day in this city.

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