Fight

It was the first time that Kenta felt overwhelmed by something, but the thing in front of him was a clone of Kenta, who was very proficient in using a sword and body.

Although what the other side was using was only basic sword art, there was no wasted movement and judgment when it come to attacking his defense. Not to say, with all the wasted effort in the attack, Kenta was overwhelmed by the other side's defense.

'Haha! This is really good, with this I will be able to improve.' Kenta who was beaten to the ragtag situation laughed, at himself. As he had always believed that he was already proficient in basic Swordsmanship and had asked his dad to teach him the intermediate one. Still, in front of the clone Basic Swordsmanship, his intermediate Swordsmanship was like child's play. Where each of his attacks was forced to parry into another side and none of his attacks, did a single damage to the clone in front of him.