187.Spear training.

Arriving at the training ground, Yosan looked around, searching for Elexon's whereabouts. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the sky. The sun was getting higher, its rays piercing directly into his skin.

"Did I come too late?" he muttered, squinting at the sun that was almost directly overhead.

Shortly after, a deep voice that he knew well sounded from behind him. "Oh, you've arrived, Yosan? Have you been waiting long?"

Yosan turned and saw Elexon walking closer with relaxed steps while carrying two swords.

He shook his head slightly. "No, Uncle. Besides, I just arrived."

"Good then," Elexon said, nodding. He then held out one of the swords he was carrying. "This is for you."

Yosan looked at the sword offered to him with a little confusion before finally accepting it. "Are we going to spar again today, Uncle?" he asked.

"No," Elexon replied, then swung his sword towards a group of spears neatly arranged in the corner of the field. "Today we will learn how to use spears. You know, the more someone masters fighting techniques, the greater their chances of survival on the battlefield."

Yosan nodded in understanding, then looked back at the sword in his hand. The sword felt sturdy, with perfect balance. For a moment, he felt strange holding the weapon.

"And that sword is indeed for you," Elexon continued. "I think it's time you had your own weapon. You need something to protect you and help you in the future."

Yosan looked at Elexon, this time with surprise that was hard to hide. "Uncle..."

"No refusal, Yosan," Elexon interrupted firmly. "Besides, you deserve it."

He then looked at the young man with a serious gaze. "Consider it my apology for what happened back then... or as a gift because you managed to hurt me and prove yourself worthy of my blessing."

Yosan was silent, not knowing what to say. However, before he could respond, Elexon added, "If you still don't want to accept it, just throw the sword away."

Hearing that, Yosan hurriedly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. "No! No, Uncle! I'll accept it, thank you!" he exclaimed in panic, afraid that Elexon would really tell him to throw the weapon away.

Seeing the young man's reaction, Elexon only chuckled softly. "Good," he said. "Now, put the sword away and get a spear for us to start training."

Still with a feeling of emotion in his heart, Yosan nodded and immediately hurried to get a spear as ordered. He took off his jacket, folded it neatly, then placed the sword given by Elexon not far from the training equipment. Occasionally, his gaze returned to the weapon.

It had never occurred to him that Elexon would give him a sword personally. A symbol of recognition and invaluable blessing. Moreover, this proved that he had succeeded in fulfilling their agreement back then.

However, this was just the beginning. If he wanted to reclaim his rights as the rightful king of the Whipper Kingdom, he had to keep practicing and getting stronger.

He had to surpass his limits until it was time to reclaim his throne from Arthur and marry Reina.

With his determination burning brighter, Yosan adjusted his breathing, gripped the spear tightly, then prepared to follow Elexon's instructions. He observed every movement demonstrated by the man, making sure he absorbed as much knowledge as possible.

"Stay focused," Elexon's voice sounded firm. "Don't just rely on strength. Use your body balance and take advantage of your agility."

Yosan nodded, corrected his posture, then began to move following the rhythm of the training. Every swing and every thrust of the spear he did more seriously. There was no more room for doubt.

Elexon nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Now, we move on to medium-range fighting techniques and how to utilize the momentum of the opponent's attack."

He took a stance, positioning his spear with one hand near the base and the other hand in the middle of the shaft. "When the opponent attacks with a slash or thrust, you have to be able to read their movement first. Use the middle part of your spear to parry, then use the other end for a counterattack."

Elexon then gave a demonstration. He swung his spear with measured speed, showing how he could defend against imaginary attacks while maintaining his position to counterattack.

"Watch carefully," he said before stepping forward, parrying an imaginary attack with one quick movement, then twisting his spear to launch a deadly attack towards the opponent's exposed side.

Yosan watched with sparkling eyes. The movement looked so smooth, as if Elexon had done it hundreds of times without the slightest flaw.

"Try it now," Elexon ordered.

Yosan nodded and raised his spear, trying to imitate the movement he had just seen. He stepped forward, twisted his spear, then swung it towards the empty space as demonstrated by Elexon. However, his movements were still a bit stiff and unbalanced.

Elexon sighed. "Don't just imitate my movements. Feel the flow of the movements in your body. A spear is not just a weapon, but also an extension of your body. If you force it to move without understanding its balance, you will only hurt yourself."

Yosan frowned, trying to understand Elexon's point. He readjusted his position, trying to feel the balance of his spear better. This time, he started with slower movements, making sure every swing felt more natural and controlled.

"Good, there's improvement," Elexon commented. "Now, try to move faster. We will practice in a real combat situation."

Yosan swallowed, but he didn't back down. He knew that if he wanted to get stronger, he had to face this challenge wholeheartedly.

Elexon took a defensive stance, then challenged Yosan with a sharp gaze. "Attack me."

Without hesitation, Yosan moved his feet and darted forward. He swung his spear, this time with more confidence.

A sharp clanging echoed in the air as their training continued, this time more seriously. No longer just examples and instructions as before.

The sound of footsteps blended with the sound of clashing spears. Both continued to move, trying to defeat the opponent in front of them.

Elexon stepped steadily, dodging and attacking with precision. Occasionally, he gave warnings and directions, ensuring Yosan not only defended but also learned from every movement.

On the other hand, Yosan, who was still an amateur, tried his best. Fatigue was felt in his body, but he refused to give up just like that. He continued to parry and attack, even though his breath started to falter.

His spear continued to move, alternately rotating forward and backward, trying to parry and launch attacks. His eyes were fixed on Elexon's movement, which remained stable and calculated. The man not only attacked, but also defended with perfect balance, as if every movement had been thought out long before it was made.

Meanwhile, Yosan began to feel the burden. His breath was getting heavier, and his muscles felt tense from the pressure given by Elexon. However, he persevered, trying to follow his opponent's rhythm.

"Using a spear is much harder than I thought," he muttered with a panting breath after several rounds of practice.

Elexon chuckled softly before offering him a piece of cloth. "Rest for a moment," he said.

Yosan accepted the cloth and immediately wiped the sweat that was flowing down his face and neck. This training was indeed tiring, but he knew that every drop of sweat that fell was part of his effort to get stronger.

Yosan sat leaning against a pillar, then started to drink the water that Elexon always prepared every time he trained. The feeling of heat mixed with sweat enveloped him, making him unconsciously unbutton a few buttons of his shirt to cool his body a little. However, that action only exposed the faint red marks left on his skin.

Elexon, who noticed, only raised an eyebrow before commenting casually, "It seems you and Reina had another night workout." He chuckled softly when he heard Yosan's complaints of fatigue. "Don't do it too often. It's not good for both of you."

Hearing that, Yosan immediately realized what he had just done. He hurriedly laughed softly, then fixed his shirt, which now felt a little tighter. "We don't do it every day, Uncle. We just did it last night... and that was after a long time."

For a moment, memories of the hot night he spent with Reina flashed through his mind. It had been months since the last time they were together like that, and finally they were able to relieve their longing.

Elexon only shook his head while chuckling, but did not comment further.

After a while, Yosan suddenly remembered something. "Ah, Uncle," he said, "can I take a day off from training?"

Elexon frowned, clearly surprised by the request. "Day off?" he asked in surprise. However, his expression soon changed to a bit of panic. "Is your illness acting up again? Are you feeling unwell?"

Instantly, anxiety clouded his mind. Was the training he gave Yosan too hard? Was he pushing the young man too hard until he got sick again?

"No, no, Uncle." Yosan hurriedly waved his hand, dismissing the worry. "I'm fine. It's just... Her Majesty asked me to take some time off to buy clothes with her."