Chapter 9: Wanting to Snuggle with Roxy

Under her dumbfounded gaze, almost everyone released the Water Ball spell on the first try.

Roxy fell silent. Roxy was in thought.

Roxy was shocked.

Sighing, the helplessness on her small face turned into a wry smile. She couldn't imagine that all three of them were geniuses.

"Intermediate magic, do you know it?" Roxy asked.

This time, Roa didn't hide anything. He nodded and said, "The books only describe intermediate magic, there's nothing higher."

"Is that so?" Roxy breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. She secretly cheered herself on and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Actually, it's not a big deal to be able to cast intermediate magic at your age, especially you, Roa. Don't get arrogant because of it."

Then Roxy began to explain the precautions for advanced magic. It had to be said that Roxy was a good teacher. Her words were always easy to understand.

The morning passed, and Sylphy stayed at Paul's house for lunch before going home. Roa and Rudeus were asked by Paul to practice swordsmanship.

"A man must have a sword in his heart, to protect the important people–" That's what he said.

Since the original words were too long, Roa only remembered those two sentences.

The official swordsmanship training began in the afternoon.

It mainly consisted of swinging the sword and practicing standard movements.

For example, using the wooden dummy set up in the yard as an opponent to confirm the standard movements and attack conditions; or sparring with Paul to train footwork and weight shifting, that kind of thing.

In this world, swordsmanship was highly valued.

Starting from the basics was really good.

The heroes in this world all used swords. Occasionally, there were people who used axes or hammers, but they were a minority.

No one used spears because the hated Speard race used tridents. So spears were the weapons of demons, that was common knowledge. Several such demons had appeared in books, playing the role of murderers who bit everyone, friend or foe.

Perhaps because of this background, swordsmanship here was better than in the world he used to live in.

If you could become a master, you could even cut rocks in half with a single sword strike, or send out sword energy to attack distant opponents.

In fact, Paul could split a rock in half with a single sword strike.

Since Roa wanted to know the principle, he flattered and praised him to make him perform it several times. Paul must have been in a good mood to see his son, who could use advanced magic at such a young age, happily clapping for him.

However, no matter how many times he watched, he couldn't understand the principle.

When Roa asked Paul to explain, he said, "It's the feeling of 'stepping forward with a 'hmph' and then slashing!'"

Paul was a terrible teacher. Although his swordsmanship was strong, he really wasn't a good teacher.

However, following his own training method, he had actually made some progress.

Every time he swung his sword, he had a strange intuition telling him how to swing the sword most conveniently, how to strike most appropriately, and how to sheathe the sword most safely.

It was like dividing a line segment into two parts. Roa could almost directly draw the point of the golden ratio with his intuition.

Every time Roa struck, he could hit the opponent's weakness perfectly. As the number of swings increased, this intuition was almost engraved in his bones.

Roa was a little confused. He asked Paul, "I don't know why, but I always have an intuition telling me how to strike."

That day, Paul was silent for a long time. His eyes were filled with tears as he explained, "Your swordsmanship talent is exceptionally high."

Fortunately, there was also Rudeus. Rudeus had talent, but not as monstrous, which finally relieved Paul.

It would be quite embarrassing for a father if his son was too outstanding.

In this world, there were three main schools of swordsmanship. The first was the Sword God Style, which emphasized offense, advocating preemptive strikes and using speed as an important means. Offense is the best defense, that was the core concept of the Sword God Style. If they couldn't kill the opponent with one blow, the Sword God Style would use hit-and-run tactics until they won. This style was similar to the Satsuma Jigen-ryū in reality.

The second was the Water God Style, which was the complete opposite of the Sword God Style. This style focused on defense, with deflecting and countering as its core. Because it focused on defense, the Water God Style rarely attacked proactively. However, masters could counter all attacks, including magic and ranged weapons. This style was usually learned by court knights and nobles.

The third was the North God Style, which was more like strategy than swordsmanship. There were no specific moves, but rather different strategies were adopted depending on the situation. Paul said it was improvisation, but in reality, practitioners of the North God Style often used small tricks and cleverness to win.

However, as long as one could reach a high level, the North God Style could achieve unexpected victories. This style was very suitable for those who were injured or had defects, because they could still continue to fight. Therefore, the North God Style was very popular among mercenaries and adventurers. In short, these three swordsmanship styles each had their own characteristics, and each had its own applicable situations and advantages.

Paul was very strong. His talent was beyond doubt. His Water God Style, North God Style, and Sword God Style were all at the Advanced level.

Don't think that Advanced swordsmen were weak. In fact, apart from Sword Kings and Sword Gods, the level of Advanced swordsmen was really not bad. Swordsmanship was not equal to magic, and could only be improved through years of accumulation.

Time passed quickly. By the time the two of them finished practicing swordsmanship, the sun had already set and night was falling.

Today was not only the day Roxy arrived, but also the day the power of space-time was gathered.

[Space-Time Power 100/100]

[Currently, a one-star small world can be captured. Capture?]

At night, Paul and Zenith prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Steaming roast chicken, shimmering with an enticing color under the light of the oil lamp, soft and delicious bread, hot soup made from unknown vegetables, and various side dishes were placed on the table. The aroma and heat filled the entire hall.

"It smells so good." Roxy stared greedily at the food in front of her. It was almost the best food she had eaten in the past year.

So everyone began to eat. Roa chewed the chicken elegantly, the smooth and delicious chicken filling his entire mouth, and oil flowing out with every bite.

Surprisingly good.

"But, it seems we don't have any extra rooms in our house," Paul said suddenly, as if remembering something.

Indeed, Roa and Rudeus have always slept separately. This house isn't actually that big, and the rooms can only accommodate a limited number of people.

Roa's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he subtly winked at Rudeus.

Rudeus blinked, his hand pausing mid-meal. He gave Roa a meaningful look.