The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 98

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Bena wept while holding Philion, which had been turned into a hammer, in both hands.

"Ji, are you really doing it?"

"Then you fake it?"

Jamie was manipulating 'Gramia' by passing her words over her ear.

Gramia, who hid herself with invisibility, was currently in the process of being transformed into a 'training ground' above the mansion.

I don't want to stop at Hamilton's teaching. Anyway, there was a life ball, so there was plenty of room for stamina.

'Even if you get tired, you recover faster than others.'

Having such a privilege, isn't it a waste to rot?

It's tomorrow to hold the sword, but before that, I thought I'd try rolling my body a little to get used to it.

And I was thinking of giving Bena 'hell training' too.

I thought I had fully awakened the power of the Valkyrie in Apton, but it turned out to be a temporary change.

In order to use it well later, you must fully acquire the power of the Valkyrie.

So, the current interior of Gremia consisted of two types of training grounds.

One side was Jamie's training ground with all kinds of traps installed, and the other side was Bena's training ground that reflected Philion's opinion.

Jamie was perfectly set up and told Bena.

"Do you remember what I said before?"

Yeah ."

On the way back from Apton, Jamie had a special message to Benna.

"The world will change quickly. And we might be at the center of it."

Whether it's a war with the Zenith Church or a situation where you have to face all 12 gods.

Life won't come easy.

So, until then, I had to somehow get stronger.

No one knew whether that would be years, decades, or even tomorrow.

"You have chosen to follow me, and there will come a day when you will inevitably have to accept your destiny."

"I know."

"Are you sorry?"

no.

Jamie grinned at Bena's resolute reply.

"Then it's hell training."

[Hell Training!]

Philion exclaimed excitedly at Jamie's words.

Bena's expression turned into tears again. I was prepared, but I was scared because I didn't know how much training with the modifier hell would be.

"Let's go in."

The night was still long.

* * *

It was the next day.

Hamilton asked Jamie, the "trainee," who came out just in time.

"Are you sorry that this instructor taught you swords?"

Yesterday, he still respected me as a small business owner, but from today on, he gave me a compliment.

Since he had been notified in advance, Jamie answered without saying a word.

no!

"You look sad?"

no!

"It was a great opportunity to learn from the Sword Master, isn't it funny that experts like to teach?"

no!

"Isn't that what I was looking at?"

Currently, Jamie's Molgol was in a state of exhaustion.

Hamilton couldn't have known that.

Jamie had nothing to say. Just remembering last night and sighing inwardly.

The Gremia training ground I made myself was made better than I thought. If you did not use that much mana, it was difficult to pass.

Using mana would be easy, but that wasn't the training Jamie wanted.

Had several failures.

At the same time, he realized that without mana there was nothing to see. The problem is that the desire to win is on fire.

The desire to win isn't a problem, but since I have a training schedule the next day, I had to do it in moderation. I ran all night until I passed.

Thanks to that, I couldn't sleep properly, so my mind was hazy. I had to manage my condition properly, but this was a big mistake.

Sorry!

Jamie, who had nothing to say, exclaimed, squeezing out as much power as she could.

Hamilton thought as he looked at Jamie like that.

'It must have been hard yesterday.'

Hamilton, unaware that Jamie had the Orb of Life, or that Jamie had trained on his own last night, was content to himself.

'You worked really hard yesterday.'

A cow owner who never gives up.

As the son of the master who he trusted and followed, he showed a really cool side. At the end, I found a slightly reluctant figure, but that was probably good.

Hamilton, for a moment, thought it was an honor to be the teacher of Jamie. No matter how much you think about it, doesn't it feel like a future sword master?

'It's too early to judge already.'

The path to becoming a Sword Master is not simply about having good physical strength, strong strength, or strong mental strength.

If it did, Hamilton himself would have become a sword master right away.

What is important is 'how much sword you use'.

I don't want to do well from the start, but it's true that I have some expectations.

In the first place, I would have to teach the basics completely.

'Today is a test.'

Hamilton adjusted his sunglasses and threw a wooden sword at Jamie.

"Grab it."

Ouch!

Jamie felt the heaviness of the wooden sword clenched in her small hand.

I've tried holding a sword several times, but it was my first time holding a sword to learn properly, so I was a little excited.

"The sword basically has a slash and a stab."

Hamilton gave a brief explanation and showed it directly by wielding a wooden sword.

"In the case of cutting, there are frontal cutting, and front to top cutting, downward cutting, left and right cutting, and horizontal cutting."

Jamie was slightly admiring the neat movement that continued without errors. Even so, I opened my mouth without realizing it to the eerie sound of the wind.

It must have been a far lower rank than Beiryl or Sable, but Hamilton's sword seemed quite impressive because he was in a position to be taught.

"Stick this time."

The same was true for stabbing.

The stabs were varied, and Hamilton also unfolded them to a near-perfect level.

It was a process that anyone who learns a sword in a basic posture must master.

Hamilton pulled out his wooden sword and asked Jamie.

"What did you think of the instructor's demonstration?"

Well cool?

"You know I didn't ask for such a clumsy answer, right?"

Hamilton knew very well that Jamie was smart.

You must have discovered something in your own demonstration.

Jamie thought deeply, and answered.

foot?

"What about your feet?"

"Did you say step? That made every movement smooth."

He couldn't see because of his sunglasses, but Hamilton's eyes were quite large.

Besides, Jamie's words aren't over.

"The movement of the muscles was also impressive. He swung his sword while minimizing his power, but it seemed that his destructive power had risen because he used his muscles more efficiently... Is that right?

Hamilton was speechless.

Up to the step, the answer he was hoping for was correct. In fact, when I talked about the steps, I also thought that he had great eyesight.

However, he did not know how to see through even the movement of the muscles.

The subtle difference was not noticeable to beginners.

'It's amazing.'

Jamie smiled inwardly as she looked at the speechless instructor.

In other words, the swordsmen who have been rolling for a long time on the battlefield and killed with these hands are not the only ones.

And I still can't remember the name, but there was a saying that my former sword-wielding colleague made a habit.

-Every movement starts with the feet.

'He's a helpful guy.'

He died more than 60,000 years ago, but can he not be grateful that he still appears frequently in his mind?

Jamie called for Hamilton, who was still silent.

"Instructor?"

Ah. okay.

Hamilton came to his senses and coughed a few times before answering.

excellent. You have good eyesight."

Although it was beyond the good side, it was Hamilton who thought that praise more than this would make trainees idle.

Anyway. Today's training is simple."

What is?

"I want you to repeat the demonstration I showed you a thousand times."

" Yeah?

"The answer would have been Evil!"

"Ah, evil!"

It's not just a cut, it's a thousand chained moves.

Jamie cried and started swinging his sword.

* * *

Hamilton saw Jamie, leaning against the wall, eagerly mimicking the demonstration pose.

It was clumsy, but I was trying to imitate it as much as possible even though I only showed it once.

'Even it keeps getting better.'

How to step on the ground, how to move your back, how to move your shoulders, how to move your wrists.

It was a high level of difficulty for a beginner to perform.

Originally, Hamilton had no intention of having him do that a thousand times.

Usually, from cutting the basics to how to move, you should have been educated separately.

The whole process was skipped.

The reason was simple.

'Because I thought Soga Lord would be able to handle it enough.'

The great physical abilities he showed yesterday, the keen eye he showed today, and the high level of intelligence he had as a wizard.

That alone was Jamie beyond the beginner level.

I wonder if someone isn't Welton's bloodline. Hamilton was in shock in real time.

'If it's time to do it a thousand times.'

Jamie evolves with every move.

As the number of repetitions increased, his superior sense was leading Jamie to the correct answer.

It's not sponge level.

Jamie had only shown him once, and he was learning on his own.

'I think magic did that too.'

I think it was said that it was a talent at a level that continued to rise even if left alone.

Of course, even the sword was not that talented, but it was clear that it was a similarly insane level of talent.

'I was planning on hitting the foundation for a year.'

Now that I see it, one year is too long.

half a year. maybe 2-3 months.

Now Jamie thought that that would be enough.

Hamilton got up and walked over to Jamie.

Jamie, who was in the middle of practicing, didn't notice he was approaching.

"Jamie trainee."

"Whoops, whoops-"

"Trainee!"

Ah. Ouch!

I had to raise my voice and call to look around.

Jamie gasped and looked up at Hamilton.

"Why are you doing this, Instructor?"

"This instructor will be absent from now on. I don't plan on coming back until the trainee has finished the thousandth.

"Do you have any work?"

Yes. So, don't try and focus on it. Do you know what I mean?"

It was said that there would be no blood or tears if the number of times was reduced or caught while smoking.

Jamie didn't intend to do that in the first place, so he replied, 'Evil!'

Hamilton knew that Jamie wasn't the kind of person to be fooled by, so he left the place at ease.

"Whoa. I can breathe now."

I don't feel it when I'm concentrating, but after one session, when I have time to spare, I received a gaze that seemed to pierce my face.

Hamilton was all good, but his eyes were too intense, so it was a burden.

Jamie thought so and swung his sword again.

Jamie himself felt that the movement became more natural with each repetition.

'fun.'

And I think it can be combined with magic.

Magic swordsmen exist, but they are only vague about any of them.

So I haven't dealt with them until now, but I'm different from them.

I have reached the pinnacle of magic, and I will be at the pinnacle again in this lifetime. I decided to graft a sword there too.

'Be more active, closer, and sharper.'

Soft footwork, strong back and shoulders, straight arms and a wooden sword that stretches forward.

It's only just begun.

magic and sword. I don't know if the two powers can be perfectly blended...

"Maybe it will take me to a new realm."

It may be in the distant future, but

"It's fun."

Jamie felt the pleasure after a long time and swung his sword hard.

- Continued on next episode -