7 - The old man from the countryside remembers
“I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
“No, no! There’s no way I could have mistaken you for someone else!”
I was confused, suddenly being called “master”. The only thing I could do was to ask her if she had mistaken me for someone else. But Lysandera persisted and rushed to my side.
I don’t know what to do. I seriously can’t remember.
She must have studied under someone, since she called me “master”, but I don’t remember teaching such a lively-looking woman how to use a sword.
That’s probably the case. Beryl is a pretty common name, and she must have mistaken me for someone else.
The pressure of being in close proximity to a black-ranked adventurer is unbearable. Her face is so close to me. If I’m not careful, I might start sweating out of stress.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know any women that look like you…”
“No way… you don’t remember?”
Her burning red eyes were dyed with a hint of despair as she shot a confused glare at me.
Please don’t look at me like that. Really, I don’t remember anything.
“…It’s been 20 years…but still…”
Lysandera says as her shoulders drop.
Twenty years ago… That’s when I had just begun teaching in the dojo for real.
Which means that a long time ago, she was learning under someone. Back then I was desperate to find students too.
As I was thinking about this, Lysandera firmly grabbed my shoulders and spoke to me in a modest but desperate voice.
“Master, it’s me. Selena Lysandera. Don’t you remember picking up a lost, injured kid way back then and teaching her how to use the sword?”
“Hmm…?”
An injured child? Selena?
“Ah.”
Maybe…
That’s true – something did happen 20 years ago.
One day, while I was patrolling the outskirts of the village, I stumbled upon a child that had cuts and bruises all over their body and was dragging their legs towards the village.
There were no adults around the kid. She was alone.
I took her under my care, intending to eventually find her guardian. She stayed with me for a while.
My dojo had a good number of students from my father’s generation, and we were able to make a good living, so I had no problem supporting an extra child.
There was no way I was going to toss the kid back out on the streets, and since I didn’t have any children, my parents took good care of her.
Her parents were probably merchants or travelers or something along those lines.
From the way she was injured, I could tell that it was not from a fight, but from an attack by a monster or a wild animal.
In this day and age, and in a rural area like this, it was not an uncommon occurrence.
Once I got really into teaching, I was too busy to take exclusive care of her, so I mixed her in with the rest of the students and had her follow my classes as well. I was hoping that a change of atmosphere might improve her mood. Back then, she was a very reclusive, quiet kid, and when asked what her name was, she would say “Selena”.
However, I remember that she seemed to be interested in swords, and she followed my instruction faithfully and obediently.
I had no intention of seriously training her, but with her parents dead and no one to care for her, I guess she had nothing else to devote herself to. The way she worked so hard to shake off the grief of the past nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I had her under my care for about… three years or so?
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