The Amber Sword: Swordsmanship (Second) Freya in Act 37
Act Swordsmanship (second) of Freya in Act 37
Freya understands that she does not have such outstanding talents. Since Bucce, she has used character which is not convinced to make up for this gap. She has paid much more sweat than others, and has recovered little by little. The difference.
But things are not as simple as you think.
With the passage of time, Freya has gradually discovered that the gap between people sometimes does not seem to be able to make up by relying on hard work.
It's like in this college, there are too many capable people, and she is insignificant among such a crowd. Like a little firefly under the glory of Haoyue, the little pride that had only existed in Bucce disappeared completely.
In front of her is a senior Knight student with mid Silver rank strength equal to Bretton. In fact, if it is not the highest strength of this game *** to the peak of Black Iron, the two sides will only rely on their understanding of Swordsmanship. I am afraid that Freya has already fallen to the ground already --
But that's it. She feels that her hands are a little tight with her sword.
But the frowning senior student is also carefully around her circle. The tenacious play shown by Freya also made him suffer a lot. -- Royal Cavalry Academy annual champion competition from the beginning There is a rule -- that makes everyone complain. Everyone has no rest time between games. Everyone must pay the price for the excessive Stamina wasted in the previous battle.
It is said that the founder of the academy originally set such a rule for the students to understand that there are no enemies on the battlefield that will give you 'reasonable' Laws. You must learn to keep one's own Stamina. Only in this way can you live on the battlefield. Much longer.
The original intention of Royal Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom. In a peaceful era, all the students who went out here were trained as intermediate and advanced NCO. Even those who graduated with honors may be selected into the royal Knights as soon as they leave the college's door.
So there are many people who step up to the sky.
It's like this annual champion competition. This Knight competition is conducted in a point system. Students fighting between different grades can get corresponding points -- and implement a brutal single defeat elimination system. Only the one who stands to the end can win the title of ‘champion Knight’, which represents the highest honor of the college.
After the champion Knight is decided, the best Knight of each grade will be selected based on the points.
Basically these people, just already can put a mark of honor.
I have to say that although this system is not fair, it can more truly reflect the battle between life and death on the battlefield. Like a famous quote from the original founder of the college:
Lucky is not only your strength, but also one of your biggest dependencies --
This sentence is most appropriate to describe the Freya at the moment. However, as she has only mid Black Iron rank strength, -- is of course a rate of progress that is extremely rare among ordinary people. already can be said to be the greatest amount of sweat she has paid these days. Affirmation -- is here, it is far from enough; Freya feels that he has no extra power to respond to the actions of the other party.
She can barely keep up with the opponent's movements in circles, and then pray that luck will care for her, or it is more appropriate to use miracles at this moment.
Her opponent seemed to have noticed this too. After carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior student decisively launched the attack.
The sword came from the rear of the right side, which is the most difficult to prevent. Freya didn't think much, or didn't have the energy to think much. She raised the sword -- which was almost a subconscious movement, but it was like Fuzhi spirit / mind. The next moment, she let the opponent's sword edge pass through the cage of the sword in her hand.
The hot tingling sensation came from my hand, but the other side also gave a slight hesitation. Freya thought about it, twisted it with his backhand, splitting the opponent's sword edge on the handle of the cage and tore it back. -- said that the other party's bun was pressed against the guy's chest.
The student flew out, but when he got up again, sword edge already in Freya's hand was stuck on his neck.
"What is Swordsmanship?" The student asked the first sentence when he got up, and he saw the young girl's hands dripping with red blooddrops, a little dazzling.
"..." Freya did not answer.
In fact, she was a little confused in her own mind. -- was in the last moment. I remembered the Brando's sword move --. She did n’t think how delicate it was when she saw Brando. But now I think about it, that A few tricks are really practical.
But she thinks that if it is used by Brando's, it will not hurt one's own hand.
"I confessed." The senior student sitting on the ground gave a stun and finally raised his hand. Then Freya saw Female Knight who came out as a referee with dark hair and a shoulder down. The latter, as always, separated the two with a cold face, then looked back at her.
"I heard you've been on the battlefield?" Nimei Heath asked in a cold tone.
Freya noticed that there was a deep suspicion in the eyes of the other person. -- She rarely saw extra emotions in those black eyes, as if this Female Knight always wears a cold mask. -- But this mask is a little loose at the moment.
The girl is a little strange, but still nods. In Royal Cavalry Academy, the person who dared to face this Dame Upperclasswoman has not been born yet.
"Is it Madara's undead?"
"Yes."
"Can you use the Swordsmanship you used just now?"
Freya hesitated, she felt that she was about to faint.
But Nimei Heath also saw her embarrassment and no longer insisted, but said: "The sword just now has the shadow of Aouine's Military Swordsmanship, and Knight Swordsmanship of the professor in the college is not a way. I have heard you have been militia ? "
Freya nodded again.
"But militia's Swordsmanship, and the Swordsmanship of the guard, neither is such a straight-forward killer Swordsmanship. This is like a real Aouine battle array Swordsmanship." The black-haired Female Knight frowned, deeply Looking at her: "Are you from Bucce? Do you know anyone on White Mane Legion?"
Freya was suffocated. She didn't know why the senior who took care of one's own on weekdays would continue to ask herself these strange questions here one after another.
Of course she shook her head.
However, Freya already is not the Bucce's country girl who knew nothing at that time. During the months of studying, she gained a lot of insights. She recalled the previous sword, and many of the Swordsmanship -- used by Brando. They seemed to have one thing in common. In simple words, it was concise.
A very concise Swordsmanship, as if no extra tricks are needed, as if it is purely a Swordsmanship for victory. Freya can imagine what kind of effect this Swordsmanship will have on the battlefield. No wonder Nimei Heath predecessors call it killer Swordsmanship.
In retrospect, when Brando used the game, each time the make a move was neat and clean, it was amazingly fast.
But she just looked back, but she saw Nimei Heath staring at herself with dark black eyes. She was startled, she had never seen a side like this upperclasswoman, but for a while, the other side just said to her:
"In fact, that's not a pure Aouine battle line Swordsmanship."
Freya stunned, what is the meaning of --?
"Did you hide anything, Freya?"
The girl quickly shook her head, and ponytail in the back of her head wobbled.
"Well, that's an improved Aouine battle array Swordsmanship," Nimei Heath straightened up, looking a little weird: "I've seen this Swordsmanship."
Freya watched Nimei Heath turned after saying this, and walked to another venue. But a little pale came out of her face, and she suddenly thought of a possible --
This woman knows Brando.
...
"Who is that?"
Half-Elven Princess turned back, "Who?"
"The student who won before," Magdelle looked at the crowded game field below: "I saw Sister Nimei Hess talking to her for a while, it seems like a girl --"
Gryphine followed her gaze and looked at it.
"That's the daughter of Everton," the silver-haired girl sighed. "Unfortunately, it seems that she has not inherited the talent of her father. Although already is very good, but it is not among the students in this period. The best is far worse than her father. "
"Gryphine, that's because the quality of the students in this period is too good." Although this Nun-Princess is not good at Swordsmanship, his wisdom and insight are enough to bridge the gap: "The youngster called Bretton, but there is another Two people, I heard you mentioned them more than once. "
Silver-haired girl smiles: "Yes, Mother Marsha still protects Aouine."
She also said: "I am going to select the best people from the upper and lower grades to go to Ampere Searl, Dini with you; of this trainee, I and Oberbeck Secretary think it is necessary Focus on cultivating them, and let them leave here to exercise, this is my idea.
"So you fancy that Bretton, Gryphine?" Magdelle asked back: "It is indeed a very stable youngster. In noble, youngster already like him has very few --"
"Not necessarily, Dini," the silver-haired girl blinked: "I knew there was one more. He let me know that the blood of the Aouine's ancestor noble had not drained, so there is hope in this ancient kingdom."
"I rarely hear you praise someone like this, Gryphine."
Half-Elven Princess rarely answered her friend's words, she thought of the youngster in Oberbeck's mouth, and her already confirmed that the other party did not come here with Freya. -- is really a mysterious guy.
She doesn't know where the other party is now or what she is doing, but there is a vague feeling in her heart. I am afraid that youngster will not be lonely. He will soon appear in everyone's field of vision again.
As for what kind of attitude?
The silver-haired girl smiled a little in her heart and let go of this weird thought.
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