Ambrose overlooked his student’s training session.
They were all swinging two wooden swords, and when they tried using the sword with their non-dominant hand, it often looked very awkward.
“Master.” Tiger Erwin walked over to him with sweat gathered on his forehead.
“What is it?” Ambrose asked.
“It’s our first time using dual-wielding, so it might be more difficult to learn than other skills.” Tiger Erwin sighed. “Perhaps we can start with something easier?”
“Hmm, alright.” Ambrose patted his shoulder with a reassuring look. “Everyone, stop whatever you are doing!”
Everyone stopped swinging their swords with an exhausted look and turned to their new master.
“Tiger Erwin, go fetch rope, please.” Ambrose said with a smile.
Tiger Erwin looked confused but did as he told him, and after a visit to the storage room, he returned with short ropes.
“Everyone, pick a rope, tie your dominant arm behind your back, and only use your non-dominant arm from now on.” Ambrose crossed his arms. “You are not allowed to remove the rope!”
After a brief moment of shock, the students nodded hesitantly, picked up a rope, and helped their fellow students tie their arms behind their backs.
Tiger Erwin and Ken did the same.
“This is not really what I meant…” Tiger Erwin whispered to himself with a wry smile.
“Now, continue training.” Ambrose watched as his students resumed training, and it was even more clumsy than before.
Everyone looked like they were beginners, even though most of them had trained swordsmanship for years, some their entire lives.
After a short moment of watching, Ambrose pulled out a brass key from his pocket and left towards the basement.
The entrance was hidden behind the dojo master’s chair, and it was impossible to enter it without moving the chair out of the way first.
After pushing the chair out of the way, he entered the brass key into the door’s hole and opened it with a click.
He then walked through the door, closed it behind him, and grabbed a lantern from the wall, using it to light up the path.
After half a minute of walking down dimly lit stairs, he arrived in front of a metallic vault. It seemed to be heavily protected, and it was impossible to open it without a special key.
For this one, Ambrose pulled out a silver key. Tiger Erwin gave it to him a while back.
He then inserted the key into a small, hidden hole in the vault and turned it ninety degrees.
Click—with a resounding click, the vault door was unlocked, and it opened with a screeching thud.
Ambrose entered the vault while pocketing his keys and saw money bags strewn across the vault walls.
According to the documents, there should be nearly two million silvers hidden inside. It was the total wealth of the former Reverse Tiger Blade dojo.
For a single person, that much money would be an insane amount.
2 million was equivalent to 200,000 crowns.
Now, it was all Ambrose’s.
He could go straight away to Reality Market and transfer the silver to his bank account, and he had more than enough to start his trip across the world.
Many players would be blinded by greed and steal it all for themselves. They wouldn’t have any need to continue playing with such an amount of money.
However, Ambrose looked away from the money bags, as this wasn’t why he was here.
2 million silver might be a lot for a single person, but for a dojo of this size, it was nearly not enough.
‘Need to make much more money somehow.’ Ambrose thought, and soon his gaze locked into shelves that were neatly placed beside each other.
It looked strange, as there were all sorts of treasures inside the vault and then some ordinary household shelves. However, those shelves had ragged-looking scrolls neatly placed inside.action
They were all Skill Scrolls—nearly a hundred of them!
‘My jaw almost dropped once Ken mentioned those.’ Ambrose chuckled. ‘I don’t have any need to search for Skill Scrolls anymore. These are more than enough for me!’
He then left the vault, closed the door, and watched silently as the treasure-filled interior soon vanished from his sight.
‘I need to create a lot of new skills. My skills are good for me, but I need skills that my students can learn.
‘I can basically only teach Mortal Style skills, which I don’t want. I want to teach my style.’
After a moment of deep contemplation, he decided to take a trip to Honorable Temple, try to learn the soul healing, and ask them about learning new skills.
Ambrose clenched his hand into a powerful fist. ‘First, I’ll need to arrange some stuff so the dojo can run without me for a week or two.’
After that, Ambrose left the basement and saw that his students were still training tirelessly. Each of them wore white GI, with a sigil of Immortal Dojo on the chest, and each of them wore belts.
Almost all of them had white-colored belts, except Tiger Erwin and Ken, who had green and yellow belts, respectively.
“Tiger Erwin.” Ambrose called out to the former master of Reverse Tiger Blade.
lightsΝοvel “Yes, master?” Tiger Erwin walked over to him while walking rather awkwardly. Even his balance was quite messed up because of his tied-up arm.
He was already nearing his fifties, and he had gone way past his prime, so learning new things was a monumental task for him.
“I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe a week. I hope I can count on you to keep an eye on my dojo.”
“O-oh, yes, master.” Tiger Erwin replied in surprise. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, there are just some things I need to do.” Ambrose said. “Make sure that none of the students try to cheat this test.”
“This is a test?” Tiger Erwin asked in surprise.
“Tests and training go hand-in-hand. Those who impress me the most might see their belt color change.” Ambrose nodded and walked up the stairs to his office.
Meanwhile, on the dojo below, Tiger Erwin looked at his non-dominant hand that was wielding the wooden sword and grabbed it tight. He didn’t plan on losing his spot as the highest-ranked student.
Without further ado, he started swinging his sword with great ferocity.
He also happened to encourage his former students, who saw him training even harder, and they also started to swing their swords with even greater strength.
In the upstairs, as Ambrose opened his office’s door and was about to take off his sword from his hip, he suddenly froze as he saw someone standing in the room, facing the window and looking outside.
‘Inquisitor?’
That was his first thought, as only the people who were either hostile to him or wanted something from him would sneak inside his room.
“Who are you?” Ambrose drew his wooden sword and pointed it towards the unknown figure.
“So, you are the one who killed him.” The voice was feminine, and it instantly caused Ambrose’s cheeks to turn red.
It was as if the voice had the primordial power of lust, able to arouse everyone’s desires with just simple words.
“Argh, the hell?” Ambrose shook his head and backed off towards the door. “What the hell did you do?”
The figure turned around; her face was covered by a veil, and she wore baggy robes that covered every inch of her body. It seemed like she didn’t want anyone to catch a glimpse of her.
“My name is Cali.” She spoke gently, her voice sounding perfect.
“Argh…” Ambrose grabbed his chest and felt his heart beat rapidly against his chest as if it were trying to burst through. “W-what the fuck…”
Cali closed her mouth and picked up pen and paper, then wrote something down and tossed it over to Ambrose.
Ambrose caught it from mid-air and read the written text.
“You were Mars’ mistress…” He whispered and looked at her in shock. “You are the Heartstopper.”