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Within the transparent frame on the retina, the third page can now be turned to, titled “Militia,” and its content is still densely packed with icons.
Among so many icons, only one was lit up—Basic Swordsmanship.
After practicing swordsmanship for a while, Rein discovered that the difficulty of improving Basic Swordsmanship was higher than that of nailing horseshoes on the Blacksmith Apprentice panel.
[You have trained in Basic Swordsmanship, and your insight has improved!]
[Your Skill, Basic Swordsmanship, has been enhanced, Experience +1]
After two hours, only one point was gained, Basic Swordsmanship lv1 (2/100).
Rein roughly estimated, “This means that if I practice for eight hours a day, I would need nearly a month to possibly reach level 2.”
“That’s not right, on average, there is no way I have eight hours of practice time. I heard that next week will start the Dog Trainer’s introductory training, and the week after next will be Archery training! And so on, cycling every three months.”
“That means on average, I only get a week each month to practice swordsmanship! Spread out over time, that’s equivalent to practicing swordsmanship for two hours a day, so it would take at least three months to have the chance to advance Basic Swordsmanship to level 2.”
Obviously, this pace of improvement was far from satisfying Rein’s requirements.
Because in three months, it would be the time for the Page’s assessment!
If there was an opportunity to tread the Transcendent path with the position of a manor guard, Rein would definitely prioritize applying for the manor guard.
After contemplating for a moment, Rein decided to allocate one precious Skill Point to Basic Swordsmanship to see the effect of the Skill Points.
“In this Transcendent world, if I want to make a name for myself, without a doubt, being a swordsmanship genius is a better choice than being a blacksmith genius!”
Thus, Rein silently commanded in his mind and immediately added 1 point to Basic Swordsmanship.
As a result, Basic Swordsmanship on the panel went from lv1→ to Basic Swordsmanship lv2 (0/300)
Instantly, a surge of memories related to Basic Swordsmanship training flowed into Rein’s mind.
These memories were fragmented training sequences, flashing through Rein’s mind like slides and embedding into his muscle memory.
When Rein opened his eyes again and executed Basic Swordsmanship, it was as smooth as if he had been practicing eight hours daily for a month straight; every strike became increasingly fluid.
[Your Skill, Basic Swordsmanship, has been enhanced, Experience +1]
[You have focused on practicing Basic Swordsmanship for one hour, Militia Profession Experience Points +1]
Huh! Rein noticed that after advancing Basic Swordsmanship to level 2, the speed of upgrading the Militia Profession Level seemed to accelerate as well.
“Could it be that level 2 swordsmanship is driving the increase of the level 1 Militia panel?”
“Rein, when did you learn Basic Swordsmanship? That’s not cool, learning Basic Swordsmanship behind my back!”
Only then did Rein realize that George, who had been practicing hard on the side, was now staring at him blankly!
Just now, George had noticed that his best friend Rein was skillfully executing Basic Swordsmanship and couldn’t help questioning it, puzzled.
Rein shook his head: “Of course not, where would I get the money to learn that?”
George thought about it and nodded, yeah, that’s right.
Huh? That’s not right!
That sounds so off.
“Ah! Rein, you’re saying you must be a swordsmanship genius!” George exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.
“That….”
“Shouldn’t count, I just have a bit of a knack for Basic Swordsmanship.”
George thought for a moment and nodded: “That’s true, Basic Swordsmanship is only the most rudimentary introductory skill, and it doesn’t mean you’re a swordsmanship genius!”
“I’ve heard my brother say that the nobles study family swordsmanship passed down through generations, which is much more difficult than Basic Swordsmanship.”
“Oh, is that so?” Rein was taken aback, but then he didn’t give it much thought.
After all, he had just started out with Basic Swordsmanship, and meals needed to be eaten one bite at a time; it was better to first master Basic Swordsmanship before anything else.
A tall building rises from the ground!
So, Rein didn’t idle away any more time and continued to sweat profusely on the side.
Watching the continuous +1+1 in Experience Points, Rein was fully focused and exceedingly motivated!
Even George was stunned on the side!
Was this his lazy best friend?
The hell, wasn’t he tired?!
It was the same when he was fixing donkey hooves; Rein was full of determination, like a youth invigorated daily!
George also kept encouraging himself, aiming to keep up with his best friend!
But after a while of practicing, he realized it was really dull, tedious, tiring, and hard to keep up!!
At this time, the fake second-generation rich kids nearby also noticed the changes in Rein.
“Bushy Brow, look, something’s off with that kid Rein! At first, he was fumbling around, but it’s just been over an hour, and now he seems to have gotten the hang of it!”
Bushy Brow followed Freckles’ gaze and, after observing Rein’s movements for a few moments, wore a ghost-stricken look:
“This… Damn, Rein definitely practiced before; he’s nearly caught up to me!”
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“What? That impressive!”
“Isn’t it said that Rein’s family is just a tenant farmer’s family? Where would they get the money to learn basic swordsmanship?”
“Exactly, and you see George, that boy, he and Rein are best buddies, it doesn’t make sense that Rein would learn swordsmanship under poor conditions, but George, who is better off, didn’t learn.”
The freckled boy beside them, glancing at George who was still clumsily waving a wooden sword, pointed out a critical fact!
In contrast, Rein’s skilled swordsmanship was almost blinding!
The group of pseudo-second-generation kids immediately fell into contemplation.
Could it be that Rein is a swordsmanship prodigy?
Absolutely impossible!
They might be willing to admit that there are geniuses in the world, but that genius definitely could not be the son of a farmer like Rein.
The swordsmanship instructor Humbert had also noticed Rein’s changes, and couldn’t help being greatly surprised in his heart.
For him, who had been teaching child servants in the manor for many years, if Rein had indeed not learned basic swordsmanship before, then Rein’s current level of swordsmanship might not be the highest, but it was definitely the fastest improving one!
At first, when Rein executed those three basic moves, they were stiff and poor, clearly the work of a swordsmanship novice.
But now, he seemed to have been practicing hard for one or two months and had become very adept; could it be that Rein possessed an extremely high comprehension for swordsmanship?
Or was it a natural tacit understanding with the sword?
Humbert decided to observe a bit longer.
After all, some people like to be a little clever.
This had happened before in previous child servant training sessions.
Some child servants deliberately hid the fact that they had learned basic swordsmanship, initially making him very hopeful, but then their progress nearly came to a standstill.
So, the lie was quickly exposed!
Because it’s easy to tell the difference between someone who had learned earlier and someone who truly has talent as time goes on.
Actually, Rein was already being quite restrained, intentionally slowing down the speed and accuracy of his ironwood sword’s chopping; otherwise, it would have been even more dazzling!
While the child servants were undergoing basic swordsmanship training, sons of the low-level nobility and wealthy merchants had also come to the outer fort’s central area to practice swordsmanship.
Leading them was the noble girl with the chestnut-colored ponytail!
As the youngest daughter of the Habsburg Earl, wherever Cleya went, she was the center of attention.
Cleya glanced over and saw the child servants practicing their basic swordsmanship.
She nodded to herself, not bad!
The training of the manor’s child servants was well implemented; Knight Lloyd was really dedicated.
Oh?
After casually glancing at the child servants, Cleya immediately noticed that two or three of them stood out from the rest of the group with their swordsmanship.
First was a freckled boy, who was seriously practicing the three styles of basic swordsmanship, looking capable – he was one of the more remarkable among the child servants.
Second was the tall boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who had the most refined basic swordsmanship of all the child servants, but it seemed to be set in stone, and he made no progress after several practices.
This was most likely someone who had practiced basic swordsmanship beforehand.
He could be skipped over.
The last one was a black-haired, skinny boy who stood at the very edge of the group, currently practicing while dripping with sweat.
Even though his posture seemed far from standard to Cleya, and even the continuity of his force application had some issues, one could tell he was working hard.
What particularly caught Cleya’s eye was that she noticed after several repetitions, his movements visibly became a bit more standard.
This rate of improvement…
Seemed like a promising seedling!
Cleya tilted her head slightly and beckoned to Shadia, the Chief Maid standing beside her, and asked:
“Shadia, who is that, the black-haired boy on the far right?”
“That is Rein, a farmer’s child, his parents are tenants of the manor.”
“And the freckled boy?”
“That’s Leonard, the son of the Beech Hotel owner in Flashgold Town.”
Cleya nodded, not saying anything further.
At that moment, a nobleman who was paying attention to Cleya couldn’t help but speak out: “Lady Cleya, they’re just a bunch of lowly commoners, not worthy of your noble concern.”
“Dennis! These are all subjects of the Habsburg family, not the lowborn you speak of!” Cleya glanced unhappily at the nobleman, retorting.
She had heard that in the New Continent, the commoners of the Eagle Federation were starting to run for parliament, yet many nobles in the ancient empire still believed their nobility was inborn, and that commoners were naturally inferior and ugly.
This kind of bad habit made Cleya feel very helpless!
After being rebuked by Cleya, the noble youth named Dennis clearly had a hint of anger on his face, but he did not dare to make a scene, only enduring in silence.
Meanwhile, a young man dressed in silk clothes behind Dennis looked at Cleya, then at Dennis, seemingly thinking of something amusing, his mouth curving slightly into a smile.