"The little man didn't come yesterday, so we're lucky." The fourth-graders sitting in the classroom are whispering. "yes, hey, look, that kid came down from the rooftop." The fourth-grader by the window noticed Marin, and when he saw Marin walking in the direction of the training ground, the fourth-grader said with some envy: "This person is really different from each other, practice a dance, and there are two dance partners, the kid is afraid that he will not be torn apart tomorrow." ”

"Hahaha, this is called the trouble of happiness, we don't understand it." There were fourth-graders laughing.

So everyone laughed heartily.

Someone else shouted at Marin below, "Boy, are you done dancing?" ”

Then they saw Marin below look up, smiled innocently at them, and walked to the training ground.

Then they saw the two little girls sitting in the audience at the training ground, and seemed to be talking and laughing.

Then they turned their heads and saw the teacher pushing the door in: "This afternoon, there will be a temporary extra class, and yesterday's training session will be added to this afternoon, so you can go down, boys." ”

The fourth-graders were silent as they looked at their instructors, then turned their heads sharply to look at the center of the training ground, smiling at Marin in the autumn wind and fallen leaves.

………………

Seeing the fourth-graders look at him again, Marin struggled to make himself smile more innocently.

As long as you have a lot of mouths, you can laugh, don't you see that the fifth-graders who are one level above you don't even dare to put a fart, just last week, so you are itchy and lack of beatings.

"Thank you for your hard work." The senior tutor, who had led his students downstairs, smiled apologetically at Marin.

"No, you're polite, I didn't come to you in time yesterday to help you finish your studies." In the face of the tutor, Marin is well-behaved, just like his evaluation of a good student.

But behind him, which the mentor couldn't see, Marin had already grasped the hilt of the training sword tightly with his left hand: "Now, please ask the mentor to confirm the list." ”

"Just yesterday, you're really a sensible child, and I heard that you learned a new swordsmanship from Monica and them, so come, just like last time, and use your talents to the fullest." The tutor happily encouraged Marin in front of him, completely oblivious to the dark faces of the students behind him.

"Well, your name."

Marin took two steps back, moved his training sword from behind him to his side, and smiled at the fourth-graders and spread his arms.

Guys, are you ready to count your sins?

………………

Lewis Lee Spencer, from the southern village of Fort Carter, was chosen as an apprentice because of his talent for magic and the devout family of believers in the goddess of the harvest.

These years of apprenticeship have changed his destiny and made him eager to get ahead and change the fate of his family.

So, he has always worked hard and once sneered at genius.

What's wrong with genius, if genius doesn't work hard, it's just a waste.

With that in mind, Lewis stayed at the top of the class until one day, when a tiny kid showed up at their training session.

"This is a first-year student who has just cleared up the third year, Marin, and he wants to challenge you, martial arts."

Lewis looked at the child, who had never shed blood and tears in order to reach the top of the extraordinary, and felt for the first time what it means to be cared for.

What a weak child, even if he can get through the third grade, but the third grade is only ten years old at most.

What, he's ten years old too? But he looked ...... He doesn't look like he's 10 years old.

Lewis's heart trembled until Michelangelo was punched by the kid – the kid just punched and Michelangelo flew over the training ground and ended up embedded in the cork wall of the perimeter.

Even if it's a halfling, it's impossible to fly that far! Is that kid a monster?!

It was a nightmare afternoon, and the whole fourth grade was swept by a boy who looked less than ten years old with a pair of fists and two iron legs.

Seventeen were seriously wounded, one hundred and fifty were lightly wounded, and all of them were wounded, not even one who could stand.

"I knew it was going to be the end, so I took Marin to the fifth grade." The young man beside the mentor sighed and took the little devil away.

Every week from that day on, such nightmares repeated.

Lewis doesn't complain, because every time he fights with this child, he is amazed by his skills, and while he is beaten, he can also understand his own shortcomings, although he will be injured, but the church teachers will always heal them, and Lewis sometimes even looks forward to a weekly training battle.

But you can't do it three times a week!

It's going to die! I'm going to be killed! Such a strange power! If he's not careful, he doesn't have the strength to hold it...... I'm sure I'll be killed!

Walking to the training ground with a training sword, one of the students in front of him had been dragged down by the rescue personnel, and he and the other six students went on the field, tried their best, and then were easily knocked down.

They are so weak, so weak that they can't even learn from the beatings.

"Let's go." Mentors speak up.

Lewis immediately raised his training sword, and he walked forward quickly, stabbing a sword first.

Be sure to fight him!

He's small and has short arms, so he's going to have to be pressed! You can't let him round his weapon - once he has rounded his weapon, any blow can be fatal.

The training swords of both sides made a frightening cracking sound in the staggering, and Lewis faced the opponent who gave way to his own thrust, and immediately turned the stab into a slash, since you ran to my right side, then I will slash you horizontally, and I will attack first...... I'll have an advantage!

As he swung his sword, Lewis saw the kid turn around and quickly move past the blade and around his left side in a dance-like motion.

Then a frightening scene occurred, and the longsword that was flattened by the opponent in the rotation slashed at it without any fancy slashes.

It's round!

Taking a step back with his right leg and grasping the training sword with both hands, Lewis burst into his potential, the muscles of his arms exploding in an instant, even bursting his cuffs.

Then the blow came, Lewis held the first second, and the training sword began to deform.

Then in the second of the second, the training sword began to make a dreadful cracking sound.

Then, before Lewis could react, the training sword in his opponent's hand completed a slash, and then slashed into his chest under Lewis's gaze.

The breastplate let out a grief for a split second, and Lewis was directly knocked away by the blow - at the last moment, the murderer in his eyes smiled and turned the sword sideways, slapping the body of the sword against the breastplate armor on his chest.

Lewis heard his voice before he fell unconscious.

"You're an opponent who deserves to be a little serious about me, and you deserve to be commended."

Lewis then crashed into the safety wall behind him and lost consciousness.

Seeing the opponent in front of him flying upside down, Ma Lin threw away the training wooden sword in his hand, which was already unusable, and walked to the side and pulled out a training wooden sword again: "Who is next, mentor." ”

"Uh...... Marlin, did you learn the sword dance? The mentor didn't call his name, but looked at Marin with some complicated expressions.

"Hmm...... Tutor Monica said I've learned a fur. Marin said normally.

“…… He said that you learn a fur, you should learn very well, Tutor Monica rarely praises people, and even rarely affirms people, for an immortal like her, it is already very remarkable that you can learn fur so quickly, child, you are too strong, my students have no hope of beating you, so I hope you can train with them without using sword dance. ”

"Okay." Marin nodded: "So, who is one." ”

"Next up is Karn Chandler, please hurry up."

………………

Old Ferrero emerged from the operating room.

From the beginning, there were screams from the training ground from time to time, and old Ferrero confirmed the time and found that it was far from the time to wait for the afternoon class.

So curiosity drove him out and found out.

Then I saw the fourth-grader being slashed to the ground by a sword.

What are these stupid humans doing, do they just think it's a very pleasant thing to be beaten?

Don't they know that this child is a hybrid of a frost giant, and he gives himself a blessing power of 10, not to mention beating the peak of mortals, and some ladder ten with low strength bonus can be beaten into hanging paintings.

…… Wait a minute, even the halflings are on? Crazy?! Will die...... Ah, looks like this kid has stopped.

Seeing that the halfling man was knocked away by a sword, bounced twice on the ground, and finally rolled to the corner and got up, old Ferrero nodded—this is about the same, it seems that this kid has a good heart, and he is worthy of the child he values.

The old man stood in the hallway, watching the child finish off all the fourth graders one by one.

He also saw girls talking and laughing in the audience.

It's so good, although it's a short-lived species, but you have tasted love early, Marlin, you are already a winner in life.

"It's an apprentice I value." An old voice came from Ferrero Sr., who turned his head and saw Old Hoffman, who was being pushed in a wheelchair by Colin.

"Hoffman, as a short-lived species, you've lived very long." Old Ferrolie sighed.

"Yes, I know I've lived for a long time, that's why I asked Marin to learn a little bit of a craft from you."

"Ha, my craft is a craft, if it weren't for my craft, would you monkeys still have to drink blood and fight for that one in ten thousand opportunities?" After saying that, old Ferrero was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "What angry words do I have to say to you, a dying man." ”

"yes, so you still care about me after all." The old man said with a smile.

"It's a disgusting description...... But then again, how did yesterday's events go through. Old Ferrero asked.

"The superficial problems have been dealt with, but the deeper truth has not yet been unearthed." Old Hoffman shook his head helplessly.

“…… You'd better check this sooner rather than later, knowing that even Gayat is no longer menstruating. Speaking of this, old Ferrero frowned: "Speaking of which, where did this kid die, I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

"He's gone to Pittsburgh in the north." Old Hoffman snorted: "I haven't written to this bad old man for so long." ”

"You're not a beautiful girl, why?" Old Ferrero rolled his eyes.

This old man, with a natural look, really thinks that he is a beautiful girl who is loved by everyone.