A young man's slightly gasping shout echoed in a clearing in the forest. In the hazy morning mist, a small figure waved a wooden stick with a rope wrapped around two stones at the tip, and continuously struck a wooden stake with a large bowl and a large bowl standing in the open space from different directions. Although the boy's move looks like a sword move, it looks a little weird with the hammer-like weapon in his hand, and what is even stranger is that although the stump has been hit by the boy with a blunt object, the traces left behind are as if they have been chopped with a sharp weapon.

"Whew~~ It's almost!" the young man said, the beautiful sword pole entered the finishing move, he jumped lightly and jumped over the stump, and then landed, and in an instant, he turned around and slashed the hammer stick in his hand towards the stump, and the stump that had been broken by the boy was broken in two, and the wooden stick in the boy's hand was also broken.

"Not good!" the boy screamed in his heart, looking at the wooden stick that was only half cut in his hand. There was a faint blue light drifting across the cross-section of the stick. It must be the last moment when I just wanted to be handsome, but my attention was slack...... It's a lot of work to maintain the strength of the weapon with its own strength," the boy thought as he picked up the other half of the broken stick and put the two together, and a green light suddenly flashed through the gap between the broken sticks—the sticks were as good as ever. "Father said you weren't allowed to break the stick, so let's fool it around like this," thought the boy, swinging the stick twice and wrapping the stone back on.

"Yes, so Daddy shouldn't be able to see it~" As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to leave. As soon as he took two steps, the boy suddenly shook his whole body, and felt a strange feeling behind him, and he immediately turned around and took a step back at the same time, holding the wooden stick with both hands and making a defensive gesture. At this time, a huge figure carrying the morning glow penetrating through the forest has covered his whole body, the man raised the sword in his hand that was almost as long as the young man's body and cut it down, the young man didn't think much about raising the wooden stick and took a step forward to block the hilt of the big sword, although it was only for a moment, but years of practice made the young man clearly know that his current weapon and strength could not block this blow, and only to try to block the power point of the sword is the best policy. "When!" the sword stick struck with a metal impact, at this time the young man's wooden stick and the big sword touched the place splashed blue light, the young man saw this and thought badly, immediately unloaded the wooden stick with one hand, immediately tilted to the side, at this time the big sword followed the wooden stick and slid down, on the stick body sparked a blue light, and then cut into the ground, half of the sword body before stopping.

Everything happened too fast. The dust raised by the fierce battle cleared, and the boy's hand holding the stick was still trembling slightly from the vibration of force, but he could barely hold the stick. He stared at the huge figure still holding the sword and gasped slightly, "Father, what do you mean, don'......t you usually use sticks!" At this time, the huge figure let go of the hand holding the sword and straightened up, and the originally cold face was suddenly full of smiles, combined with his scarred and bearded face like a bandit leader, the birds that had just fallen and felt safe flew away at once. "Hahaha! Seeing his dearest son practicing so hard, how can a father, as his son's dearest son, bear not to try the results of his practice!" The middle-aged man who was called his father by the boy said in a loud voice while touching the boy's head vigorously.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sword stuck in the ground, turned back and said, "This is the reason why you swung the sword at your son? I remember that your sword accidentally collapsed the dining table at home and was punished by your mother for not eating dinner......" "And-" The young man turned back and pointed at the sword: "Hotaru, are you also there?" Didn't you say that you still wanted to sleep and not come with me when I called you, but I didn't expect that it was actually with my father to plot against me——" The sword inserted in the ground suddenly floated a little pink light, and then a small figure with butterfly-like wings and a glimmer of light flew out of the sword body and landed on the young man's shoulder, with a very aggrieved look and sat there with her legs crossed and did not speak.

"Haha, don't say that, she's worried that you're coming with me. You feel my blow more like a knock than a slash, right? She wrapped the blade in her magic, probably afraid that I would really hurt you, and it seems that even if I use it, she is doing her best to protect you. The middle-aged man said as he pulled out his sword and shook it twice, inserting it back into his waist. "But it's really strange that the elf who is the guardian of the forest is so close to humans, is it really ......" The middle-aged man touched his chin and looked at the boy and the goblin called Hotaru by the boy and thought to himself, but the boy was looking down to talk to Hotaru sitting on his shoulder at this time, and he didn't notice that his father was looking at them with a little worried eyes

"Speaking of which———" the middle-aged man said, took the wooden stick in the young man's hand and looked at it, there was a small gap in the place where the sword collided, and the place where the previous fracture was repaired by the young man now appeared fine cracks, "Just now you said I can't see what it means——?" The middle-aged man squinted at the young man with a wicked smile: "I have explained that if the stick is broken, whether it is recommended for you to study there will be reconsidered...... I even wrote a letter of recommendation last night—"

The young man snatched the stick: "I have kept the agreement, the stick really didn't break, it's all because of the blow you just now that it became like this!"

"Oh my God, you actually played this game with me, I don't remember teaching you that, dear son-" The middle-aged man smiled and spread his hands, "Then it seems that I must defend my father's authority with practical actions!"

"Exactly what I want! It seems that the strongest freshman in the history of the academy is about to appear today!" said the boy, untying off the stone tied to the stick and throwing it away. "Hotaru, use a sword this time!" the boy shouted, and Hotaru flew up from the boy's shoulder and turned into light and entered the stick, at this time, the stick first flashed a green light, and then was surrounded by pink light, and as the light faded, the originally dry stick actually began to grow, and the branches soon grew into a long sword.

"Oh oh! When did you kid actually have such a tacit understanding with the power of the goblin, worthy of being my son! As a father, I am really very pleased! Come on! Old rules! If you can't touch my body within ten moves, practice for another year!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he pulled out the remaining half of the wooden stake that was still half beaten by the boy before he was inserted on the ground, and then picked up the other half of the broken two, and after a green light at the break, it returned to a complete stick, as long as the middle-aged man's sword.