This is summed up in the last few months, and Bart must have had an enmity with me in his previous life......

Compared to Yani, I felt that I was completely masochistic, Bart's appearance surprised me, theoretically I could not have met him, after the surprise I found that he didn't seem to remember what happened before, and he always looked expressionless when he spoke.

Picking up a wooden training sword, "Come! Attack me with what you learned before!"

"Hey!" I wondered, what is the situation, training with the instructor?

"Hurry up!" said Bart with a hint of impatience.

"Oh! offended, instructor!"

I found my usual sword, of course, which was also wooden, and tentatively attacked it.

"Smack!"

After only one round, he was knocked to the ground by the instructor's sword.

"Come again!" Bart said!

"Yes!"

"Smack!" fell to the ground again.

Why? Why? Although you can't use those skills that you can teach with a big beard, you can last a long time when you train against your seniors, so why don't you even ...... a round now?

"Whew!" Bart drew his sword, "Boom!" and threw it in front of me, "Use this!"

I looked at him in amazement, didn't speak, didn't understand what Bart was thinking.

"Pick it up, you have to kill with determination, come again!" was a disdain in Bart's eyes.

Maybe he forgot what I valued so much in my heart! Maybe in his eyes I was just a little ghost who didn't have a so-called thing! No matter what happened?

As my heart changed, so did my heart, from helplessness to anger, complete anger. If someone were there at this time, they would have noticed that my face was almost distorted, and my brain was close to a state of rage!

"Yes, that's it, that's what I want!" Bart didn't notice where I was.

Picked up the sword underground, roared angrily, and rushed forward!

Fall, get up, fall, get up... It's as if the body doesn't feel pain at all.

Bart finally stopped being as relaxed as he had been, and began to dodge my attacks, his face becoming solemn.

Maybe I found that this is not the way to go, at least I can't die at his hands, and my nearly two hours of attack, except for the time of falling, there is no break at all, and if I continue like this, the final result is exhaustion and death.

After Bart dodged my attack again, he chose to give me a touch on the back of the neck!

"Poof!" fell to the ground with a bang!

Seeing that I was unresponsive! Slowly walked up to me and tried my breathing, normal! Bart also breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered, "Monster!"

At lunchtime, I woke up and said, "It hurts, it hurts!" I said, stroking the back of my neck.

"You're awake!"

Surprisingly, at lunchtime, Bart didn't leave and sat next to me.

"Oh!" his brain crashed, and he wanted to remember what had happened.

"Let's have dinner together!" Bart got up and walked out.

"Oh! good!" I was surprised, and I hurried to my feet to catch up with Bart.

Stuffed rice......

"Tell me, I know there's something you're going to ask me?" said Bart as he ate and looked at the sky outside the training room.

"Why did Bart come? Why did you train in that way? Aren't all swordsmen learned by swinging swords?"

"Alas!" said Bart with a long sigh, "I came because of the arrangement of the above. Indeed, swinging a sword is the foundation of a swordsman, but a swordsman cannot be fruitful in swinging a sword without three or five years of practice. ”

Bart paused for a moment and continued: "There are too many things to say now, I can only tell you, your time is running out, do you want to grow up in martial arts in a short time, or do you spend a lot of time practicing sword swinging?"

I'm running out of time? Why? Look at the way Bart looks, he won't say anything if I ask him.

"Of course, it's the fastest and biggest growth in a short period of time!" I replied.

"So, how good is Bart in the Academy?" I said with a wicked smile.

"Let's put it this way, if the instructors of the academy also make a ranking, I will be second!" said Bart after a moment's thought.

"Second, so powerful? The first one must be the chief instructor. "I didn't expect Bart to be so powerful.

"He, it would be nice if he could be in the top ten!" Barth's words were full of disdain.

"Why?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you about this, the academy is actually divided into two factions! He is a nobleman, you know! He came here to gild his resume to increase his resume! And the other faction is a powerful faction that climbs up completely by strength! The current policy of the empire, the nobles are generally unwilling to provoke the powerful faction. Bart explained unhappily.

"Finish eating, go on!" Bart casually set his plate aside, returning to his previous appearance.

"Oh, yes!" Anyway, I seem lucky to have a great teacher now!

Whatever Bart was referring to, I had no reason to spend a lot of time here, the world is so big, and there are so many places I have to go.

In order to prevent me from going on a rampage again, Bart no longer used the wooden sword this time, but changed the method, holding in his hand like a dead branch picked up at random in the woods.

"Come!" Bart just stood casually, gesturing me with one hand to attack.

"Knock~!"

I rushed in with my sword in hand, and before I could get closer, Bart and a stick hit me on the head, and immediately there was a big bag on my head, and it was so painful that I wanted to roll around.

"You're so short, and you're going to make a fuss when you're facing an adult, but you're going to put your sword over your head?" Bart's words were full of jokes.

I, headshot, rolling......

"If you want to be beaten less in the future, use your brain to think about it!" Bart said with his arms folded around his chest.

I don't know how many beatings I took in the afternoon, but I finally stayed up until the end of the training, and at this time, I was like wearing heavy makeup, and my nose and face were swollen from being taken care of by Bart.

"Ten thousand swings of the sword, no rest, no eating!" Bart shook off as he led away.

"What are you kidding? Are you a demon? The old lady made you beat you all day! You still have to practice this!" looked at Bart's distant back, scolded me, raised his middle finger and cursed.

However, scolding and scolding, it is impossible to be vague about the training, pick up the practice sword designated by Bart when he left, and continue training! Think of the sword in his hand as Bart, how many times this is relieved, as for how he finally returned to the dormitory, I forget.