The Krono Swordsmanship school aimed to create positive swordsmen.

  It wasn’t a comfortable atmosphere because of the tight and arduous curriculum, but they weren’t always strict.

  Because it wasn’t an army.

  But despite that, today the atmosphere of the trainees was a lot brighter and cheerful.

  It was all thanks to Ahmed’s words in the auditorium.

  “I am giving you a chance to freely swing swords, as long as you don’t overdo it. Don’t keep looking at them and swing them.”


  “And feel it. The power which comes from your body while swinging your sword after 4 months.”


  There was nothing more exciting for those kids who had been banned from touching sticks for 100 days to be allowed to handle swords.

  About 100 trainees moved to the large gym, chatting with their friends, humming or smiling.

  Among them, the one who looked the most excited was Judith.

  Among the trainees, Ilya Lindsay had a different reaction.

  Her eyes had gone a little wide as if she could feel that something was different.

  And then, there was one man who overcame all the others and stepped in front of the boy.

  “Irene Pareira. I am asking you for a duel.”


  Bratt Lloyd, more serious than ever, posed in front of Irene.