Leon Greyrat: The Second Son - Mushoku Tensei OC

Chapter 78 - The Sword Sanctum

— Eris Greyrat —

According to the Sword God, today, we would be receiving a guest that would also be training me, so annoyingly, I had to stop my set of practice swings to stand in the main dojo and greet them.

I felt antsy, waiting around like this.

I hated it.

I needed to train, to get stronger, to get faster... all so I could get back to that precious place I loved so much.

But if this guest was supposed to train me and help me get stronger, then I guess I could manage waiting around for a second or two.

"I wonder who it is," Nina said from beside me. "It's not often that my father personally meets with someone, and he called both of us here... I guess it's someone pretty important?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. "Does it really matter?"

"Well, I'm just curious," she huffed. "And you need a bath. You smell horrible."

"That's what happens when you work hard," I said. "You should try it sometime."

"You bitch..." she grumbled. "Just because I care about my hygiene doesn't mean I work any less. Jeez... what would you think if your long-lost lover was here?"

That caused me to flinch.

Leon... if he was here...

I leaned down to take a whiff of myself, my nose scrunching at the stench.

Yeah... maybe I could afford to take a bath later.

It... probably wasn't the best to go over a week without one.

"Ah! You're here!" the Sword God said, standing up.

As I had learned during my time here, that man... was strong.

Not Orsted strong, but still strong.

Speed, power, technique... he had everything.

Even if he looked like a common ruffian, he was the person standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

And his way of teaching, while often annoying, worked.

First, he told me to swing.

Nothing more, just to swing, and while doing so, to focus on what I wanted to cut, why I wanted to cut...

And so, for two months, I did nothing but swing.

Swinging my sword, eating, sleeping, and defecating. That was the life of Eris Greyrat for two months.

Eventually, he said I was ready to spar, and so, he then beat the shit out of me.

Unlike with Leon, there were no words exchanged, nor advice given. And unlike with Ruijerd, he only limited himself as to not kill me, giving me no room to trade strikes with him.

But... I could understand.

And because I was able to understand, I could get better.

Even if it was only ended with one strike, I was able to get better each time he won against me.

First, I was put on my ass without knowing a thing, but after a few times, I was able to see his hand move, and then his legs as he prepared to shoot forward, and then his sword...

I still couldn't beat him, and I could barely defend myself against his serious initial blow without getting cut in half... but I had definitely improved.

After that, I was then told to swing with the purpose of emulating his speed, with the only advice given me being to make the sword my own.

I didn't really understand, but with practice, I was improving. And with my few spars with Nina, while I won them all, I was able to put those improvements into practice.