After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

"But I haven't received any sword training." Sheen laughed dumbly.

It's really too heavy...

"It's okay. It's a good learner (or else I wouldn't have to suffer so many injuries!)."

Scott instructed Sheen in an instructive tone.

“First, hold the sword with both hands and raise it above your head.

"Then I thought about cutting something in half and swung my sword downwards quickly and accurately - this is the basic movement my father taught me when I first learned sword fighting."

I even taught you the moves, so there's no need for you to pretend anymore, right?

"Hey!"

Sheen did exactly what Scott said, but...

Whoosh——Woo!

Sheen simply couldn't control such a heavy sword, let alone raise it above his head and swing it down.

DUANG!

pat!

As Sheen swung his sword, the snow seemed to glow.

That was Sheen's magical aura.

It can be said that Sheen directly stuck the sword into the snow, and the soft snow around it was "sprayed" out from the ground by this big movement.

Scott's eyes were dull:

No, this guy really...

No sword training at all?? !!

This really... fits my setting for Sheen.

"Oh my god..."

Sheen tried to pull out the sword stuck in the snow, but there was no response after a long time.

It can be seen that Sheen simply smashed the sword in...

"Ah... help me..."

Sheen looked up, and Scott could clearly see that he was shaking uncontrollably.

"How much...weight does this sword weigh?"

(1 pound = 16 ounces = 454 grams)

“About 20 pounds.

"When people with Impes bloodline use it, the weight will be halved." Scott covered his mouth with his hands, trying his best to hide the helplessness on his face.

"Although the weight is halved when you use it, you are swinging the sword with one hand!"

When Sheen heard the number, it felt like the words "20 pounds" hit him on the head.

Sheen wondered why Impes and his son were so good at swordsmanship...

"I almost threw myself out!" Sheen laughed awkwardly.

Scott complained in his heart: I'd better not laugh at him...I couldn't even lift this sword the first time I swung it.

"Maybe I'm used to it. I don't think it's a burden."

Scott hid his hands in his cloak and said disapprovingly,

"And compared to the way I swung the sword the first time, you can at least make the motion of swinging the sword."

"Really?"

Sheen was a little confused.

It seems that if it were anyone else... they might not be able to lift this sword?

Scott couldn't help himself in the end, and chuckled softly with his hands covering his mouth:

"Yes. Now you can hold the sword with both hands and repeat this movement a hundred times. This is the amount of exercise I did in one set when I was trained at the age of 7."

"One hundred times? One set! Seven years old?!"

7 years old? !

Sheen still held the holy sword that he had failed to pull out of the snow in both hands, and asked Scott loudly with a confused look on his face.

This time, Scott really saw the "disbelief" on Sheen's face.

"As expected of a character I wrote, he looks really cute now~"

Yuye is a reserved person in real life, so no matter how excited he is inside, the expression on his face remains calm, as if he is a "cold person".

"What? Is it a lot?" Scott said lightly.

"What do you mean by 'maybe'? That's too much! If you want to tire me to death, just say it directly. There's no need to be so tactful!"

Sheen shouted at Scott. With a body like Sheen's, which was not professional, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand a few swings, right?

Compared to this fragile life, face is not worth mentioning at all.

Scott's eyes were filled with 30% ridicule and 100% mockery:

"(Watching a play) How many times do you think is good?"

The author has begun to tease her characters.

Sheen (the reader)'s eyes were filled with dullness:

"Ten times...Isn't it because you stared at me expressionlessly? Is this too little?"

"Twenty times... not... thirty times?" (Sheen)

It's almost time for teasing.

"Why don't you think about how to pull out this sword first?"

Scott pointed at the holy sword that Sheen had stuck into the ground and suggested with half his eyes open.

"Ah, it seems that this matter is indeed important." Sheen held the sword blade with both hands and tried to pull it up.

Judging from Sheen’s expression, he really tried hard.

Scott was a little speechless:

Oh my god, what was I thinking...

“It was clear that Haines really ignored him.

He really came to me out of desperation and showed his abilities in a special way.”

Although he has not received any professional martial arts training, he is a man with strong business capabilities.

Scott is well aware of this:

"This kid is smart. He even knows how to save himself."

Scott thought to himself.

As for Sheen, he is still thinking about pulling out the sword!

Scott lowered his head slightly and smiled as he watched Sheen trying hard:

"Well, he is still a persistent person..."

Unfortunately, the problem was that the game was a little too deep, and Sheen had to ask Scott for help in the end:

"Uh uh uh...

"It seems like it really can't be pulled out."

Sheen looked at Scott with embarrassment, hoping to be rescued by him.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Scott took a few steps forward with some reluctance and drew out the holy sword easily.

Wow...

"Ok?"

Scott subconsciously looked at the place where Sheen swung the sword.

"What's wrong?" Sheen stood nearby, adjusting his cloak, confused.

"It's okay. I mean the sword is okay."

Scott smiled, wiped the sword with a handkerchief specially used for wiping sword blades, and then put the sword at his waist.

By the way, he stepped a few steps towards the hole and filled the hole with snow.

Gululu...

"Who's hungry?" Scott was a little confused.

"I..."

Sheen raised his hand embarrassedly.

"I didn't eat much for breakfast and came out. I plan to eat more for lunch..."

Because I heard that the food for lunch today will be delicious, so...

"Uh hehe,"

Scott stared at Sheen with an expression of watching a play.

"Okay, let's go inside and have some ginger milk before lunch."

The two of them walked towards the Duke's Palace together.

"Will there be other snacks?" (Sheen)

"If you eat too much before lunch, do you still have to eat lunch?" (Scott)

"Of course I have to eat lunch. I know my stomach very well!" (Sheen)

Sheen didn't know it, but he had just swung his sword through the large crack in the marble floor that the snow had created.

...

Because the two were so engrossed in playing outside, the little English kids didn't even wait for them and finished their pre-meal warm winter drinks.

They didn't plan to call the two back:

In Impes, people respect each other's freedom of individual play.

So, when the two came in from outside, a tall, beautiful woman with a gentle temperament and elegance was standing in the hall.

A gentle voice came into their ears:

"I say, you two, are you getting a little too into the fun?"