28 – Sword of the Stone #3
Gwynn returned to the Opal Black dormitory after his combat training class.
Her expression was hardened, and her Marianne and other students spoke anxiously to her, but Gwynn refused all favors and shut herself in her gymnasium.
And she had been swinging her sword for several hours without eating.
Boom! Puck! Puck! Perpuck!
The sword of the rock is a swordsmanship based on the premise of a counterattack against the opponent’s attack. Of course, you can’t unleash the rock sword against the scarecrow.
So Gwynn was unleashing the stone sword in her head against an imaginary foe.
Until now, Gwynn’s opponent was mainly her teacher, the swordsman Jun Chuck. Because her teacher was the strongest and most familiar person she knew, she naturally came up with her image.
But today was different.
The opponent she recalled in her head today was Instructor Ion.
Puck! Puck! Puck puck!
The imaginary Instructor Ion attacks with an expressionless face.
He can’t read the harbingers of an attack as much as his blunt expression. He doesn’t give a fuss, he doesn’t take a deep breath, and he lands deadly blows between normal breaths.
Bend his knees slightly and put pressure on his toes. Imagine A heavy rock buried deep in the ground. Thinking that the rock has become me, I block Instructor Ion’s attack.
“Kuu!”
Imaginary Instructor Ion kicked her in the side faster than she could defend. The imaginary Gwyn fell into Groggy in shock, and Instructor Ion mercilessly stuck her knee into her empty abdomen.
“Heo Eok… !”
Of course, there was no damage to Gwynn in real life. However, Gwynn unwittingly dropped her sword to the floor. It was because the shock of her being beaten by Ion came back to life.
No. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn’t stop the attack at the time. Instructor Ion’s attacks are much faster than her defense. Even if he succeeded in stance, he would have the power to destroy the unstable defense with the entire guard.
Gwyn grabbed the training sword that fell on the floor again.
He swung the sword non-stop for several hours until it reached the tip of his chin, which was already hidden, and his whole body trembled and his muscles were not intact, but Gwynn swung the sword again.
I thought I would give up if I let go of the sword like this.
Because I hated giving up more than dying.
“That swordsmanship does not suit you.”
‘I don’t know anything… !’
Puck! Puck! Wow! Puck! Puck! Cranky!
“Is there any reason to stick with the stone sword?”
‘You don’t know anything about me… !!’
f*ck! Wow! Kwajik! Kwajik! Clumsy!
Unable to overcome her anger, the scarecrow’s neck was broken by the sword she swung and floated up in the air.
Tengour… His broken neck rolled helplessly across the gymnasium floor.
At that scene, Gwynn’s eyes gradually lost their focus and darkened.
Her eyes were looking at the distant past, not at the gymnasium.
In the land of the East, far away from the Empire, there is a place called the ‘Sanctuary of the Sword’.
And the people living in the holy land of swords were called the ‘sword clan’, and all members of the sword clan were excellent swordsmen.
The Tris family was a branch of the sword clan. To be precise, the ancestor of the Tris family, who was a member of the sword clan, married an imperial citizen in the land of the Empire, gave birth to a child, and started a family, which became the beginning of the Tris family.
The Sword Clan is an exclusive clan. Naturally, they didn’t like it when members of the clan left the Holy Land on their own to raise their families outside.
If Jeong wanted to marry an outsider, he had to bring both his wife and children to the sword sanctuary, but the ancestor of the Triss family wanted to live in the Empire with his family.
After long conflicts and disputes, the Sword Clan gave up on bringing the Tris family to the Holy Land of Swords, but put two conditions.
Teach the rock sword that the ancestor of the Triss family learned by way of one-man battle. It means that you should not leak the skills of the sword clan by teaching anyone swordsmanship.
The other is that the Tris family should maintain the sword family. If, for whatever reason, the successor to the sword of rock disappeared and the Tris family lost their identity as a sword family, the Tris family had to leave the empire and be absorbed into the sword clan.
Gwynn’s father was the head of the Tris family at the time and the only heir to the rock.
Gwyn liked learning the sword from his father. It wasn’t because he liked learning the sword, but because the only time he could spend with his caring but busy father was when he learned the sword.
But happy times are too short.
‘Father, don’t go!’
‘Gwynn. I’m so sorry. Dad you….’
‘No! I don’t want to hear that I’m sorry or that I love you! Don’t say that, just stay by my side! You promised to be with me for my birthday this year! Why do you keep trying to leave? Are you bothered by being with me like that?’
‘It’s not like that. My daughter, I’m sorry daddy. I promise I’ll definitely come back.’
‘My father is a liar! You always talk and don’t keep it! I hate my father the most in the world! If you’re going to do this, don’t come back!’
‘Sorry… sorry… Gwynne.’
It was only later that I heard that my father had left to protect people in the war against the demons.
As a child, Gwynn didn’t really know what war was, but he did know that his father had gone off to do hard work.
He
He thought he should apologize.
When my father comes back, when he comes back, he wants to apologize for having spoken badly. Saying never to come back was just something I said, and saying I hate you the most is a lie. Actually i love you I said it because I loved my father and didn’t want him to leave my side.
I meant to say that.
Three years after the war began, Gwynn’s father returned.
His body was said to have been torn to shreds and only the top of his neck was barely lifted. He was told it was a terrible death, a body so grievous that he couldn’t even show it to his young daughter.
Gwyn always regretted it.
If only he had known it was his last meeting with his father.
I never would have said that.
Without time to mourn the death of their father, the Triss family, who lost their sole successor to the rock, was thrown into chaos.
The sword of the rock is handed down only through one-person lore. Since the successor died without having time to raise a proper successor, the tris family had to be dissolved and absorbed into the sword clan according to the oath made with the sword clan.
It was impossible to break the oath. If I did, I would incur the wrath of the Sword Clan. To the sword clan, the oath is sacred, so if you recklessly break it, you have to pay the price in blood.
Even now, even now, the branch family had different opinions, such as finding a new successor and negotiating with the sword clan. But no suitable solution was found. It was because there was no one in the family who could teach the rock sword in the first place.
I knew then. His father had been under strong pressure from his relatives to give birth to a male heir, but he had always refused to take a new wife because he missed his dead wife very much and feared that her daughter would be hurt. That’s
That he cherished and loved her as his only child.
I found out too late.
At this rate, it seemed clear that the Tris family would disappear sooner or later.
Then Gwynn stepped out.
‘I’ll be the heir.’
‘You? But you… It’s a girl.’
‘Women can’t master the rock sword! Stop talking nonsense!’
‘My father taught me the stone sword. I only learned a little because I didn’t have time, but I still have it all in my head. So, whether you admit it or not, I am already the heir to the rock.’
Her father’s family line did not have to disappear once she walked the path of her sword.
And apart from the family line, Gwynn couldn’t give up the only memento left by his father, the Rock Sword.
From then on, the practice of cutting her bones continued. No one taught her the sword of stone, but she diligently taught herself based on the vague memory of swordsmanship her father had taught her during her lifetime.
Of course, he didn’t teach him the herbivorous food his father taught him, but he remembered his father’s back as he wielded a sword alone at the training ground and learned by following his posture.
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For the first time in her life, Gwynn was grateful that she was a genius. Because thanks to the talent of knowing ten if he teaches one, he managed to restore most of the stone swords without anyone’s help.
But the more I learned, the more I learned.
He knew that he could never master the stone sword.
No matter how much you train your muscles and harden your body, the physical limits of a woman are clear. Even with the same effort, men’s muscles become much stronger, thicker, and harder than women’s. And that was the most important thing about the stone sword.
His relatives looked at Gwynn and said as if they were sorry.
‘Sorry. She has the same talent as me, but she must be a girl.’
‘If I had been born as a man, I would have mastered the stone sword.’
‘Is the Tris family over here? No I don’t know if that kid gives birth to a son.’
Because it’s a woman.
If only she hadn’t been born a woman.
Gwynne was fed up with the fact that he was a woman. No matter how much she trains, her muscles don’t stick together, her body is intact, but her relatives who are expecting a boy she hasn’t yet given birth to, her father’s swordsmanship, her father’s swordsmanship Even herself, who couldn’t make it her own, was tired and disappointed.
She wanted to show off somehow. To her kin, to myself, and to my father who will be watching from heaven.
I can do it too. I will master the rock sword myself and become a proper successor to my father. I wanted to say it so openly.
At the time when self-study was starting to reach its limits, after the war, a man who had learned the sword of rock from the sword clan visited the Triss family.
He gave the reason that he had come to see if the Tris family was keeping their oath, but it turned out that the man had met his father during the war, and his real purpose was to check on his daughter.
I found out later that the man was called the ‘Sword Saint’ by the people of the world.
Gwynn knelt down to the Sword Saint and desperately asked for it.
Please teach me so that I can perfect the Stone Sword.
The swordsman at first rejected her Gwynn’s offer, but she saw what she saw in her and eventually accepted Gwynn as her own disciple.
And now.
Gwynn was here at the Filion Imperial Academy, as ordered by his master.
With only the determination to complete the stone sword.
“Whoa….”
Gwynn grabbed the training sword and stood in front of the new scarecrow.
As expected, he only had a rock sword. No matter what anyone says, I cannot give up this sword. He made up his mind once again and swung his sword at the scarecrow.
Let’s start again from the beginning with this resentment as an opportunity. It’s still lacking, but if you train hard without rest, you’ll definitely get better than you are now.
Gwynn was a genius, but ironically, being a genius, he knew the limits of his talent all too well.
So he made an effort.
Because there is nothing I can do but try.
I wonder if he had no talent at all. It has already risen to the heights that can be reached with so much outstanding talent. Because there is no longer a section that can be climbed with talent.
Because now there is nothing I can do but try.
Gwynn gritted his teeth and swung his sword today.
At that moment, I felt someone else’s presence in the gymnasium with only Gwynn. He could tell right away that someone was approaching because the other person didn’t hide the sound of footsteps at all.
Gwynn took a deep breath and put down his sword. Who the hell are you at this late hour?
“Gwynn Trees.”
Ion was the one who entered the gymnasium.
Gwynn’s shoulders stiffened with tension.
“… Instructor Ion.”
Ion looked at the broken scarecrow and Gwynn, drenched in sweat, and grasped the situation.
“Have you been training up until this time?”
“Yes. Instructor, why did you come to the gymnasium?”
“I came to talk to you.”
Conversation. At those words, Gwynn’s expression frowned slightly.
It must mean giving up the rock sword like in Bona Mana class. I didn’t really want to have a conversation like that.
Gwynn still had ill feelings toward Ion. Since he was an instructor, he showed a respectful attitude, but deep down he felt very uncomfortable with this situation.
So, just as I was about to say something to decline the conversation on the excuse of being late, I saw Ion pulling out a sword from the corner of the gymnasium.
Gwynn suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
“… Instructor? Black suddenly why… ?”
“Get your posture.”
“That… Didn’t you say you were talking?”
Ion answered calmly, aiming at the training sword.
“This is a conversation.”
Gwynn’s mouth opened stupidly.