The days of adventure flew by.
In the early morning, the blazing sun rose, and the morning dew slowly evaporated. Crisp insect chirps and birdsong once again rang out through the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, a rare occurrence in the cold winter.
Setting up the pot to cook, packing the tent, wiping down the equipment—in just four days, Renard had become capable of handling every task required for an adventure. If his strength were sufficient, he could roam the forest alone.
After breakfast, the two set out once more for their final destination.
Renard still took the lead, clearing the way. Though he wielded a sharp Enchanted Longsword, the vines were extremely tough and difficult to cut through.
Whenever this happened, Colliver would brutally instruct him. "Find the right point of force. Don't just use brute strength. Are you an idiot? Strike faster. Don't move as slowly as a turtle..."
If Renard's performance still failed to satisfy him, he would take out his own longsword to demonstrate. "You need to concentrate your attack power at one point. Only then will it have killing power."
"Also, pay attention to your sword stance. Your wrist is the pivot point for changing attacks, not your entire arm. Learn to exert force with your waist muscles..."
"Don't extend your arm too far. It makes you vulnerable. While attacking, remember to protect yourself. Don't give me that 'the best defense is offense' nonsense. It's complete bullshit."
Renard listened to the teachings attentively and tried to adjust accordingly.
However, what he imagined in his head and what his hands actually did were two entirely different things. The flexible vines still dispersed most of his strength.
Colliver easily carved out a path, while Renard continued struggling against the vines before him.
Renard wiped the sweat from his