He didn't dream of saving the world. He only thought about himself. But often, Rudeus felt lost; to be precise, he had no goal.
In his previous life, he'd been an ordinary person—or, in some ways, not even that.
He was a coward. He wasn't great, and he lacked the courage and sense of responsibility to shoulder the heavy burdens placed upon him.
He'd been just the same in his previous life.
Thinking back to his previous life, he could almost see that shut-in again, head bowed as he played on his computer.
He shook off the lingering fantasies in his mind. Even now, when someone told him what he ought to do, he still felt at a loss.
Rudeus gave a bitter smile. "Master Ghislaine, it's not that easy."
Ghislaine nodded and said calmly, "There's no point talking about all that now. Come on, let me see what you can do."
Rudeus's swordsmanship spoke for itself. He hadn't even reached the level of an Intermediate Swordsman, and Ghislaine took him down in just a few moves.
Watching from the side, Roa clicked his tongue in surprise and teased, "Rudeus, looks like Eris is going to stay ahead of you forever."
Rudeus lay on his back on the ground, expressionless and silent.
Sparring was only one part of sword training. Most of the time, they needed to work on their fundamentals.
In that regard, there wasn't much difference from what Paul had taught them.
That was how sword training went. There were only a few basic moves: thrusting straight ahead, slanting upward, chopping vertically, and sweeping back.
Eris and Rudeus kept working on their fundamentals, swinging their swords over and over as Ghislaine instructed. She stood nearby, constantly correcting their posture. Sword swings were undeniably tedious. The main purpose was