Hermione immediately turned and glared at Trillian, saying fiercely, "You want my ass! You don't want it!"
"Why... Young Master teaches well, so you can learn faster. Hermione is too domineering." Trillian pouted.
"There's no why!" Hermione pulled her towards the kendo path. "Learning the basics seriously is the most important thing. Just follow Windsor and learn the basics honestly, and stop thinking about those crooked methods."
"Alright, alright, let's learn the basics..." Seeing Hermione's possessive attitude towards her food, Trillian knew there was no hope and had no choice but to compromise.
Draco found a stool and sat down, resting his elbows on the armrests and propping his chin up. His gaze lingered on the fencing, a contented smile playing on his lips. Watching three beautiful women with distinct styles practice fencing was indeed a delightful experience.
Hermione's meticulousness is ingrained in her bones; every step she takes, every arm she extends, strives to precisely replicate Windsor's movements.
In contrast, Trillian seemed to have an excess of energy, learned quickly, but was also unconventional. As soon as Windsor demonstrated a standard forward thrust, she improvised on her own.
Windsor, on the other hand, presents a completely different scene. Because of its relatively professional nature, her demonstrations are filled with precise beauty.
Three women, three completely different kinds of beauty. Of course, Draco saw Hermione and Trillian more often, as both were more beautiful than Windsor and had boyfriends, so he couldn't look at them too much.
The crisp sound of metal swords clashing, the scraping of footsteps on the floor, and their earnest and serious instructions and responses created a peculiar background melody.
Especially seeing Hermione's lower lip slightly clenched in focus, hmm, it seems that occasional physical activity isn't so bad.
At least... the view is excellent.
Draco comfortably shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, looking completely relaxed and enjoying the Fawley.
After instructing Hermione on the last set of basic thrusting movements, Windsor withdrew her hand from Hermione's wrist, allowing Hermione and Trillian to practice on their own, refining their techniques by practicing in pairs.
Having finished her explanation, Windsor turned and walked straight towards Draco, who had been watching from the side. Trillian immediately stopped practicing her swordplay and fixed her gaze on Windsor's slender back.
He then leaned close to Hermione's ear and whispered:
Hermione, aren't you afraid of her?
Hermione toyed with her light practice sword, her fingers tracing the cool blade, and casually replied, "What's there to be afraid of? She herself said before that she has a boyfriend."
"What if she's lying to you?" Trillian blinked. "Love makes people blind, and it makes them cunning!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm in charge at home," Hermione said nonchalantly, her tone full of the composure and domineering presence of an empress.
Upon hearing this, Trillian's thoughts surged:
Just as the young master said.
The biggest hurdle to overcome is Hermione.
Whoever harbors such thoughts must ultimately obtain Hermione's consent; otherwise, all efforts will be in vain.
"What if she dumps her boyfriend and sets her sights on the young master? Aren't you worried at all?" Trillian continued to stir things up.
Hearing this, Hermione chuckled. "Then there's even less reason to be afraid. A fickle person isn't worth mentioning."
"That makes sense!" Trillian nodded in agreement. "Young Master likes someone like Hermione!" These words struck a chord with Hermione, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"Alright, stop joking around," Hermione said.
She wouldn't lose her mind because of sweet words.
Unable to continue her "mischief," Trillian picked up her practice sword, stretched her wrists and ankles, and looked at Hermione provocatively, saying, "Shall we spar a bit?"
"What, you think you can bully me just because you have top-notch physical abilities as a thief?" Hermione's lips curled into a smile.
"Hehe, good physical fitness is also part of strength! What? Afraid to take the challenge? You don't already know you can't beat me, do you?" Trillian taunted.
Since it was just for fun anyway, and Hermione didn't think she would lose, she stepped onto the empty kendo path first, straightened her grip on her sword, and declared, "Who says I'm afraid? Bring it on!"
Hermione, don't cry if you lose later!
"It's not certain who will win or lose yet." Hermione's competitive spirit was ignited. "Come on, let me see your 'strength'."
The two stood facing each other, each putting on simple face shields, holding swords, bowing, and assuming a fighting stance. Although their movements were still a bit clumsy, their stances were quite convincing!
At this moment, Windsor had already walked up to Draco. She sat down on the chair next to him, wiped her sweat with a towel, and looked at Draco with eyes full of curiosity and admiration, asking:
"How long have you been learning fencing? Not only are your movements precise, but your explosive power is also so strong. Your foundation is incredibly solid."
"Didn't I say? Just now," Draco said helplessly.
"How is that possible?" Windsor immediately shook her head. "Fencing is a sport that demands a high level of skill. Every detail of thrusting, blocking, and dodging requires years of practice. How could someone become so proficient after just learning? Don't tease me."
"Well, actually I am—" Draco deliberately drew out his words, revealing them under Windsor's expectant gaze,
"Innate Fencing Saint Body!"
Windsor was momentarily speechless. Perhaps the other party was unwilling to reveal the answer, so she didn't press further, but her curiosity only intensified.
She adjusted her posture and said very sincerely:
"Could you please teach me swordsmanship?"
Another person who doesn't believe the truth. Draco shook his head inwardly. Sometimes, telling the truth is the hardest thing to do to make people believe you.
He chuckled inwardly, feeling helpless, but ultimately didn't refuse. He stood up, picked up the practice sword from the side, and prepared to give instructions.
Teaching such relatively specialized students naturally doesn't involve starting from scratch like you would with Hermione and Trillian. "Your foundation is very solid; your strength, speed, and reaction time are all excellent."
Draco first affirmed it, then changed the subject...
"But being too standard isn't good either. Every movement you make is an attempt to perfectly replicate the moves you've learned, pursuing 'correctness' rather than 'effectiveness' and 'adaptability'."
Windsor's expression hardened, and she listened intently.
"Watch my feet." Draco moved his feet, his steps neither big nor fast, but with each movement, his center of gravity was terrifyingly stable, and the landing point was always just right, exactly at the distance that Windsor felt she could attack, but was always just a little bit short.
"Footwork is not about moving for the sake of moving, but about controlling distance, creating opportunities, and disrupting the opponent's rhythm."
"Look at my hands." Draco's wrist was incredibly flexible; the tip of his sword traced unpredictable, small trajectories in the air with the slightest flick of his wrist. "Don't always try to use your whole arm to generate power. The subtle control of your wrist and fingers is often more lethal than a powerful swing. Feints aren't for show; they're to mislead your opponent's muscles."