The Little Hero's Training

Lu Yan and Little Aemeath hugged for a while in the Glimmering Lakeside Lodge, when the Rover suddenly spoke.

"Little Aemeath, let's go, our sword practice isn't over yet."

"Would you like to come and take a look?" the Rover asked Lu Yan.

"Of course." Lu Yan also stood up.

The snow and wind outside the cabin were much lighter than when we first met.

In a sheltered clearing, the Rover, without using any complex Resonance Ability, began demonstrating the most basic swordsmanship to Little Aemeath, wielding a standard-issue sword.

Stand up straight and lower your center of gravity. The sword is not swung by the arm, but by the waist that drives the wrist.

In the middle of the snow, the Rover corrected Little Aemeath's sword-wielding posture.

Compared to the aloof girl who always seemed unapproachable two months ago, the Rover now exudes a gentler charm.

Over the past two months, Little Aemeath's cheerfulness and liveliness have been like a warm current, quietly melting the ice in the heart of this savior.

She would patiently squat down and gently wrap her arms around Little Aemeath's hands as she held the wooden sword, guiding her little by little to feel the angle of force.

"Yes, that's the angle. Keep your eyes fixed on the target, and swing your sword steadily and quickly."

The Rover's voice remained cool and aloof, but her speech had slowed considerably, revealing a hint of indulgent older sisterly affection.

Lu Yan didn't make a sound to disturb them. He was wearing his Black Shores uniform and sat near the steps of the Glimmering Lakeside Lodge, his arms crossed, quietly watching the two figures, one large and one small, in the snow.

His gaze slowly shifted from Aemeath was energetically wielding a small wooden sword and whose pink twin tails swayed with each movement, to the Rover who was demonstrating next to him.

"Watch closely, this is the basic sword technique."

The Rover slowed down his movements so that Little Aemeath could see clearly.

Even a simple, standard-issue dagger becomes as sharp and deadly as a divine weapon in the hands of Rover.

With a slight turn of her wrist, she glided lightly across the snow, without stirring up a single extra snowflake.

The knife traced sharp yet graceful arcs in the air, stabbing, flicking, slashing, and sweeping.

These seemingly simple movements contain a deadly intent honed through countless trials, with almost every move aimed at vital points.

Lu Yan had initially been watching with an appreciative gaze, but gradually, his eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

That's strange.

He was just an ordinary person who painted; the most intense exercise he had ever done in his life was probably running.

He knew absolutely nothing about melee combat.

But at this moment, as he watched the Rover's movements, his mind was filled with an extremely strange sense of familiarity.

Those awakened golden eyes displayed an extraordinary level of insight at this moment.

In Lu Yan's eyes, every movement of the Rover seemed to be broken down into countless slow-motion sequences.

He could even clearly see the contraction of her muscles, the shift of her center of gravity, and the trajectory of the Frequency flowing within her body.

"So that's how you apply force..."

Lu Yan murmured to himself. He straightened up, raised his right hand slightly, and unconsciously mimicked the posture of Rover holding a sword in mid-air.

Following the Rover's rhythm, his wrist flicked lightly in mid-air, his foot gliding forward half a step naturally on the snow, followed by a crisp and clean feint.

Without the slightest awkwardness or the hesitation of a beginner, the movement was exactly the same as the Rover's demonstration, without the slightest difference!

"Whoosh..."

The Rover's dagger suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Her keen senses instantly detected the unusual fluctuations in the air behind her.

She turned around abruptly, a look of shock flashing in her eyes.

The Rover stared blankly at Lu Yan, at his right hand, which was still suspended in mid-air, in a sword-wielding posture.

"You..." She frowned slightly, her eyes becoming very complicated.

Just a moment ago, she actually felt a sword intent belonging to her on Lu Yan's body.

That kind of power generation technique and Frequency resonance is something that no layman can imitate.

What's wrong with me?

Lu Yan felt a little uneasy under her gaze, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand and touched his nose.

"I just thought your move was cool, so I just mimicked it. Isn't that kind of cringeworthy?"

"Just a casual gesture?" The Rover's lips twitched slightly.