Stamina strengthening schedules, such as morning training ground walks starting with the weather, followed by marches to the training ground outside the castle, hikes, and passing obstacles, continued at the same time during the same month.

Now that the wizards of ward A are strong enough, and their spirit rises, they don't come out very much. Of course, there were always trainees who failed, but there was no major penalty for being judged as doing the best they could.

This basic training process was literally a process for raising basic fitness, and there were no individual training grades other than selecting senior graduates.

However, there is such a thing as a good competition where people gather. Of course, the wizards were naturally trained in magic, and even mercenaries were treated fairly well.

However, there was an invisible competition between the mercenaries, the mercenaries, or the trainees who wanted to raise them as accounting, administrative, and informational talent in the guild unit.

It has been repeated endlessly over the past hundred years, as the entire Terron Empire Mercenary Guild Headquarters has included this process in its full-time mercenary positive curriculum.

It may have been natural for the trainees who didn't have any ointment to attend this training, but who were either affiliated with an existing mercenary group or recommended by those who received recommendations.

Even though it is a basic training process, the name of the mercenary group that graduated first class has been a big topic for a while and its status has increased. Since the quest level has increased and the number has increased, the ranking mercenary organizations have been unable to ignore the trainees in this process, and they've been under pressure and expectations from the senior class since before the trainees came in.

This is because the competition is getting more and more competitive. As the year went on, the quality of senior graduates became better, and they grew up to be well-recognized mercenaries in the mercenary system.

"You might get a stool this time."

"Maybe there will be a senior graduate from the Wizard family."

"Wouldn't that be hard? 222, 228, 231, 303 and 323 were hired by mercenaries, and 251 and 301 and 421 were all recommended by the elders."

"No, it's unlikely, but I think that 123 trainees have shown the speed of progress and the readiness could cause a mutation. In addition to training, you've already been in the lead in fitness."

Harun was one of the subjects of the conversation among the instructors.

His physical development and poisonous attitude for a month were truly amazing. He attracted more attention, especially because he was a weakling, had no affiliation with the Wizard family, had come with recommendations, and was a working trainee.

Harun doesn't care what other people say and how they look at him. No, I couldn't afford it. I still have to work hard and painful at the same time, so I have to bite it every moment.

His training did not end after a day's work. It was only at night that he continued his personal training, but he was happier than he had ever been.

Harun's automatic nourishment system showed that he was able to provide the necessary nutrients and herbal ingredients in a timely manner and showed a weak physical improvement, confirming that he was able to increase his physical ability as he sweated.

Harun's level has already surpassed seven with a month's worth of training. The figure of the stat had already surpassed the average figure of the level by a considerable width. It was all thanks to my unconscious training to live and die without any tricks.

It was thanks to his willingness to take advantage of this opportunity to change the fragile body that had always been complex, to Bell's presence, and to Schultz, who secretly did him a favor.

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Name: Harun

Race: Humans

Job: -

Level: 7

Title: Mercenary Trainer

HP: 340

Mana: 400

Strength: 15 HP: 24

Knowledge: 9 Wisdom: 30

Luck: 19 Agility: 12

Stamina: 16 S.P.: 0

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It was natural for him to develop fearfully even if he wanted to collapse, as well as the strength he didn't have when he thought of the information window that was changing daily. Wisdom stats, especially those that exert great will with stamina, rose the most, and the Stamina stats were also rising at a rapid rate.

It was so hard to just think about it and log out of it because it made my body so cruel. When I came into the room, I simply washed and lay on the bed, and I heard the sound of the trumpet.

Harun couldn't believe he logged out this week and checked the information Bell had collected. The level-up speed he raised in Beyond, notoriously vicious, was on a fairly high axis, considering users who chose private.

Now, a month after Beyond's launch and game time, Bell recognized that Beyond's current official ranking was level 9. He's got a job ahead of him.

His growth was even more encouraging in terms of the stat. According to Bell's organization by consolidating the information posted by users to date, the average statch for the user at level 7 was 70 to 80.

Of course, Beyond's emphasis on reality is expected to be much greater in individual deviation than other games, but his stats still add up to 125, close to 1.5 times.

Every time I level up, my lucky stat is 19. Luck is a stat that does not rise unless it intentionally raises a force or endurance stat, and other stats have the confidence to raise it as much as they want, but there was no regrets. I feel lucky that the lucky stat is rising, and I'm getting lucky with something so trivial.

For example, when you are fed in a restaurant, you might find a large piece of meat in your soup or soup, or when you climb a mountain, you might be lucky enough to avoid small holes where everyone else falls.

Of course, it wasn't just a good thing. There were trainees who were from Wizards, but were jealous of him who participated as a worker and grew spectacularly because he had no training fees.

The trainees who competed for the head of this rider's graduation did not chew on him openly, but the look on Harun's work contained contempt and disdain.

But they were polite. There were some humans with worse qualities. The existence of the so-called Fortune Four who treat the worker as if he were their servant made him test Harun's patience every day.

"Hey, work! Get some water."

During the break, there was an order that was not such an order, even if it was not good enough. Of course, I ignored it publicly, but every time I heard it, my hair felt plumped.

"Ooh, smell! Go away and eat."

It was the same for meals.

Because of them, other trainees were reluctant to eat next to them, and eventually they had to stand and eat in the kitchen.

"Hey, strong worker! Come here and rub your legs."

Harun heard the nonsense as he stood out in the training and attracted the attention of the instructors.

At first, Harun was terribly angry when they started harassing him. But I had to endure it for a few reasons.

"Those fellows are all the offspring of the mercenary guild. If we mess with them, we could get kicked out of here. You hang in there."

"If you fight, you will be expelled for any reason. Maybe they're doing it on purpose."

"Just ignore it. They're rumored to be bad."

The three of them stopped Harun from seizing with drive. Even if they didn't stop him, Harun had to endure to get what he wanted.

"Hey, Harun! Are you adding more?"

"Yeah, I think I've adjusted to the weight already."

"Are you really the Wizard? How can you endure the weight that regular warrior mercenaries suffer?"

"Hehe! Just like that."

It was Nemion who kicked Harun's tongue after breakfast, while preparing for the march, kicking another pouch.

She was the only trainee with him in the old wizard club on average. Although she didn't have a pretty face, she was a spiritual who was popular among the trainees because she was warm and caring.

Spirits are much rarer than wizards. Deep understanding and incomprehensible training were extremely rare for spirits using spirit magic with an infinite degree of freedom compared to magic, as well as exercising the same effect with spirits without the necessary magic spells.

In fact, there wasn't much known about Spirit History in detail. It's because most of them are Elves, and few humans escape the lesser spirits.

"Heh heh! Monster."

"Hehe!"

Harun laughs as if she was mocking the creature.

In fact, I never imagined that I would change until I entered this course in Elser's good faith a month ago. All I could think about was dropping out or dropping out of the process.

But now, with the exception of the iron sword, there are thirty more bags full of it. It weighs over 35 kilograms. Through several experiments, I realized that if I don't do this much, I won't increase my strength or health.

Once I squeezed so hard that I didn't have any strength left in my body, the stat increased. After training, I did not climb the stat if I felt that my body was lighter or easier.

"Anyway, I'm counting on you, so work hard!"

"I see. But today is the day you finally start practicing your sword?" "

"Yes. Hehe! What am I supposed to do if I can't even see the sword?"

Her face turns pale with the sound of the sword as if she were passing by just thinking. Harun did not fall for Harun, though she looked like a weak little girl. I've seen her boom a few times. Of course, Mana was safe because of Mana's restraining bracelet, which also prohibits spiritual power.

"Why did you become a mercenary?"

"It's all because of you. I told you he wasn't my doctor."

Well, her mother was a well-known therapist. A famous first-class mercenary by the name of One-Eyed Calz was her father.

Nemion, the only child between the two, was influenced by Mother, a healer, who tried to become a wizard in nature's mana and as a child, but by chance developed her ability to feel spiritual and feel spiritual on her own.

All she could command was Silf and Salamander, lower spirits of wind and fire. He said that even though he is a lower spirit, he is very friendly and can communicate with very difficult lower spirits.

The power of a lower spirit was one of the most remarkable talents in the mercenary world, as it was attributed to the Wizard of the Two Circles.

The power of her parents, especially her father, Kaltz, almost forced her to come here. According to her, Kaltz was a man with a belief that "a man is not a man, not a mercenary." However, when she was born and raised, the word changed to the creed that 'anyone who is not a mercenary is not a real person.'

"Who are you, anyway? No one knows you, and you're just a warrior mercenary..."

"Hehe, I'll tell you later."

Even though he said that, Harun has been secretly stressed.

It wasn't a normal route from the moment you got here. Particularly, it was the biggest mistake coming into this ward A. The magician and monstrous-like ability-overlooked his gaze and became increasingly conscious.

As they were about to leave the training ground, four trainees blocked the way.

"Hey, Fake 123! Starting today, you're going to pretend like you can't do it for the first time, and then you're going to impress people and show them what I'm capable of?"

It was Philip, who was a military man, after all that nonsense.

"Oh, that can't be right. There's nothing to hide anymore."

She was Latrina, a woman who could secretly turn her mind to words.

"I don't know. That way, you'll get the attention of the instructors."

He had a well-trained body of enormous muscle, but he was a simple, ignorant fool at first sight.

"That's disgusting. How can I look so innocent that I don't know anything?"

It was Shirine, who had a beautiful beauty, a fantastic body with a colorful feel, and a tempting voice with a mixture of screams, but spikes on every horse that came out of her mouth.

They knew each other from the beginning, and now they are the leading actors who lead the opinions of the majority of the trainees. The weaklings, as well as those who do evil things to competitors like Harun.

Harun decided to ignore their words. It's free thinking.

A childish thing that seems to have taken away their attention from Harun in its own way, but they are not even capable (?). It was not worth caring about.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Since I was a child, I stayed with my parents' mercenaries, and Nemion, an old man without a voice, filled his tongue.

"If you're that jealous, you might as well try. Who would believe that it was all a play to get someone's attention?"

"I don't know. He was originally a theater actor."

It was Latrina, a thorny bitch who flinched at Nemion's words and finally said one more word.

Given that she is the daughter of a famous mercenary commander, the mercenary must have made a significant contribution to being a mercenary.

"We hang out with the same things. Why don't you guys go fuck yourselves? Who are these...!"

The four hurriedly left with a slight look on their faces.

Usually she's understanding, warm and caring, but once she gets angry, she completely changes her personality, and so does her father Carltz, Nemion's notoriety (?) were familiar with it.

"Never mind. Let's go. I don't really care."

"By the way, those four shitheads, if they get in my hands, they're going to be harpooned."

Harun takes her running room to the training ground.

The weight was already different from yesterday because it gained two kilograms more. Today's march will not be easy. However, I was always excited when I was ahead of training.

How much longer will the stat go up after this training? Do you think they'll level up?

It was Harun who waited for no training whatsoever because of him.

Harun is still leading the march today.

It's still a long way to lunch. In time, it was four times faster than the first day. He received the attention of the instructors because it was a phenomenal and fast-paced development that was renewed day by day. I still haven't seen him on the front line, but the reason the instructors were watching him was because of his growth speed, which was going up differently every day.

"Well Done, 123 Apprentice. Once you have unpacked your pockets, you may rest."

Unlike the other trainees, Harun said that his eyes softened when he treated him, but he bowed his head and thanked him, and went into the forest as he had always done.

"Phew! Oops. I'm stubborn..."

Schulz kicks his tongue and looks at Harun's disappearing back with warm eyes.

"That's the famous 123 apprentice."

Lenny, the new fierce swordsmanship assistant, walks in looking behind Harun with interesting eyes from today's practice.

You have curious eyes that seem to have heard rumors spreading rapidly among the instructors at the mercenary academy recently.

"Yeah, he's a great guy. I'd like to be a son-in-law if I had a daughter."

Leni, who had never heard Schulz compliment anyone before, became a strange face. It was the best compliment in the mercenary world that a father with a daughter wanted to become a son-in-law.

"That's pretty impressive. I can't believe none of the assistants have arrived yet, but they're already here. Where are you going, by the way?"

"I'm going for a workout."

"Fitness training?"

"Yes, I have good tenacity, and I'm surprised that my development speed isn't human. Though it's possible that he's trained with such venom."

Renny stops, feeling sorry for the time he won't be able to draw again in Schulz's words.

Perhaps one of the poisonous schultz, nicknamed 'Iron Snake', was reminded that the trainee's training might be bitter enough to feel sorry for him as he looked back in time.

"Let's take a look around."

It will take a long time for the trainees to arrive as well as the trainees, so it would be good to see how Harun trains. It's time for Renny to head into the forest.

Shultz, who was thinking about detaining him for a moment, turns around and walks to the place where he can set up a magical doll for his sword training.

Harun's appearance is not easily seen. However, small paths continue through dense forests and shrubs, allowing them to follow in his footsteps.

"Where are we?"

I was even more curious because I had walked for about 10 minutes.

Phew! Phew!

At that moment, Lenny hears a strange sound that doesn't match the forest.

"What kind of training makes that noise?"

As I increased my walking speed in curiosity, Harun finally came into view.

"This is the quarry?"

The quarry was hit just like he thought. It was an abandoned quarry with rocks of all sizes and stones untouched. The Harun he was after was there.

"Uhh! Hiya!"

Harun raises a boulder just like his torso. His training suit, wrapped around a deformed arm compared to his head, swells up like a tear. Your arms will be swollen and your shoulders will burst.

His face distorted as thick drops of sweat rose and gave him strength.

"Take something like that."

There is no weakling who is a mercenary who specializes in using his power and cannot lift rocks of that size. As Lenny turns around, disappointed to see Harun struggling to lift that weight, something comes into his eyes.

"Hey, what's that? '

It was a bag of beads worn on Harun's arms and legs.

'That's why it looks so strange.'

Wrapping his arm, which he thought had developed abnormally, were pockets of iron. At first glance, about thirty pouches completely closed his arms.

"Th-that's it..."

I had nothing to say. You have no idea how hard it is to add that weight to your body whether you carry 30 more kilos or not. Moreover, if you wear a bag that weighs about that much on your arm and not your whole body, it is hard to lift your arm properly.

It was easy for a stranger to think that power comes from the right area, the arm muscle that lifts the object, but it was never. Of course, he knew better than anyone that the arm muscles were also strong, but the important thing was that the lower body and lower back were stable.

However, that monster trainee wore thirty pockets all over his arms to increase the strength of his pure arm. Of course, it can't be that hard.

It was not easy for me to hold a rock that size in that state.

As he looked at it with such surprised eyes, time was flowing endlessly.

After about 20 minutes, Harun's training changed. You use the dragon to lift the rock over your head, then slowly lower it to the bottom before repeating the rooftop.

Harun did not stop, though his thick veins of blood writhed like snakes on his exposed neck and his arm muscles, which were pushing his pockets, burst quickly.

I wonder how many times I've repeated it. This time, you start walking with a rock over your head. The sewing shop was a hard floor to walk on because of the cracked and broken pieces of stone. Walking around with a rock that weighs a ton.

'Th-that's it...'

I couldn't think of anything else. Only I think he's crazy. Is there someone who trains so ignorantly?

Of course, if you walk on an uneven floor with that weight, a terrifying sense of balance is formed, and the center of gravity of the lower body will be stable in any situation, but it was a very dangerous and ignorant exercise.

The next training was lifting a rock the size of a head and receiving it in the air. Harun's chest flutters as he looks at the rocks falling against his head and throwing them back up for a long time.

Lenny takes a long sigh and turns to watch Harun's training. I couldn't think of anything to say.

All the training that he had done before was nothing compared to that, and if he had thrown himself all that time and practiced, he would not have achieved his dream now.

Lenny finally understood why Schulz was looking back at Harun with such complicated eyes.

"But a madman is a madman! '

It was Lenny who left with a groaning in her heart.

"Black is not just a weapon of iron. This is a word for every weapon. It means that a weapon's true power and true will must be empowered by its heart and will."

Lenny pauses, and over the last month's fundamental fitness training, he scans through the trainees ready to train a little.

"Mercenaries are dangerous professions who don't know when and what they will face. Which is why it's more glamorous, of course. Many of you participating in this course have no swordsmanship or ties. So maybe it's a useless process for me."

"……."

"That's right! That's right. If you're at least five circles Madosa, you're absolutely right. But!"

"……."

"You're not five circles Madosa. Once you open your Attack Magic a few times, Mana will be exhausted. Will you just give your neck to the enemy when she's exhausted? Of course not. At least for someone with the title of mercenary, you must possess the poison and vital stamina that will end your enemies with every weapon available at that moment, whether wizards, administrative agents, or intelligence personnel, and know how to use basic weapons."

Lenny's voice has a strange power that provokes the trainees. It was their story, not anyone else's.

"That's why basic sword training is needed. I'm not ashamed of not being able to sword at this moment. Instead, you've been living intensely, learning other fields into the future in your own way. In this course, no one asks you to be high-end. All you need to do is learn how to use the most basic weapon, and most importantly, how to use the most useful sword. Of course, it's okay to live with a lifetime of sword training, but it's personal. I want you to meet the sword with your body, not your head, and talk to the sword with sweat."

The trainees were carrying around a new angle in his words, and they looked at a new amusement park that had never been properly moved.

But the iron sword hasn't arrived yet. Before training, they were given a hard wooden sword.

Lenny, a swordsmith who thought he had some sort of educational atmosphere, shared Joe with his trainees to face a magical doll prepared in advance.

"The basis of swordsmanship is stabbing, vertical cutting, and horizontal cutting. All swordsmanship in the world comes from these three basic skills. Many of you may think swordsmanship has nothing to do with you."

Lenny pauses. After finishing the basic fitness process for the past month, I snuggled into the training ground and looked around at the trainees looking at me with energetic eyes.

"But you will have to fight many battles in the future as mercenaries or as members of mercenaries. Danger is a warning and it does not come. The greatest goal of mercenaries is to survive the enemy and complete the mission. I won't talk about the importance of practicing swordsmanship since they're related to mercenaries. The amount of sweat in this process will be the lifeline that will save your lives in the future. Only these three basic skills will be practiced for a week from today. After each group has seen a demonstration of the assistant, they go to the wooden dummy with their number and practice in the most comfortable position."

'Elzer said he was an assistant swordsman.'

Harun doesn't have time to think about her during his training. I felt sorry for something. In some ways, not only was Harun cruel with scars and muscles, but Harun felt a special feeling for her, even though he didn't look feminine at all. After all, she was the one who taught Harun how to survive in Beyond.

The demonstration of the assistant in front of each group was conducted in great detail.

Although there are only three basic skills that are gripping and three moves that are so simple to forge, like Lenny, he emphasized that the speed of development as a future test will vary depending on how he attaches them to his body.

"Phew, I'm sick of just looking at swords."

"I'm sick of looking at swords. Hee-young, no!"

Gali and Nemion grumbled on either side as they headed towards the human-carved wooden doll. Joe may be different, but so will the mogul in front of him.

In fact, it was more urgent for them to increase their magical and spiritual affinity to break the walls of the three circles than it was for these basic courses. So now I didn't like this training.

"Harun, are you having fun?"

"Yeah, that's more fun than I thought."

Gali grimaces at the sight of Harun smiling with a wooden sword.

"I don't get it. I don't know if you're a swordsman or a warrior, but the guy walking the path of Mana is so excited by a wooden sword..."

"Hehe."

Gali and Nemion, who do not know Harun, will never understand him.

"Perform a thousand stab wounds each. At the moment of stabbing, stop breathing and move accurately without shaking. And you have to hit the red dot on the doll with the right force. If you hit it correctly, the number plate next to it will pass. If it's not a thousand lunches, you'd better give up on the idea of doing it properly."

The trainees were warned by the trainees who were leading each group. A sigh comes from everywhere.

"Damn it, I can't live with what I have to eat."

"I see. I thought I'd feel better now...."

Harun doesn't listen to the complaints of his fellow trainees. At that time, he was focusing on the wooden doll that was already standing in front of him.

The major areas were the middle six of the forehead, the public, the neck, both breasts, and the lower abdomen. There was a red dot on the area with only a coin.

Harun locks his forehead as his first target. You gripped the wooden sword and stopped breathing as the assistant explained.

Wheeeek! Tak!

Failed. I thought I'd stabbed him right, but I guess I didn't stab the red dot right. After that, I tried a few more times, but I failed again and again. I was concentrating, but I started shaking my heart as I kept going off.

"Ahh!"

"Damn it!"

"What's the matter? Isn't this broken?"

Seeing profanity and grumbling from all over, other people seemed to have the same problem.

What the hell is wrong with you? I think the assistant did what she demonstrated earlier.... '

Harun pauses and stares at the wooden doll. A moment later, I heard the assistant speak.

"123 Apprentice, the tip of the sword wiggles. Calm yourself first! The sword must stabilize your lower body."

Harun's eyes widened.

'You just care too much about poking targets.'

I felt like I knew a little bit what he was doing wrong. According to the assistant, the tip of the sword constantly deviates from the critical point because it shifts at the moment it reaches out. Now I had to concentrate before I could see it.

"Phew..."

Inhale and hold. First, I made sure my body was stable. Fingers holding the legs, waist, and wooden sword were slightly trembling. If you stab in this state, you will definitely miss your goal.

Harun stabilized by repeating his breathing instead of attempting to stab. Breathe out comfortably and take a slow inhale. And the moment I took a deep breath into the lower boat and stopped, my shaking body calmed down. I felt confident that I could stab exactly where I wanted to go.

Of course, that moment was brief. Maybe later, but now it's too short a moment to move. But what I felt at that moment was a huge harvest.

Harun focuses his mind on breathing again.

'Okay, I can't shake it anymore.'

As soon as I heard that my body was stable, I looked at the critical point on the forehead of the wooden doll.

It was not easy to momentarily shift the concentration that had been directed inward to the critical point of the wooden doll. Even after several distractions and other trainees stabbed the Federation blade, he was unable to reach out.

But Harun is not in a hurry. It is only a matter of time and effort now that we know how to set foot on that path.

After that, Harun, who stood like a wooden doll with his eyes closed for a long time, suddenly reached out his unmoved shoulder and drew his wooden sword.

Baaak!

With a cheerful sound, the number card flipped backwards. This time it was a success. Harun smiles satisfied by his trembling hands, dropping his wooden sword down. Now I feel like I've found the right path.

- You have mastered Basic Slash.

If it's a basic sword, isn't it a skill?

Harun opens a skill window with a heavy heart. It was a skill window that had never been created by a single skill.

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Basic Slash (Passive): Lv1 (15.00%)/Lv5

It is a basic sword that all users learn in common. By mastering this basic sword to level 5, you can create a new evolutionary sword tailored to the user.

─ ─ ─

If you master a basic sword with its own level of up to 5, you will be able to master a new sword even if it is not a skill book, depending on your efforts. Probably the same basic swordsmanship that other users learn in the training ground.

Harun looks around with a heavy chest.

I don't know how long it's been. You can see that it's been a while since you've heard that you've been successful everywhere.

But it didn't bother me at all. Now he was not competing with others. I only train against myself to get rid of the past times I was powerless against myself.

So even though progress may have been too late, I was satisfied enough.

- Level's up.

-System created.

- Focus stat has been created.

- 1 Fast.

Unlike ever before, time has been so focused that it has forgotten, and its focus has been transferred to another object that it has finally succeeded in precise, unshakeable stabbing that it has created a new stat as well as a level up.

According to what Bell has learned, Beyond greatly increases experience points between levels as they level up. However, it was hard to understand that the stabbing skill was successfully leveled up once without any special physical training.

"Was there a status of attention?" And wasn't Sim Statie just for archers and merchants? '

I felt better when I heard the level was up, but it was also Harun who was having second thoughts.

It's hard to understand Beyond's system. Having a different occupation-specific stat means that the job is not unique, and the advantages of career choice are also eliminated.

'No, you can choose that later. Right now, we just need to focus on the stabbing.'

Once we learned the way, nothing happened after that. At first, of course, I failed a few more times, but as time went on, Harun's stabbing became more elaborate and accurate.

The impact also shortened the time it took to reacquire the wooden sword. In addition to controlling the force exerted on impact, he was able to instantly bend his wrist and absorb some of it.

His license plate gradually rolls back.

In a group close to his group, the trainees led him around and began to wander around Harun. The number of his successes has increased rapidly.

Instructor Lenny smiled gladly at Harun's eyes, focusing on the target, not shaking at the moment of his success, standing by the wooden doll.

He's a natural! I'm instinctively attaching the moment of stabbing to my body. At this rate, you won't even notice if lightning strikes you next to it. Your lower body is as stable as the tests you've been practicing for years with that physical training. '

Harun, who was so focused that he didn't even notice the situation around him, was changing. It was clearly focused on itself, the sword, the wooden puppet, and the stabbing, but now I can feel and see it strangely.

What is it?

It was a fresh and strange sensation, as if watching another self focus on stabbing. It was a strange condition that was really hard to express. He could clearly feel why he did it when the stabbing missed.

But that time soon ended. The assistant smashed his shoulder lightly. Another ritual that disappeared in an instant. Harun thought it was a pity.

"123 Trainee, let's stop and go eat."

"Yes? Ah, a meal!"

Harun nods, looking around the void.

The stabbing was so difficult that almost all of the trainees left their seats and went to the outdoor restaurant.

"That was amazing."

"Yes?"

Harun had no idea what his assistant meant.

"I've never seen anyone show that much concentration and speed of development in my life. You'll be successful enough to be a prosecutor or a warrior."

"Oh, thank you."

The swordsmanship instructors and assistants were the first to see each other today. Having hurried to the restaurant, the first assistant who was not used to it in the last month showed him a friendly smile, and Harun looked at the wooden doll foolishly, who had not fully regained his mind yet.

Is that how it's supposed to be? '

The red dot on the forehead of the wooden doll suddenly fades and is almost invisible. Instead, there was a small hole in the spot that was recognizable at first glance. You see the number plate next to it.

2,930.

How many successes is that? So that's how successful I am? '

I was so focused on stabbing that I had no idea what was going on around me. Harun hopes that it will be the number of times he has succeeded, though he feels that someone handed him the wrong license plate.

In the afternoon there was vertical cutting and horizontal cutting training. Unlike stabbing, it was a harder exercise because it required more durability than the explosive strength of the muscles. The crucial point was the head and sides.

Harun slowly focuses his mind on his breathing.

The existence of the assistant, the existence of the trainees by his side gradually faded out of consciousness, leaving only himself and the wooden puppet in his sight. His wooden sword rises above his head very quietly.

As the sun sets, McCox, the swordsmith who returned all of his trainees to his quarters, returned to the training ground without seeing his best friend Jillian.

Jillian stands beside a trainee like a statue. In detail, he was the famous trainee that Health Aide told me about before breaking into this place.

"Hey, Gillian. I heard he's a monster. Maybe he's not a sword?"

Harun has already become a figure of speech among his assistants. The story spread among his instructors and assistants that he showed tremendous endurance and speed of development during the training process, and that General Schultz, who is rumored to be interested in the rigors of education.

"This guy has already met his target."

"Then why are you doing it?"

McCox didn't understand. It was all you had to do to stop the training. You can't be afraid of this trainee...

"He's not waking up from a state of focus."

"What?"

Jillian looks jealous and sees Harun stab and cut with almost the same trajectory, strength, and speed.

"How did the trainee...?"

"Well, I don't know. Anyway, one moment now is worth tens or hundreds of times more than usual, so I don't think it's time to break that concentration."

McCox looks at Harun with a stupid look on his face. Mechanical and sophisticated movement, as if measured by a ruler. The lower body is fixed to the ground and the center is rigid as if the storm will not shake.

His movements of stabbing, cutting vertically, and slashing horizontally felt only a slight pile, almost perfect. Such a stable and accurate posture could never be that of a beginner's sword.

"They must have mastered swordsmanship before coming here. That's pretty impressive, though."

"No, never. At first, he was just as lost as the other trainees. It's awkward to hold a wooden sword. But I gave him a few words of advice, and at that moment, it was like I was meditating, and I stood there for a while, and then it changed like that."

"Is that even possible?"

McCox couldn't keep his mouth shut. It sounds crazy, but Jillian is not a liar. Then, the beginner holding the sword went up to such heights in just half a day, but he had never heard of or seen such a terrifying ascension.

“Hehe, you must be crazy. I'm gonna die of jealousy. I wish I had a friend like this monster. At first, I was jealous and I hated him, but now I admire him. It's been over six hours. But I can't feel my posture for a second. I heard it's a nasty poison while I was training...... But I can't compare. I've never seen or heard of him. Maybe you do, too. ”

“Really? It's never been released from focus? No way……. ”

Occasionally, I have heard that the Grand Wizards have been focused for days, but I have never heard that the beginners who are training for the first time have been focused this long during the practice of necessarily moving swords.

“No, it's got to be. I've been watching you. Not once. Maybe we're guiding someone to become a legend in the future. ”

Jillian and McCox quickly return and watch Harun's training, forgetting that they have to have dinner before the restaurant door closes.

An unprecedented amount of intense heat began to seep out in the eyes of the two assistants. It was the eyes of the traveler when he found light wandering around the wilderness in the dark.

Harun's training is only over after sunset and darkness. I was sticky because of my sweaty sweaty training uniform, but I couldn't help but feel it. I looked around and saw that the darkness had already begun to spread and the training ground was still.

Did they all go back to their homes? Why did you leave me behind? ’

Harun, who realized that he had only been left alone, was surprised to see the two assistants standing at a distance from him without being moved.

“Uh! What are your assistant doing there? ”

“Hmm, is the training over now? ”

Harun notices that they have remained so far because of his training.

“Yes, sorry. Because of me……. ”

“No, we've learned a lot. ”

“Yes?”

Harun smiled when he saw the faces of the two assistants smiling happily, revealing their white teeth, even though he didn't know it in English. The relief of not knowing how they had been helped, but not relying on him, made him comfortable.

“Now let's go eat. Instructor Lenny specifically asked you to put it in the kitchen so you can go eat it. ”

“Thank you all. ”

He said so, but Harun couldn't go with the two aides. Because there were three people waiting for him.

When you leave the training ground, you see three trainees waiting for Harun by the cart, and the trainers smile bitterly.

“I forgot 123 apprentices are apprentices. I admire your enthusiasm in a difficult situation. ”

“I'm sorry, we have to go first. We'll tell them at the restaurant, so be diligent. ”

“Yes, thank you. ”

Harun grabs the handle of the cart like never before.

Since a few days ago, Harun's request has kept the three of you from pushing the cart back. Now that Harun's strength is strong enough not to, the four of you have urged the road by telling him about your daily life.

It's been a week since my sword training began.

“Before entering this course, there were some apprentices who had mastered basic swordsmanship, and some outstanding apprentices had already mastered it with hard work, perseverance and concentration. Subsequent training will therefore take place in different courses, depending on the individual's skills. ”

According to instructor Lenny, the trainees' eyes suddenly turned to one of the trainees. It was Harun. Everyone knew he was the amazing apprentice Lenny spoke of.

The instructor provided an independent space for trainees who were not interested in or lacking in swordsmanship to continue their training until now, while those who were recognized as having learned some basic swordsmanship.

“In fact, practicing swordsmanship against a magical doll is a higher level of training that is not suitable for this process. However, the rider had a number of trainees who were skilled in swordsmanship, making some changes to the process for their development. Material and mental posture are superior to any rider, as are other trainees. I hope you will continue to practice with this attitude of mind. Clear!”

The trainees felt good when they were complimented by the instructor. Even though it was part of it, he was proud that his riders had the upper training they had never dared to think of before.

Some did not overestimate their abilities or have a strong inferiority towards Harun, but most of them became more cohesive over time.

The fierce competition between mercenary groups led to the arrival of increasingly talented trainees during the basic training process, but this group was very special. Their attitude and sincerity in the course of training moved the instructors to volunteer help, not on Mars.

Instructors, including Lenny, guessed to what extent the quality of the riders had improved. Obviously, when I started training, I was not so different from the other riders, but the atmosphere changed completely with the appearance of one.

It was Harun's being.

There were two reactions among the trainees who watched Harun's Elixir of Development. The trainees from the Wizard of Consent felt proud as wizards because of Harun's existence. One side envy, one side expectation, and the other side the same wizard. They were stimulated by the fact that their posture in training was too weak.

The trainees from non-wizards of East B and C were severely jealous and intensely stimulated by Harun, who showed tremendous advances that he could not believe were from the Wizard. I was caught up in jealousy or self-reflection when I saw Harun running from one day to the next who completely broke my common sense about the wizard.

Once an organization got into the atmosphere, they joined the atmosphere without knowing it, even though they felt disgusted.

Nemi-temperature whining about not liking swords, Gali and Moggle also fell in love with practicing swordsmanship, so we don't have much time to talk these days. Even as the night went on, the training ground in front of the house was filled with swordsmiths.

After finishing a basic sword, Harun began to learn to use it for his situation against the enchanted doll. Once the Magic Cube carved into the doll's chest activates, it attacks the target as if it were a living person.

There were many different types of attacks.

At first, I got hit by the doll's sword and rolled around on the floor. It is difficult to dodge the sword slithering into place, even if you avoid the first attack. If you try to adapt, the sword that changes someday leaves no trace of pain on your body.

I was stunned several times with countless bruises. I didn't have time to stop the sudden attack of the puppet digging in hard, and I didn't know what to dodge or confront.

I wasn't advised by my assistant like before. They were just keeping an eye on the training in case things got dangerous.

For about a week, my whole body changed. If I remove the eyes and soles of my feet, there were no areas that didn't fit. I was able to experience what it was like to be hit again. No matter how much they used dragons, they didn't increase their stamina. There seems to be no escape from five rapid attacks in a row.

I'd rather play tricks like the other trainees, so if not, I can just back off from the power that puppets attack, but Harun fights like a villain.

If it wasn't, instructor Lenny advised him that the struggle with the doll was a process of mastering the sword with the body and the basic sword with the same sword, but Harun was silent.

His eyes were still staring at the doll, and a fiery flame of hellfire rose more and more intensely every day. During his training, his original weakness changed a lot.

It was Harun who decided not to back off, avoid, listen to all the excuses, or comfort himself in the fact that he had retreated.

‘Let's do it my way. ’

The mind realizes in reality that willingness, once negotiated or thrown away by the side road, will deviate from its original path beyond its control, and resolves firmly that it will not live like that in the future.

I have also forgotten the existence of the information window that has played the biggest role in my training. It was Harun who switched all the beeps to silence to ignore it at all.

Unconscious and ignorant training continued day and night. With the exception of the work that must be done for training time and the minimal behavior of eating, chewing and washing, there was a hard time giving up everything.

Whee.

The first time the wooden sword of the doll grazed Harun's neck and missed him was a week of individual training.

It was helpful to be right as instructor Lenny said, but never to take your eyes off the wooden sword's trail. Then Harun's smile fades.

That was the beginning.

As the trajectory of the wooden sword unfolding into the enchanted sword and the tiny fluctuations of the feet and shoulders made before it gradually appeared in the eye, Harun's number of hits decreased sharply. The number of times his sword was stabbed or cut through the gap, avoiding the blade flying from near the area, has increased dramatically. Sharp observation and concentration, which was thought to be the only thing better than others, finally began to show results.

After this week's training, Harun starts digging holes and sharpening his sword as he moves away from the doll's aggression.

A simple sword that has been honest with the doll has evolved. They instinctively started attacking the gaps while avoiding the sword unfolding.

Boom! Boom! Baaak!

Tac! Percussion! Tak!

Peek, Peek, Peek.

Harun's sword, which was moving fast enough for the rest of his vision, suddenly stops.

The sword that has yet to overcome its power trembles. A mysterious light appeared in his sharp, radiant eyes.

The magic doll that had been moving forever suddenly stopped.

“Congratulations. You passed stage one. You're amazing at stabbing a target without stepping on the same sword as the Doll's Sword. ”

It was instructor Lenny's voice. His voice trembles with an unmistakable excitement.

The use of this magic doll is to learn a preset sword. If you can replicate the Magic Doll's Sword in the same way, you will pass.

Of course, it was possible to target the gap with the eyes and skills to pierce the sword as Harun did, but rarely. It was overwhelming just to follow it.

“Phase one?”

“A Phase 1 goal is to remember a sword with five consecutive attacks and have the ability to attack the doll with the same sword. ”

“So there's Stage Two, too? ”

“Of course I do. ”

Harun's eyes flash, which succeeded in Phase 1 and was somewhat out of tune compared to Lenny's expectations.

“Then I will challenge you to Phase 2. ”

Harun said in a decisive tone. I didn't feel any pride in his voice that he passed stage one.

Lenny nods with a satisfied face.

“Then come this way. In case you haven't noticed, I prepared a Magic Doll for Stage 2 swords.You 'll need to defeat the Seven Swords containing the Ten Combat Blades in total. ”

“Is that a sword?”

“Yes, a lesser level of basic swordsmanship learned by mercenaries and knights, but its power and usefulness are powerful swords proven by many. You have at least ten variations per sword, so you need to defeat a total of seventy. ”

The determination to sleep deep begins to boil.

“I need to know each of the seventy swords, so I can pass it just as accurately as that one. By the way, if you pass the 2nd Stage training, you can use the title Prosecutor wherever you go. ”

Harun nods with a determined look on his face. I still wanted to be in Phase 2 before the speculation and passion to burn white with my body and mind cooled down.

He was not satisfied. It was not so much to be rewarded for all the meaningless years.

‘I'm not going to follow. Then you'll be just like everyone else. I'm going my own way! ’

Harun's eyes flutter with blue speculation. His arm begins to tremble with a trembling force.

It's been a month since my sword training began. Harun has gone completely mad with his sword. I haven't logged out in the past hour.

Thanks to that effort and concentration, Harun finally mastered the second phase of his training the night before the month.

Like that of a fish that climbs up with its thick currents, Harun's body must have pierced through the Magic Doll's Sword and stabbed and slashed it several times.

- You have mastered Basic Slash.

- I realized the Sense Sword. You cannot register with a skill because you have not practiced yet. I hope you get more excited.

It was a good note.

A sword that can finally become its own sword skill. Harun smiles satisfactorily with a sweaty face, confirming that he was right, even though he had escaped from the swordsmanship's intentions.

At that moment, Lenny and the instructors heard the sound of a magical doll proclaiming passage and blew a sigh of unknown significance.

Haroon — Chapter 7

Haroon Chapter 7 — Practice

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