My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 59.6
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In fact, while in Tornella, Marguerite had gone toe-to-toe with Belgrief many times. The first few battles were imminent, but in the end, Marguerite always won.
Because of this, Marguerite’s opinion of Belgrief was that he was not weak, but not as strong as she was.
But that’s only for swordsmanship, and Marguerite respects him for his skills as an adventurer.
Angeline flung the hilt of her wooden sword into the air and caught it again.
” He’s just holding back…”
“No way. Aww, stop, stop! There’s no end to talking about this with you!”
Marguerite shook her head in disbelief.
“Angie, you’re such a clod when it comes to Bel.”
“What do you mean ‘clunky’…? I mean, Daddy is strong. Marie fought with him, didn’t she? You should know that.”
“Hmm… Well, that’s true.”
Marguerite nodded. She didn’t think Belgrief could beat her with a sword, but she knew that Belgrief’s overall strength as an adventurer was far greater than hers. Marguerite understood that.
“But that Bel guy, I wonder why he’s so good at it, even though he’s been holed up in Tornella.”
“That’s the great thing about your father… I’m sure it’s his mental strength.”
Marguerite felt that Belgrief was far ahead of her when it came to training in meditation and the handling of magic power from that.
Marguerite twirled the hilt of her broken wooden sword between her fingertips.
“Magic is called [Ki] in the old elven language, you know?”
“… What does that mean?”
“Hmm… My great-uncle says it’s the directional nature of a force. Orientation? Something like that.”
“… I don’t get it.”
“Well, you know? When we put our attention on something, we unconsciously put our energy into it, right? It’s said that energy flows along with that kind of awareness. If you can learn to handle it more consciously, your sword skills will improve as a result.”
“Hmm… That’s true. We’re not wizards, but we can put magic power into our swords, right?”
“That’s what I mean. Meditation is the first discipline to develop a more conscious awareness of the flow of magic. Once you have grasped the flow of magic power, you can swing your sword with it in mind. But I’m not good at doing it consciously because I’ve always been able to do it with my senses… But Bel is good at it, isn’t he? My great-uncle says that mental strength is important.”
“Ahem… That’s my daddy.”
Angeline was just as proud of Belgrief as she was of herself.
In fact, Belgrief’s improvement in his sword skills was due in large part to that. The total amount of magic power he possessed was comparable to others, and there was nothing outstanding about him. However, he was skilled in handling his limited magic power in a good and efficient manner.
Less movement, more efficiency.
Ironically, the loss of his mobility due to physically losing one leg made him more aware of this point.
He could not move the same way as an adventurer with both legs. He had to sharpen his nerves and pay more attention to the way he moved his feet and the tip of his sword. In short, he was unknowingly doing the same kind of training that would help him handle magic better.
When Graham’s teachings made this clear, the direction he should aim for became clear, and he transcended a barrier. The fact that he had been foolishly training for more than twenty years became visible.
Belgrief himself, however, did not analyze it that way.
Angeline stood up abruptly.
“Do you want another round?”
“Hmm… With a sheath.”
Marguerite happily picked up the sword at her waist and whirled it around in its sheath.
The second round was a fierce battle, but it still ended with Angeline’s victory.
It was going to be awhile before Marguerite could win again.
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