Common Sense of a Warrior Chapter 11

Nyan nyan~

Honestly speaking, for a moment I was at a loss.

Even though they were supposed to be words that were just as I wanted.

Since I felt that I wanted Mellice to practice self-defence arts.

But her eyes spoke, saying that that was not what she desired.

The flames of hatred flickered in her eyes.

That was why I was at a loss.

It was fine for me alone to advance on the bloody path of revenge.

However at the same time, my desire to cultivate this talent swelled up.

And then, before I realized it, I had agreed.

In the beginning, he thought that she would give up easily.

Rather, he even wanted her to do that.

However, she completed the training without letting out a single word of complaint.

And then, without her eyes growing even the least bit dimmer, she simply continued to advance on that path.

Just how many years had passed since she first asked me to train her, up until today, when she participated in this training? ……it’s been 7 years, huh.

During that time, that girl who, as Shurei said, was at the prime of her life for when one would want to play around, simply continued to train without losing interest in it or letting the flames of hatred go out.

……I had ridiculed myself countless times for the contradictory actions.

I knew that I should stop her, and that it would be best to stop the training itself to do that.

Even though I wanted her to voice a complaint, because then I’d have a good excuse to stop the training……is what I thought countless times.

On one hand, I found my daughter’s eyes that continued to look forward without dimming one bit to be loveable.

As well as the figure of her continuing to practice even more than what was assigned to her.

I couldn’t help but anticipate just how strong she would become in the future.

Thus, unnoticed, I stopped trying to stop myself.

And then I taught her sword techniques.

At first, it didn’t resemble swordsmanship at all.

However, it gradually became sharper and faster.

It was amusing how well it went.

She caught up to her older brother who had started training over three years before her, and tried sparring with him.

Eventually, her older brother wasn’t her opponent anymore, and she started to spar with me.

Her height, together with length of her limbs, as well as her speed and power, were completely different.

But, she tried to bite into me.

If her power wasn’t enough……that girl built herself up, compensating for it using technique and her manner of movement.

Eventually, confronting her made me to shiver, causing goosebumps to rise.

It was the same ability I felt during the funeral.

I really wasn’t mistaken, I laughed.

In my eyes, she was unmistakeably a genius.

It wasn’t something like her being able to understand ten when she hears one.

Without being taught, she was could understand ten herself, and if she hears one, she can deepen that one.

That was her talent.