《Villainous Husband》Chapter 17.2
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An hour passed.
"You..."
Raniero's sweet voice immediately flowed into my ear.
"You're such a fool and you have no talent."
Today was a crisis
Raniero, who was teaching the bow at first, got tired of the class in less than thirty minutes, where all he had to do was stop and shoot.
Seeing that, I picked up a wooden dagger from somewhere and threw it. Immediately, changed the subject, and the dagger class began instead... It was a spartan class that started with a fight without any theory or foundation in the slightest...
Yeah, it would be like a preview of how Roberta Jacques could wield a dagger because I followed along without any complaints. Well, I was not in a position to express dissatisfaction.
And now, Raniero was holding the wooden blade close to my neck from behind. His voice was filled with unbearable boredom.
"Did you know that you've already died for the sixty-seventh time?"
He then pushed me lightly.
At that, I stumbled back with an awkward smile.
"Even though I'm not using my right arm, my right leg, and my left thumb, ring finger, and my pinky?"
He continued to speak in a ridiculous way.
"Besides, I've told you all the ways I was going to attack, but I was cutting your neck in the same way the twelfth time?"
It was as he said.
When Raniero freely used both arms and legs, the game was over in 0.1 seconds. He struck my wrist like lightning, dropping his dagger and thrusting his sword towards my neck. I did not even know what happened, and I died like that ten times.
If I die in 0.1 seconds to Raniero, when I meet Roberta Jacques... I would die in 3 seconds, right?
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To be honest, I did not mind since it was the natural providence of a prey that I met Raniero without training that I died in 0.1 seconds. Although he seemed to have been surprised by my weakness. Still, it seemed that he was aware that he was on a non-human level, so Raniero started adding penalties one by one.
At first, he hid his right arm behind his back, then he put his right leg in the air...
Now, even using only two fingers on his left hand.
Remarkably... it did not help me much—
"What should I do?"
Raniero eventually stepped on the ground with both feet after twenty-one minutes.
"You can see it with your eyes and avoid it, right?"
"I, that's..."
I uttered with a little embarrassment.
"...I can't see it."
"Are you now confessing that you have a chronic disease that makes you blind?"
"Hahaha..."
I could not see it because he was too fast. Even if I knew where he would be going, I could not see it.
...I could not even see an afterimage!
I would be dead again when I say, "Huh?"
One strange thing was that Raniero was continuing this nonsensical repetitive labor. Although he grumbled, he did not seem to want to quit.
'It would be better if he said he would not do it anymore because he was tired of this...!'
Raniero gets bored with everything from time to time, so why did it continue until the end at the risk of boredom? I was afraid he would explode like this.
"Why isn't this working? Why can't you see and avoid it?"
Saying that, I then got stabbed by the dagger that came into my side... Thankfully, Raniero stopped before it reached me.
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...Thank you for not hurting me.
Raniero would then say, 'Why are you just standing like that?' 'I could not understand,' 'What the hell are you...?'
As I continued to dig into my loopholes by repeating the same words about twenty times, but after realizing my level, I decided to stop taking classes like that.
I carefully expressed my opinion.
"As expected, a long distance..."
"Where does the confidence that you'll be able to keep your distance from your prey all the time come from?"
That was true, too.
Not knowing what to say, I put my hands together somewhat.
Raniero began to explain one by one, starting with the basics, which he could not have imagined that he would eventually have to explain something while teaching someone. The crossroads and trajectories were most extended and most prominent when the waist was moved. In addition, the shoulders, elbows, and wrists become shorter and smaller in the order of shoulders, elbows, and wrists.
He then gently closed his eyes as if feeling skeptical.
I quickly bowed my head.
"Thank you for teaching me... Thank you, it was a great help."
"What do you mean?"
"Really. This is something I didn't know at all... It'll definitely take time and a diligent effort to broaden my horizons, but I'll do my best."
Gazing down at me, Raniero untied my hair that had been tied up and took a step towards me.
"I look forward to seeing you come out early tomorrow."
It was not a languid or bored voice, but a tone that was slightly irritated.
I watched as his golden hair, which was far more brilliant than the sunlight falling on his head and shoulders, fluttered as he moved away.
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