Path of The Dragonborn

"What..." Seeing Rogers being knocked to the ground again by himself, Heliga rolled his eyes helplessly. The strength of this guy is roughly equivalent to the level of Estir before he became a regular, and he was already a master among his peers. It is a pity that after inheriting all the power of the Dragonborn, even without considering all kinds of messy and peculiar abilities, just speaking of swordsmanship itself, Heliga has already reached a very high level. Although Tamriel’s genre of Swordsmen did not have a corresponding genre in Semuria, it was possible that Rogers just suffered too much from not understanding his opponent.

After all, he himself could easily be seen that he was using court swordsmanship among the imperial nobles.

Of course, spitting out in my heart, Heliga didn't put these words on the lips. It's just ordinary discussions, and it's not a bad word.

"Huh...Hailijia brother...really amazing swordsmanship." Rodkins was knocked to the ground again and again, but he didn't mean to be annoyed. Instead, he was surprised, "What kind of swordsmanship is this? Haven't seen it... it shouldn't be from the Empire."

"The mastery of one-handed swordsmanship is very accurate... but the other hand is not very useful?" The hidden big boss who is far better than Rogers, has always been regarded as a vase, but the real strength is very powerful. Some strange things came out, "What's the matter? Is it deliberately reserved?"

This is a terrible reality. If it is said that with only one hand, the leader of his peers, Rogers, can be beaten to the north, what if both hands are involved in the battle?

"No. Let me answer Senior Rogers' question first... This swordsmanship is a blend of skills I learned from the various masters I met when I traveled across the mainland-although it is very difficult to do so, But fortunately, he got the guidance of his father's close friends, the masters of "Light Swordsmith" and "Sword Fairy"... to have this kind of strange swordsmanship. "Hiligar can't tell the truth, he can only make up a few past reasons that he can say.

"I remember that your family is also a nobleman? You can go out at a young age, your father... Your Excellency is really enlightened. And there are two teachers like that..." Rogers' tone was full of envy and admiration." Hey, I took it... I was convinced."

The improvement brought by the actual combat is greater than the practice of closed doors, and a few excellent leaders can make the path of kendo go smoother. Rodkins understood this truth deeply, so he didn't care too much about his defeat, but rather grandly admitted that his opponent was better than him.

Seeing this scene, Alan's eyes seemed to become a little blank, and he seemed to feel a little thoughtful.

Heliga and the female president of the fencing club, Fletcher, glanced at each other, making people smile imperceptibly. Obviously, this hidden master had already noticed some clues, and she was naturally happy and sent assists.

"Speaking of... I'm sorry, Ellen. I didn't expect you to be a member of the club that stopped participating." Heliga whispered to Ellen, "This must make you very embarrassed, right? I am Shouldn't I give you some compensation?"

"Ah...? Oh, no need." Allen was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "Senior sisters have no problem... it's me..."

"If you want me to say, you don't have any problem." Rogers has recovered at this moment, "Isn't it just being mocked by the guy Patrick during the game? What the guy said is Hain. The eldest master of the family. There is nothing shameless than him."

"Um..." Rogers' words hit Alan's sore spot. The latter said nothing.

"Sure enough..." His words and Allen's reaction made Heliga thoroughly understand the cause and effect of the matter, "So you have to avoid Patrick?"

"Although I thought about the possible situation before." Freida shook her head, "but I didn't expect...hey, it was my negligence to not notice the emotions of the team members..."

"...I don't know what you are struggling with, Alan." After thinking about it, Rodkins showed a serious expression: "But if you were affected by his words after losing to Patrick... Then... No need. Just like what I just said, no matter how much he is an aristocrat who has received various trainings since he was a child... there is absolutely no shortage of guidance from famous teachers and experts from all walks of life. Not so much that you have lost to him, It's better to say that it was lost to him and all the resources that supported him to this step-even the talent needs someone to guide it to be effective."

"Ah..." Allen was startled.

"Yeah... this guy is right. The reason why he didn't care about the defeat just now, to put it plainly is only because he knows that the opponent he faces, compared to himself who grew up in the greenhouse, is truly A little bit honed in the battle, and Heliga also has the guidance of the two most famous warriors in the world-his defeat is a matter of course. His choice is to continue working hard to ensure that he can become a little bit Be stronger... instead of blaming yourself, put extra pressure on yourself."

"Although, there are people in this world who have extraordinary talents... such an insurmountable mountain." Heliga added, of course he didn't mean the self chosen by luck, but the real heaven like Levi Zongzhi, "Compared with such a person, there is indeed a deep sense of powerlessness... But before you do that and meet such an opponent-just put yourself in the loser. It seems a bit uncomfortable to vent his emotions in his position?"

"Um..." The pain and self-blame in Allen's eyes turned into deep thoughts.

He is unspeakable-his low self-esteem is not only because of losing to easily defeating himself, but also because of the simple verbal ridicule of Patrick. It was because of the former childhood sweetheart Brecht who had not seen him for a long time, but met again under the arrangement of coincidence and fate.

The Brecht family is a baron of the empire, but because the head of the family has a hearty personality, he doesn’t care about small issues such as class differences. Therefore, there is no such thing as a daughter Brecht playing with a neighbor’s commoner boy Allen. What opinions. But later for some reasons, the two had to separate. Until they met again in this school, Allen was surprised to find that the ordinary little girl back then has now grown into a true lady of everyone-no matter it is Grades, education or specialty, including appearance-all surprised Allen very much. However, while surprised, there was also a sense of alienation caused by the opponent's excessive excellence.

In addition, the class antagonism within the empire that he felt on the way growing up made his sense of alienation worse. So when Brecht greeted him happily, for some reason, he refused very coldly.

I'm not worthy of her-this kind of thought has been pestering Allen.

Since then, until now.