Even though the class was over, it wasn't enough that Harold called me to the swordsmanship training ground during personal time—he even started swinging his sword before I was ready.

Anger slowly boiled within me at his shameless behavior, and my thoughts began to focus solely on how I was going to beat this professor standing in front of me.

‘I mustn't block that bastard's sword with my body. Somehow, I need to dodge continuously and move even half a beat faster….’

In a duel between swordsmen, not being able to block a sword with your own was a critical …