The Apprentice (Second Half)

Author’s Note(AN) :

This is the second post today. Maybe we'll have another chapter tonight. Please note. Thanks to all of you, I was able to push this webnovel up to 11th place in the daily rankings, so I posted this in a hurry. Thank you so much everyoneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Translator’s note(TN): Spirit sword can also be translated as demon/bewitching sword. I did not say anything about another chapter tonight.

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"OOOHHHHHH!"

“ZEAAAHHHHHH!”

The fighting spirits of the men with wooden swords echoed inside the dojo of the Clovis school.

The dojo of the Clovis school has a large enough area to function as a training ground both inside and outside the wooden building, which alone suggests that it is treated specially by the territory lord.

A great warrior sits in the back of the building. A muscular man who must be over sixty years old is the master of the men who are sweating in the dojo.

He has slashed and slashed and kept slashing, and has finally slain even a dragon, which is supposed to be the top species.

That is the "swordsman" Clovis.

Clovis seemed to have been busy the past few days, leaving the dojo to his disciples and visiting the lord's mansion. Rumor has it that he caught a criminal or cut him down, and Clovis’s name is praised sky-high.

(Yikes. He said he's not as good as his master and the other disciple brothers, but I'm sure he's just being modest.)

Clovis is a bit of an enigma. He is often humble, saying that he is not as good as his master and brothers, but since no one knows who they are, most thought it was just his modesty.

But this is true.

Clovis did not reach the level of his disciple brothers and master, and he was inferior to some of the younger apprentices.

But in the eyes of the world, he was the most successful of them all.

"Stay focused."

"Y-yes!"

Clovis scolded the young man, who has turned his attention to something else during training.

Clovis has many students all over the world, able to find those whose concentration is disturbed even when dozens of people are practicing intensely, has excellent teaching and human observation skills, and is able to pass on his techniques properly.

Clovis's ability must be a rare quality, considering that there are his sibling apprentices who have created their own schools independent of their masters, but are having trouble passing on their skills to their successors.

Many thought that the master who raised such a Clovis must be an admirable person...

But you already know the answer. The vagabond and sword saint, Sazaki, is Clovis's master, and he has been busy the past few days dealing with Carl, his new junior brother apprentice, and also those searching of enhancement pills who were struck down by Sazaki.

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That night at the Clovis dojo.

(T-this is bad, very bad…)

The great and veteran warrior Clovis mutters inwardly in the same tone he used when he was a youngster.

"Excuse me. I didn't mean to intrude so suddenly."

"No, no, no! Please don't hesitate to come in."

There is a reason why Clovis, who has never been nervous even when he was working as an instructor of swordsmanship at the royal castle, is so rock stiff. It is the old man and the old woman who are bowing their heads in apology.

(Speaking of master’s good friends, there are only so many in this world!)

Sazaki asked Clovis to prepare some stuffs and entrusted small things to him because he is going on a trip with his good friends. But Clovis knows that this Sazaki, who at first glance appears to be nothing more than a vagabond, belonged to a hero party. That is why, certain titles flashed through Clovis’s mind when Sazaki introduced these two as his good friends.

"Hey, aren’t you showing a very different attitude to me."

"Think about it objectively. Do you think a guy lying in a back alley with a bottle of booze needs to be respected?"

"He should be respected because he understands the principle of drinking."

"That's the way of the alcohol idiot."

(Wowowow. Master is being called an alcohol idiot. Well, it's true.)

When Sazaki made fun of his nervous apprentice Clovis, he was immediately interrupted by Ferad. Clovis, who was shuddered by that fact, was also thinking something rude.

“Nevertheless, I haven't seen you in a while.”

“I know right, it’s been a long while for me too.”

Ferad had stopped his chit-chats, narrowed his eyes and looked fondly at Sazaki's attire.

The clothes from the eastern countries that Sazaki wear is a somewhat unique attire, a raincoat, gauntlet, long johns, leggings, socks and straw sandals.

Compared to when Sazaki and the rests’ were young, although rare in this area, exchanges with the eastern countries are more active now and the eccentric attires of the past that are now considered to be little more than the occasional garments from the east.

The clothes are all specially made, and boast the highest level of protection against both physical and magical attacks. Add to this the spirit sword at his waist, and the value would be worth enough to build a castle.

“Since we are in the dojo after such a long time. Along with nostalgia, how about we go a round?”

(I-I, can witness thaaaaattttttttt? Eh? Is it alright that I’m the only one to witness that?! If the other disciple brothers and sisters know about this, they'll seriously attack me!)

When Sazaki grins and shakes the sword at his waist and looks at Ferad, Clovis involuntarily covers his mouth with his hand and holds back a childish exclamation.

This is a big deal, with the legendary sword saint with, if Clovis’s guess is right, another legendary figure will be fighting each other, and all the people in power from the whole world would kill each other for a seat at the spectator's table.

There is just one problem.

"This whole area will be blown to hell though."

"Well, yes, it would."

"Oh, that's..."

After Ferad’s flabbergasted words, Clovis suddenly calmed down because of the desire to avoid his dojo being blown away. Knowing Sazaki’s unusual sword spacing, Clovis understands that it can realistically happen.

"Alright. Then Clovis, thank you for your help. I'll spend the night at the inn where these guys are staying, so I'll see you in a few years. Take care of that amateur, Carl boy."

"Yes, master."

Sazaki, after taking all the things he had entrusted with Sazaki, entrusts Carl, whom he has been taking care of for the last few years, to Clovis, who has leadership skills. Sazaki would have liked to guide Carl to the end if he could, but considering the time he had left, it would certainly be a half-hearted effort, so he had no choice but to leave it to his trusted apprentice.

"I hope the weather is good for travelling."

“You can actually say something good, huh.”

Clovis finally wished for good weather instead of praying for a safe trip, and Sazaki smirked.

It's a journey that once brought together the hero, saintess, and sword saint.

It is hard to say it’ll be peaceful...

And there is no way anyone can harm the safety of their journey.

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