An Old Country Bumpkin Receives a Sword

“All right, let's call it a day here.”

“Yes, sir!”

After sparring with Kurni for a while, the sun had climbed high and was beginning to tilt westward, so we called a halt to today's training.

As for our daily routine—or, more specifically, our training hours—we'd kept to the same schedule I'd followed back when I taught swordsmanship in Bidden Village.

The Knights' Order headquarters was basically open at all times, but the main reason was that I didn't want to disrupt my own routine. At my age, it's rough when my sleep schedule gets thrown off.

Get up in the morning, get some exercise, then take it easy in the afternoon.

That rhythm was ingrained in me.

Of course, that wasn't set in stone if something unexpected happened, but it was unlikely I'd be dragged into anything like that anytime soon. The Myui incident had truly been an exception.

“Then I'll go change!”

“Sure, sure. No need to rush.”...