Sword Idiot (2)

The sparring match with Richard, commander of the Second Imperial Knights, had been arranged.

I had already fought plenty of people who were quite strong, even among slaves.

Like Kalben, Edelhied’s magic knight, the Imperial Knights, and Aslan, the former commander of the knights.

None of them were opponents I could afford to dismiss.

But more new strong opponents kept popping up, like some manga with completely busted power scaling.

The Richard standing before me was no different.

In terms of presence alone, he fell short of Aslan.

But Aslan was an old man with more days behind him than ahead of him. Physically, Richard would likely have the edge over him.

One mistake, and I might never be able to write again.

“What weapon would you like to use? A practice sword? A real sword?”...