[While delving into the study of magecraft, you also began training in combat.]
[You still chose the sword as your weapon of choice, but keeping in mind the system's thoughtful hint, you didn't forget to practice the spear in your spare time.]
[Unfortunately, in this era, rapid-fire revolving breech-loading firearms have not been developed yet. Otherwise, your swordsmanship would have reached the pinnacle of the Ashina arts.]
"...The Ashina arts is okay. But is this system implying I'm trash?"
"But everyone is randomly shooting magical beams. Who the hell fights in melee combat?"
Pouring the power of shadow magic into the fragile wooden sword in his hand, a seemingly casual strike effortlessly sliced through the skeleton summoned by Morgan, akin to cutting butter.
He was almost immersed in the exhilaration of this battle arts improvement, the combat instincts of an ultimate life form were truly extraordinary. With just a short training session each day, his body quickly grasped the muscle memory formed over years by seasoned soldiers.
Combined with the Mind's Eye honed through his training, if he sensed a weakness in the enemy, the sword of seamless shadows could determine victory or defeat in an instant.
His old man, Vortigern, occasionally joined in for practice.
In such times... it had nothing to do with victory or defeat. Alvin could only say that lasting a few more seconds was considered a win.
Under the torrential Vortigern's swordsmanship, his sword in hand seemed precarious, like a floating duckweed in the rain, about to be overturned in an instant.
But with each new sparring session, the time he could endure would become longer...
[Vortigern does not deliberately urge you to practice combat skill, yet your skills continue to advance rapidly.]
[Three years passed quickly, and in Vortigern's castle gaze, he, who sparing with only thirty percent of his strength, still couldn't break your defense after ten rounds.]
[Dropping the broken wooden sword, you could feel a significant improvement in your combat skill. However, when you looked at Vortigern, you couldn't see any joy in his eyes.]
[Silent, the old man eventually let out a faint sigh.]
["Alvin, in terms of swordsmanship, there's nothing more I can teach you. In the future, explore the path you want to take on your own."]
[Watching Vortigern's figure gradually fade into the night, the vast twilight of this night did not make the old man's departure seem lonely.]
[You had never seen Vortigern so desolate. Why would the great king, carrying the name of rebellion and tyranny, sigh at his son's rapid growth?]
[You realized that the answer behind might be extremely cruel.]
[Even so, this couldn't stop the steps of your practice.]
[You didn't know when the next simulation trigger would be, and opportunities were rare. You would grasp every possibility favoring survival.]
[Disguise, stealth, assassination, counter-surveillance, breath concealment...]
[Rather than a knight, you were becoming more like a rogue assassin in terms of skills.]
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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