Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The morning sunlight pierced through the roses on the windowsill, casting dappled light and shadow on the living room carpet.

Dago sat down on the sofa and then took out a silver metal box, about the size of his palm, from his storage ring.

He placed it in front of him, controlled his mental energy to penetrate it, and then skillfully began to crack the rune lock on the box.

This is a mysterious metal box obtained from Jodes. The rune lock on the box requires a formal wizard-level mental power to break.

"Knock knock knock~~~"

A crisp knock broke the long silence in the hotel room, and a girl's voice came from outside the door.

"Lord Dago, your breakfast is here."

Dago withdrew from the work of cracking the rune lock and put the metal box back into his storage ring.

"Please come in."

The doorknob turned, and the owner's freckled daughter quickly pushed the food cart in.

First, lay a clean and tidy tablecloth on the table, set out the cutlery, and then set out today's breakfast.

"Lord Dago, you may begin your meal."

The girl greeted Dago respectfully.

He nodded and sat down at the table.

Today's breakfast is buttered bread with bacon, mushroom soup, and a small plate of mixed fruit.

Dago ate very quickly, and while he was eating, he could clearly feel the freckled girl's eyes staring intently at him.

As he was finishing his meal, he finally couldn't help but say, "This beautiful girl, I'm the type who can't pee when someone's looking at me..."

The freckled girl's face visibly flushed red, and she turned her head away, no longer looking at Dago.

During the interview, Dago asked her many questions. The freckled girl's name was Linda, and she was the only daughter of the owner of the "Rose Hotel".

Her father had always hoped that Linda would marry a legitimate wizard, or even just be his mistress.

Especially young talents like Dago, who constantly encouraged Linda to seize this opportunity of staying at the hotel to attach herself to Dago.

Dago pursed his lips, realizing he was indeed a hot commodity, someone everyone would want to take a bite of upon meeting him.

"Linda."

He suddenly called out the freckled girl's name, which startled Linda.

"Yes, I am here, Lord Dago."

Linda stood frozen in place, her body tense. "Is there anything you need?"

"Everyone has their own life, hobbies, and pursuits... No one should be anyone else's whole life. I'm just an accident in your life. Even without me, you can still live well in places you don't know about."

Dargo put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said.

Linda seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this. Although Dago's words were quite profound, her father's words also made a lot of sense.

Once she finds a legitimate wizard, she will never have to suffer again in this life.

Don't force yourself into circles you can't fit into; you'll only end up hurting yourself.

Dago was speechless and directly shattered Linda's unrealistic fantasy.

Linda's face paled slightly upon hearing Dago's words, but her eyes quickly lit up, and she mustered her courage to say to Dago, "Then can I continue to deliver meals to you every day? I'll cook every dish for you myself."

"Is the strategy of 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach' now popular in this world? Too bad I come from a land of culinary delights, how are you going to win my heart through my stomach?"

Dago thought to himself, speechless.

"Can."

Five minutes later, Linda pushed the food cart out of the room in a great mood.

Dago looked at her with amusement, thinking to himself, "Am I a jerk?"

A short while later, he went out of the room and arrived at the front desk, where he saw Stuart already waiting for him.

Good morning, Lord Dago.

Stuart bowed respectfully to Dago in a wizard's salute.

"Good morning, Stuart."

The two then left the Rose Inn, and Dargo and Stuart said they wanted to go to the local sword dojo to learn some swordsmanship first.

With Stuart as their living map guide, they soon arrived at the entrance of a quaint dojo.

"Basic swordsmanship?"

Upon hearing Dago's request, the middle-aged curator's eyes flickered. After a moment's thought, he replied, "Are you planning to pursue a melee wizard path? That's a rather unpopular style, but it's not impossible to accommodate you."

After paying tuition with a mid-level magic stone, Dago was led to the training ground, where many wooden dummies shimmered with runes stood.

After he changed into light training clothes for swordsmanship, the middle-aged school master taught Dago the basic techniques of swordsmanship.

The first is slashing, which involves cutting the target with a blade. Depending on the direction, it can be divided into: kesa-zaki, a diagonal slash from the left shoulder to the right abdomen; vertical slash; and horizontal slash.

The second is the thrust, which involves a straight stab with the tip of the sword, primarily targeting vital areas such as the opponent's throat and chest, emphasizing speed and precision.

The third is parrying, which uses the blade to block or deflect the opponent's attack. The fourth is counter-attack, a technique for quickly counter-attacking after parrying, emphasizing that defense is also offense, and launching a counter-attack immediately while neutralizing the opponent's attack.

The fifth technique is drawing the sword quickly and attacking simultaneously. The core idea is to use the speed of drawing the sword to launch a surprise attack and defeat the enemy in one move.

It also includes a combination of techniques such as power generation methods, footwork coordination, and breathing techniques.

Although it doesn't involve the extraordinary, if one practices to the highest level, an ordinary person can still kill powerful beings such as monsters, demons, and orcs.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, Dago raised his wooden sword high, took a step forward, poured all his power into the blade, and slashed down with all his might at the runic wooden figure in front of him!

But they couldn't even cut into the skin of the wooden figure.

After observing for a while, the middle-aged curator shook his head repeatedly: Dago's forehand was unsteady, his offhand was weak, his footwork was loose, his joints were stiff, and not a single movement was decent.

The curator took it as just a wizard's whim and turned to leave the training ground.

A system screen flashed in Dago's eyes: [Detectable skill for improvement: Basic Swordsmanship. Choose to improve?]

This was exactly the result he wanted: a long-awaited new skill notification.

Since he became a formal wizard, the system has become increasingly picky about spells, and it can't accept just any spell.

Because with his current mental capacity, he could max out any low-level spell in just one day and directly enter the transformation stage.

Skills like swordsmanship, which are unrelated to mental energy, can be accepted by the system and become skills that can be improved.

Moreover, he has a skill that requires swordsmanship to evolve, which is why he suddenly decided to learn swordsmanship today.

Witchcraft can draw its sword, and even gods cannot withstand it.

However, the progress points in basic swordsmanship were harder to obtain than Dago had imagined; he had to concentrate all his mind to complete five steps in order to gain one point.

It seems that sword training emphasizes the unity of mind, body, and technique, with focus being of paramount importance.

According to the gym owner, you need to rest for a while after every five swings, and stop to relax your muscles after every fifty swings. Swinging a thousand swings within two hours counts as completing one training session.

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

A dozen minutes later, some trainees on the training field could no longer contain their anger and looked at Dago with dissatisfaction. In just a dozen minutes, the trainees heard Dago swing his sword dozens of times without any rest. It was simply reckless.

It's understandable that the trainees on the training field would be angry. It's like in a serious exam room, a freshman suddenly gets the test paper and starts answering without even looking at it.

While writing, he kept saying things like, "Is that all?" and "Surely no one can't do this?"

However, just as some senior cadets were about to warn Dago, he realized he might have been wrong.

Although Dago's movements were still rough and amateurish, he strictly adhered to the requirements of basic swordsmanship in every action. He poured all his mind and strength into each strike, and sweat dripped from his forehead and nose, indicating that he was not practicing haphazardly.

Moreover, compared to the ten minutes or so before, Dago's swordsmanship had improved significantly; his wooden sword could even cut into the skin of the rune wooden figure.