Ark Undead

The exceptionally handsome boy finally opened his mouth and said in agreement.

"Indeed. But you should be able to block it, Katie, right?"

Yes, Ansel's gender is male.

Although it's impossible to tell at all.

Ansel looked at the other two male team members beside him and couldn't help but ask.

"Andchel, Steward. If you were to face Melantha's attack, do you have a way to escape?"

Wolper, known as Stewart, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"No."

As a fellow sorcerer, he had also received anti-rush training, but the intensity was nowhere near that of Melantha's. At most, he learned some dodging techniques and corresponding positioning.

The other Sakorta, Andrej, after stroking his chin in thought for a while, also shook his head solemnly.

"Without the help of my comrades, it would have been too difficult for me to escape from such an assault."

They weren't just watching the practice; they were also trying to find their own solutions from their peers' practice.

This was the task assigned to them by their instructor, Dobermann, and they were also subconsciously learning about the characteristics of their companions.

Ding Ding Ding!

The frequent and ear-piercing sounds of swords clashing constantly assaulted the eardrums of those around them.

Melantha's breathing rate continued to increase, while the strength with which she swung her straight sword gradually weakened.

Just now, I was able to occasionally find an opportunity to counterattack Instructor Yato's offensive.

But four minutes had already passed. After four minutes of fast breaks, Melantha's stamina finally gave out.

"stop!"

Yato also noticed that Melantha's condition was declining.

As she shouted for them to stop, she caught Melantha's next thrust, then reached out with her left hand along the blade, grabbed Melantha's wrist, and snatched the blade from her.

"Ha...ha...ha...is it over?"

Melantha was panting heavily, and the purple cat ears on her head drooped down little by little with each breath.

"Phew...yes, it's over."

The demon instructor, known as Nightblade, let out a long sigh of relief, managing to regulate his breathing within an extremely short time. He then returned the stolen straight blade to Melantha.

"Melantha, you've improved very quickly. If it weren't for your physical limitations, you would already be at the level of a full-fledged operator."

Melantha caught the straight blade that Night Blade handed her and put it back into the scabbard at her waist.

Her right hand was almost giving out, but Instructor Nightblade's stamina was still at a considerable level.

This is the gap.

"Thank you... thank you, instructor."

Melantha felt a little dizzy; she was really forcing herself to keep up with Instructor Nightblade's pace.

Yato helped Melantha to sit down beside him, then turned to look at the four people whispering in the corner.

"Katti!"

"Ah! Here!"

The pink-haired girl was still talking with her companions about how to break Melantha's surprise attack when she heard the instructor's voice. Startled, she quickly straightened up and responded to the instructor's call.

"Your turn next!"

Yato gripped the straight sword again with his right hand.

"Yes!"

...

Melanie, dressed in her new clothes, rubbed her wet hair with a towel.

Her arms were still a little sore, and keeping up with Instructor Yato's pace was no easy task.

He truly deserves to be called a master of swordsmanship.

"Xiao Mei!"

Katie cried out and rushed over, grabbing Melantha's arm.

"Huh?"

Melantha was startled. She steadied herself and turned to look at the new friends she had made since arriving on Rhodes Island.

"Hehe, you're getting better and better! You actually lasted so long under Instructor Yato today!"

Katie almost hugged Melantha, shaking Melantha's tired body.

"How about we skip training tonight? Instructor Yato gave us the day off too. Want to go to the cafeteria for a nice meal together?"

Katie seemed to have thought of something, and an expression of enjoyment appeared on her face.

"Andchel said she's baking a cake today too! Ugh... I want to eat it now!"

Melantha hesitated for a moment. She couldn't bear to refuse Katie, but she still had things to do.

"Feel sorry..."

"Huh? Do we have to go for extra practice?"

"Ah."

Melanza nodded, reached out and took Katie's small hand in hers, and said softly.

"Why don't you go first? I'll come over after I finish practicing."

"Ok."

Katie sighed.

"You really need to take care of yourself, don't let yourself get too stressed!"

"Will not."

Melanie smiled and shook her head.

"Do not worry."

Watching her friend leave the locker room, Melanie opened her wardrobe and changed into her second training outfit.

She put the training straight knife that was outside into the wardrobe and took out a slightly scratched straight knife.

Melantha then took out a small badge from deep inside her bag.

The front of the badge features a hand holding a ball of flame, while the back has a line of text that Melantha cannot understand.

She made a frame around the badge with rope and hung it around her neck.

Melanie's next task is something she has been doing every day for the past year.

He brandished a straight sword.

From the initial 100 repetitions, to the later 200, and now to the current 300.

Each increase in dosage reflects Melanie's own standards for herself.

And for each swinging motion, she meticulously compared it to the image in her memory.

The man, shrouded in black robes and armor, demonstrated the movements to her.

Melantha gripped the straight sword she had used when sparring with her teacher, and she focused her mind.

call!

The wind howled as the straight blade slashed downwards, its cold edge seemingly intent on cutting through all the injustices of fate.

Melanza's movements did not deviate in the slightest.

"Can you see me now, teacher?"

written request for leave

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33. Kazimierz Knights Grand Tournament!

In the days that followed, the undead's daily life consisted of this.

Throw firewood.

Teach Maria.

Staring blankly at the campfire.

And then there are the occasional matches where I go out and play.

It has to be said that such a life is quite easy for the immortals.

Since his memories gradually returned, the Undead has remembered many things from the past.

Occasionally, when I stare blankly at the campfire, I can reminisce about the past and then look at the world today for comparison.

The fact that Maria was able to learn miracles left the Undead speechless for a while. He even privately demonstrated another miracle to Maria once.

Miracle (Thunder Spear)

That was a simplified version of the miracles performed by the ancient god, Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder.

While it's very simple for the undead, it seems that Maria still needs more practice.

After several days of effort, Maria could only briefly summon a small patch of lightning in her palm, unable to solidify it and throw it.

Maria surprisingly learned the other miracle the Undead taught her, the Great Regeneration, very quickly.

That afternoon, after the Undead and Maria told her the story of the gods, they demonstrated it to her on the spot.

No matter how Maria uses it, she can only condense a small ball of light in her hand, which is completely disproportionate to the light that can envelop a person in the hands of an undead.