On the Ark.

Lin Ye was caught off guard by Ya Dao's sudden change in attitude, but after he came to his senses, he seemed to understand the meaning behind Ya Dao's words. So he took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I really want to learn swordsmanship."

"Yeah."

Don't you believe me?

“No, I believe you,” Nightblade said. “We ghosts can easily see through people’s hearts. Your resolve may not be the best, but it’s at least adequate.”

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt that something was not quite right.

Yato claims to be... a vengeful spirit?

“Of course, before you make your final decision, I must remind you,” Yato asked, “Do you know what the most important quality of a warrior is?”

"I know." Lin Ye nodded seriously. "It's about hard work."

“No,” Yato shook his head, “it’s talent.”

"...Huh?" Lin Ye thought he had misheard.

“It’s talent,” Yato repeated. “This talent includes your personal talent, as well as the talent you inherit from your race. As for effort… I admit that effort is also a very important point, but in many areas, especially in swordsmanship, effort can change very little, like myself. I’ve always believed that even if I’m not the most hardworking person on Rhodes Island, I’m one of the hardest working, and I have combat experience that no other operator has, but…” Yato’s voice lowered, “but I’m still not as good as many, many people. Just in terms of swordsmanship alone, I know very well that even if I work hard for another hundred years, there are some people that I absolutely cannot catch up to. Do you understand?”

Lin Ye didn't know how to answer Yato. Yato's views contradicted the educational principles he had received in his previous life.

He grew up hearing his parents say, "Three parts destiny, seven parts hard work," but according to Yato, no matter how hard you try, the remaining ninety points are irrelevant to you.

“I’m not saying this to discourage you,” Yato said. “I just want to tell you before you decide to pick up a sword that many things can’t be changed by effort alone. Even if you learn all the sword techniques from me, you’ll still find that there are far too many things in this world that you can’t do. So even so, do you still want to learn swordsmanship from me?”

Lin Ye looked at the sword that Night Blade had handed him. Although he hadn't tried it yet, he already felt that it was no light sword.

However, after a brief hesitation, he still took the sword.

Sure enough, it felt quite heavy when I held it.

"Have you decided?" Yato asked.

"Yeah. I know that even if I master swordsmanship, there will still be many things I can't do." Lin Ye scratched his head. "But at least I should be able to do some things I can do, right?"

After saying that, Lin Ye felt that his words seemed a bit convoluted and pretentious, which gave him goosebumps, so he changed his words.

"Hey, actually I didn't think that much. My thought is very simple: if I encounter the same accident as last night again, I hope that instead of just being chased by idiots, I can turn around and kill those idiots who want me dead. That's it."

“…Is that so?” Yato was slightly surprised by Lin Ye’s answer, but she smiled. “Since you’ve made up your mind.” Yato unsheathed her sword and handed it to Lin Ye. “This sword is for you.”

"Uh, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Yato said calmly. “Training with me is tough. If you decide to give up, you can just give it back to me.”

Having said that, Lin Ye had no choice but to take the sword sheath as well.

"It seems you have no chance of getting this sword back," Lin Ye said with a smile.

"I hope so." Yato entered the elevator.

Lin Ye watched the elevator descend, then gripped the sword in his hand.

Starting today, even veterinarians will learn to fight!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Lin Ye's Swordsmanship

When Lin Ye returned to his dormitory with the sword that Ye Dao had given him, he was still a little excited.

After all, every boy has a yearning for swords and other cold weapons during his youth, and as a child, he could easily spend half a day wielding a random twig. As he grows up and leaves behind his teenage years, he gradually distances himself from these things. The regulation of such weapons in modern society is one reason, but a more important reason is that those boys have grown up and know very little about what cold weapons can actually do. No matter how cool they are, they are ultimately things that are about to be eliminated by the times, existing only in the past and in movies and TV shows.

However, in the world of Terra, melee weapons remain the mainstream. Terra's technology tree is completely different from that of the real world; guns and cannons are extremely rare, far from being widely available, which is certainly one reason. But a more important reason is that, due to the development of Originium Arts, magic flourishes in this era, and even melee weapons like swords have endured thanks to the enhancement of various arts.

Therefore, swords are definitely not obsolete or merely decorative items in this world; they are real weapons—weapons that can be held in the hand for self-defense and wielded to injure others.

Of course, the most important thing is that he's handsome.

Moreover, the design of the sword that Yato gave Lin Ye was indeed quite impressive. It was made of pure black metal, with a light blue edge on the blade, giving it a very futuristic look.

Holding such a sword, Lin Ye felt his inner chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) burning brightly.

He raised his sword and swung it.

"Ada!" (The voiceover is included.)

He raised his sword and swept it horizontally.

"Holy crap!" I twisted my ankle.

Get into position, then thrust, sweep, slash, and sheathe the sword in one fluid motion.

"The enemy is shameful, I'll go and strip him naked!"

His words, delivered with an air of grandeur, carried a hint of confidence and sarcasm. At that moment, Lin Ye felt like an invincible general, with the corpses of thousands of enemy soldiers beneath his feet.

"Heh, so easily defeated." Lin Ye chuckled and shook his head, turning to return to his room. "I really am..."

Then he saw Nightingale squatting at the door of the room, looking up at him.

His smile froze.

"Pineapple bun," Nightingale asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin Ye slowly covered his face: "I didn't do anything."

"What did you just say? I don't understand."

"He didn't say anything."

"Whose clothes do you want to take off..."

"You misheard me." Lin Ye felt his face burning up. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my room."

Lin Ye looked up at the room number.

Sure enough, I was so engrossed in role-playing that I went into the wrong room.

Lin Ye wished he could dig a hole and bury himself right there; this was just too embarrassing. Luckily, Nightingale probably wouldn't understand what he was doing.

After a few breaths, Lin Ye's shame subsided somewhat. He looked at Nightingale, who had stood up, and asked, "Why were you standing at the door?"

The nightingale said, "Because my room is occupied by Yili milk."

Yili milk... what the heck is that?

It took Lin Ye a few seconds to realize that Nightingale was referring to Ifrit. Sure enough, this silly devil never remembered other people's names.

“Her name is Ifrit,” Lin Ye sighed. “At least we’re from the same place and of the same race, so it’s better to remember her name.”

Nightingale nodded: "I've got it."

"Ah."

"But why is she occupying my room?"

Lin Ye thought for a moment: "Because her house exploded."

Yes, Ifrit's floor has been destroyed by W, which is why she is temporarily living with Nightingale.

“How pitiful,” said the nightingale.

"Yes."

"Then could you help me get rid of her?"

Lin Ye: "..."

Is he truly a demon?

Lin Ye sighed, "Alright, I'll go in and talk to them for you. Anyway, there are plenty of empty rooms on this floor."

The nightingale nodded.

Just as Lin Ye was about to open the door and go in, Nightingale noticed his sword and said, "Pineapple Bun."

"Ok?"

"Your sword is beautiful."

"Really?" Lin Ye smiled. "This was a gift from Night Blade."

Who is Yato?

"Uh, never mind."

"But what you just did..."

"Stop talking, please just forget about it!"

Nightingale said "Oh," and added, "I'll forget about it as long as you help me get rid of the Yili milk."

Lin Ye looked at Nightingale with a strange expression.

Why does it feel like this silly devil's IQ has suddenly increased a lot?

Pushing open the door, Lin Ye immediately saw Ifrit lying on the bed playing music on her phone.

Just as Lin Ye was about to speak, Nightingale spoke first: "Yili Milk, this person has something to say to you."

Ifrit instantly bristled and jumped out of bed: "Who are you calling Yili Milk?!"

Lin Ye immediately felt the temperature in the room rise significantly, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, Ifrit, Ifrit. Nightingale is joking, isn't she?"

Nightingale looked at Lin Ye with some confusion: "But you just told me her name is Yili Milk."

"It's you again!" Flames erupted from Ifrit's palm. "Are you deliberately making fun of me, Lady Ifrit?"

"No, no, no, this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding." Lin Ye glared at Nightingale. "Alright, alright, kids, don't play with fire."

"Who are you calling a child!"

"If you play with fire again, I'll tell your mother." Lin Ye had no choice but to resort to his trump card.

The flames went out in an instant, and the temperature in the room dropped back down.

Only Ifrit was still glaring at Lin Ye, yelling, "Is this all you can do to threaten people?"

Tsk, dealing with those devilish brats, it's definitely more reliable to tell their parents.

Ifrit complained a few times before settling down, sitting cross-legged on the bed: "Hey, I want to change rooms. I'm not used to living with other people."

Well, that saves me the trouble of saying anything more.