Ajax remembered that Walter wanted to talk about the sword. He looked towards Walter and said, "Lord Walter, you wanted to talk about the sword that was given by Flora. If you are free, why don't you tell me about it now?"
Walter, remembering the conversation, smiled and walked towards Ajax. "Okay, I will tell you. Give me that sword."
Ajax handed the sword to Walter. Walter took the sword in his hand and began to mumble some words that Ajax didn't understand. Ajax silently stared at him, curious about what was happening. As he watched, the sword began to emit a white light. Walter, with a smile on his face, called Ajax over. "Come here, Ajax."
Ajax immediately went to Walter's side. Walter looked at him and said, "Put your blood on it."
Without asking why, Ajax made a small wound on his fingertip, causing a small amount of blood to come out. When he put his blood on the sword, it started to suck it up as if it had been starved for years. The white sword suddenly turned red, becoming a double-edged sword. It slowly descended into Ajax's hand.
"What happened?" Ajax asked Walter, confusion evident in his voice.
Walter explained, "It's a growth sword from the first generation of gods. It will grow as its contractor grows."
Ker, with a smile, looked at Walter and asked, "Where did you get that sword, Walter? It's an item most long-living gods would keep as their treasure."
Walter responded, "I found it during a battle with a conqueror's small unit. They were examining our universe, and when I confronted them and killed them all, I found it in the commander's chamber. I took it home and gave it to my granddaughter, Flora, but she gifted it to Ajax for saving her life in prison."
Ker nodded, understanding Walter's words. She turned towards Ajax, who was holding his sword and observing it. "Ajax, come here," she called.
Ajax went to her. "Now you have your own sword, but you don't know how to use it. Why don't you learn swordsmanship as per the second condition?" Ker continued.
"Okay, mother. Who will be my teacher?" Ajax asked.
Walter tried to offer his help, "Why don't I teach him?"
Ker stopped Walter mid-sentence. "Don't worry yourself, Walter. Ajax is my son now; he is my responsibility. Don't worry too much."
Ker continued, "Ajax, you'll be learning from my first daughter, Baillie."
"Your daughter? I mean, my sister?" Ajax asked.
"Yes, she is. Baillie, come here. Let me introduce you to your brother," Ker said.
Baillie, who had been sitting on a chair, came over to her mother, standing beside her. Ker introduced her daughter, "Look, she is your sword instructor from now on, and you will be living together until you learn swordsmanship."
Baillie looked at Ajax like a predator ready to devour its prey. She remembered the moments she had seen Ajax's beautifully well-built body. She wanted to touch all those muscles, and now she could have it all.
As the formalities concluded, Ker led Ajax and Baillie to a private training room. "Baillie, show Ajax the basics. Start with the stance and basic strikes," Ker instructed.
Baillie nodded, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Come on, Ajax. Let's begin," she said, motioning for him to follow her.
The training room was spacious, with racks of various weapons and practice dummies. Baillie picked up a wooden practice sword and handed it to Ajax. "First, we'll start with your stance. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent."
Ajax mimicked her stance, adjusting his posture as Baillie corrected him. "Good. Now, hold your sword with both hands, like this," she demonstrated, positioning her hands on the hilt of her own practice sword.
Ajax followed her instructions, feeling a bit awkward but determined to learn. Baillie moved closer, adjusting his grip and stance. "Remember to keep your balance. A good stance is the foundation of all swordsmanship."
As Baillie adjusted his posture, Ajax couldn't help but notice how close she was. Her hands were firm yet gentle, guiding him with precision. He could feel her breath on his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Now, let's practice some basic strikes," Baillie said, stepping back slightly. "Follow my lead." She demonstrated a series of simple strikes and blocks, moving with fluid grace. Ajax tried to mimic her movements, but his strikes were clumsy in comparison.
"Not bad for a beginner," Baillie said with a smile. "But you need to loosen up a bit. Swordsmanship is about fluidity and control, not just brute force."
As the training continued, Ajax found himself becoming more comfortable with the sword. Baillie's instructions were clear and concise, and she was patient with his mistakes. Despite her strict demeanor, she was a good teacher.
After an hour of practice, Baillie called for a break. "Let's rest for a bit," she said, sitting down on a nearby bench. Ajax joined her, grateful for the respite.
"You're doing well," Baillie said, surprising Ajax with her praise. "Most beginners struggle a lot more."
"Thanks," Ajax replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "It's all thanks to your teaching."
Baillie smiled, her earlier predatory look softening. "You're a quick learner, Ajax. With more practice, you'll become a great swordsman."
As they sat there, catching their breath, Ajax couldn't help but feel a growing bond with Baillie. She was more than just his teacher; she was his sister now, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards her.
Ker watched from a distance, satisfied with their progress. She knew that Baillie would push Ajax to his limits, but she also knew that Ajax had the potential to become something great. With his new abilities and the support of his new family, there was no telling how far he could go.
As the days passed, Ajax and Baillie continued their training, growing closer with each session. Ajax's skills improved rapidly, and he began to feel more confident in his abilities. He also started to feel a deeper connection with his new family, something he had longed for all his life.