Caero carries large needles in her right hand, with an effective movement, several large needles shoot out like bullets in the direction of Giraffe.
*Strike*
Giraffe joins both palms with a devilish grin, in an instant, Giraffe's body is covered by a brown color, the sharp needles simply impact against Giraffe's body without doing anything but bouncing off, totally damaged.
"It's time for me to make my appearance, Swing my blade!!!", Giraffe shouts as he moves one of his hands, to start condensing a small wooden spear.
Seeing all this reminds me of a word I was thinking about a while ago, "Awakened or something", more of my former companions are training with each other.
Without continuing to pay attention to it, I began to walk over to one of the practice dummies, a kind of wooden man that, according to Kamila, it has an enchantment that makes it very resistant.
I took my sword out of its sheath, observing the dummy with my eyes focused, the feeling that everything in me had improved as if I had leveled up was more present in my body at this moment. I squeezed the handle of the sword tightly, I heard a slight noise, my muscles tensed up and by pushing my right and left foot back and forth, my body moved with force, then the force passed to my arms and finally to the sword that moved quickly leaving a small residual image.
The sound of the wind cutting reaches my ears and the next moment.
*Strike*
My sword impacts against the wooden shield of the practice dummy and goes half a centimeter into the wood, the impact of my sword and being stopped in its tracks makes my body tremble slightly and the wind caused by my movement lifts my hair a little.
How to describe it?, maybe "Incredible?", I have never felt this kind of sensation before, the feeling that I can crush a person's head and burst it. This is definitely a magical world, I feel powerful, my body light as a feather and my arms look like two mountains to me.
Maybe, maybe I can try to leave the kingdom in a week, I should talk to Huanca about this.
I heard light footsteps coming from behind me, the steps feel like a man's, I could hear his breathing, calm, the almost inaudible creak of his armor as he walked, and his slightly curious movement.
I turn around to face him.
"Sir Hero, How do you like the blessing the god gave you?", a voice, kind, gentle but firm, a man, not much older than me at the moment, but to me, actually probably a child.
Bright eyes, a slightly similar appearance, flamboyant but not at the same time, with a marbling between silver and shiny and with hair similar to that of King Valverde.
"It is Prince Charles..."
"My lord, come on, we must greet Prince Charles..."
"My lord, please, come with me..."
Several maids in the distance stopped my companions who were fighting, Carlos made a slight grimace as if to say "It can't be helped", Carlos licks his lips before raising his right hand and turning around.
"Come on, Gentlemen and Ladies, there is no need to bow, please, continue with your work, continue on your own", Charles says with a smile.
"Prince Charles, I'm sorry..."
"Prince Charles, I didn't recognize you, I'm sorry..."
Several maids holding hands with some of my companions apologize for their slowness, but Charles simply ignores them before turning to look at me, by the way, Where is Kamila?
"Sir Hero, May I know your?...", he stopped, waiting for something, his smile remains and he moves his right hand to touch his chin, "How do you say it?", Charles takes a step forward, "You... your... ah, forget it, what's your name?" Charles sighs. resigned.
"Faggot", this thought came to mind, I mean I'm not a misogynist, I slept with a couple of Femboys who cosplayed as Anime Girls in my old life, but, that doesn't mean I'm gay, I they like women.
This Charles with his androgynous appearance and expressions really gets on my nerves, maybe I should punch him, or maybe...
"They call me Quasimodo, that's my name...", I said while taking a step back, Why is this Charles talking to me and not to my other classmates? Suspicious.
"I am Charles, my name means, -The one who dawns-, it's a pleasure Sir Quasimodo", I shake Charles's hand with a wide smile.
"My name refers to the fact that I am an ugly hunchback looking for the love of a beautiful lady... Sometimes people think I'm from Notre Dame.. jijiji", I laughed lightly, waiting for Charles' reaction, however, he widens his eyes slightly before nodding his head.
"Oh, I see, donut worry, a Hero has no shortage of beautiful ladies", I narrowed my eyes at Charles' response, What the fuck does that mean?, wait, Am I really that ugly and do I have a hump?
Seeing that Charles doesn't seem to refute my words, he tries to straighten my back, looking at my back in case I actually have a hump.
"Hahahahahaha!!!", however, Charles' raucous laughter can be heard the next moment.
"Hehehe, dude, you don't have a hump if that's what you're trying to prove, and next, well... I mean, we can't change the face we're born with, I guess...", Carles makes a half smile observing me in detail.
"Fuck you!!!, Stupid faggot-prince...", I cursed inside my mind, observing the face and silhouette of this prince looking more like a typical femboy or something like that.
An image of me sexually subduing Prince Charles appeared and faded as quickly as it appeared, wait, What am I thinking?... I need the company of a beautiful lady to calm my fury.
"What are you thinking dude?" Charles asks with a white-toothed grin, I frowned, "Why does she look so cute smiling, fuck, she's a man, .
I feel like smacking that pretty little face, .
"That demonstration of sword use says two things about you, my friend...", Charles stops smiling and looks at my sword.
"One, you are very strong, too strong, perhaps your strength is comparable to that of the official knights of the kingdom, and second, you are a brute, maybe calling you "Orc" would be more appropriate", Charles makes a noise with his mouth, dissatisfied, he quickly grabs my sword by the blade and looks at the edge.
He looks at me and turns his gaze to the sword, then, he shakes his head, and finally sighs, "This sword is very good, beautiful, a work of art, what... What are you saying?, that you want me to free you from the hands of this Orc?, but I can't, I am the prince... ejem", Charles stops staring at the sword like a pervert and looks at me.
"The king told me that you are special, do you want to train with me?", Charles' words made my heart skip a beat.
Special? In what way?, also, Why would I want to train alongside a faggot who talks with swords?
I'm not an idiot, Carlos' words obviously have a second meaning, it means that King Valverde knows something about me and asked Charles to keep an eye on me.
Or maybe Charles is simply lying.
But, this seems to be a good opportunity, a chance to know more about the kingdom, the knowledge I received that day is only superficial.
" Charles...", I hesitate, the bright blue eyes of Charles watch me expectantly, describing his eyes would be like describing blue paint in a void, I have never seen more beautiful and detailed blue eyes, deep and uncertain.
"I want to say...", I paused again to bite my lower lip, not sure if refusing would get me in more trouble, you know, the typical arrogant prince who won't take no for an answer.
"I mean, Why not?, let's do it...", I smile, Charles smiles back at me and claps his hands.
"Bie, follow me, ah, by the way, Kamila went to prepare tea, soon you will be able to see her...", Charles turns around, I follow him from behind.
So, Charles knows where Kamila is, maybe, He was thinking of using her as a threat in case she didn't accept his invitation?
At the sight of several of my colleagues who are simply watching me, I leave the training room.
We walk down several corridors until we reach a sector I had never entered before, an open-air field, green, with several maids and butlers in one corner setting up a small table with two seats, Kamila is among them.
"You made a big fuss yesterday, did you know that?, fainting after taking the god's tear, that news spread throughout the kingdom,...", in the middle of the open air field Charles says, he turns around to look at me, his semi-long hair moving with the wind.
"Now, pick up your sword, let's train", Charles smiles.
"The first thing we have to take into account is your posture...", Carlos comes closer to mold my posture with his hands.
I unsheathed my sword and pointed it at Charles, holding it with both hands.
"The right foot always forward, and the left foot backwards to avoid a dribble, besides, when you use a two-handed sword like this and you don't have a shield, that means that the sword has to attack and defend you", Charles pauses.
"The position of the hands is the right hand at the edge of the guard, and the left hand at the bottom of the handle of the sword, well...", Charles smiles, next, he pulls out a cooking... Knife?
We're going to have a duel," Charles steps back a bit and takes his distance, Charles gets into position, pointing the kitchen knife at me.
"I'll give you the honor of starting with the first move...", Charles smiles, this elicits a slight smile on my face and a slight nod of my head as my eyes wander over Charles's body.
"Do you like to show off?", at my question Charles squints his eyes like two crescent moons, "Tsk, faggot", I thought in the back of my mind.
I shrunk like a spring and the next moment I advanced forward with a rapier straight to Charles' heart, my movement was swift and the floor shattered under my feet.
Charles opened his eyes slightly before making a move.
The tip of my sword sliced through the air, rushing forward like a spear, and yet.
*Crash*
The tip of my sword collides with the flat part of the kitchen knife, a little wind is the result of the clash between the two weapons, Charles smiles before moving his knife to push my sword to the left and with one of his hands hits my chest.