Chapter 148

Chapter 148 – Two Youths (Part Two)

  ”Rock, your ranking in the school is among the top three, right?” The youth asked.

  ”Yes.” He raised an eyebrow, no matter what, there was still a bit of youthful pride.

  ”As long as you defeat Tokerin afterwards, you’ll be qualified to go to Emanas.”

  ”It’s easy to say, but who doesn’t know how hard Tokerin works?” Rock walked aside, picked up his short sword, and twirled it a few times before continuing.

  ”As for you, your family has already prepared a recommendation letter for you, haven’t they?”

  ”Haha, indeed.” The youth scratched his head, admitting it.

  Seeing Isaiah with a foolish smile, Rock felt a surge of anger for some reason.

  ”Nobility, I wonder which connection you used this time. Rock felt resentful; he knew he had much higher talent than Isaiah, but due to his status and lack of background, he could only compete fiercely with a bunch of peers in the school for that single slot, while those born with silver spoons could easily obtain their coveted dreams.

  ”I’m leaving,” Rock said casually, turning to leave. He didn’t like being around this fool.

  ”Wait, don’t go. Let’s spar again today. Didn’t you just express dissatisfaction?” Isaiah thought it was a rare chance to find a sparring partner his age, so he couldn’t let him go so easily.

  ”What’s there to spar about? Have you ever seen an assassin fight face-to-face with someone? That’s ridiculous.”

  ”Why can’t an assassin fight face-to-face with someone? It’s bound to happen sooner or later.”

  ”If it happens, it means the assassin isn’t professional enough.” Rock deflected Isaiah’s broadsword with his short sword, preparing to leave again.

  But the youth ran a few steps and blocked him again.

  ”Rock, why do you always want to be an assassin when Uncle Wade uses the greatsword so impressively.”

  ”Ha, impressive? Isn’t he just working as a guard for your family? What’s so admirable about that?”

  Seeing Isaiah blocking his way, Rock stopped and argued.

  ”Have you ever heard of a story where the main character becomes a guard for someone? Have you ever seen a legendary hero become famous by being a guard?” He shook his head, his short black hair slightly fluttering, looking as if he had just woken up.

The branch bent under his weight.

  ”I won’t end up like my father, being an idiot and working for your family,” he said rebelliously, a disdainful expression on his face.

  ”But isn’t the reputation of being an assassin not so great? It always feels somewhat dishonest,” Isaiah pondered.

  ”Right, right, right. Light is reserved for you noble people. We who live in the shadows are evil if we use other means. Is that your view?”

  ”No, that’s not…” The youth was momentarily at a loss for words.

  ”I just want to be an assassin. If I see someone I don’t like, I’ll kill them outright, without any talk of justice.”

  ”Isn’t justice good?”

  ”Justice is good, but it’s not my justice; it’s yours. Anyway, I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I’m going back.”

  ”No way, unless you beat me, I won’t let you go.”

  ”Tsk.”

  Rock swung his short sword, stabbing rapidly towards Isaiah’s shoulder. Isaiah couldn’t dodge in time and received a light wound, blood staining his clothes.

Seeing the blood flow, Rock was also a bit flustered, hesitating with his short sword for a moment. But Isaiah didn’t care about this pain; he gritted his teeth and swept his sword across. Rock gripped his sword hilt tightly, struggling to block, his wrist numbed by the force. Then, he got serious, using the advantage of close combat and the flexibility of his short sword to put Isaiah on the defensive.

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest. Although Rock had the upper hand, he didn’t dare to strike too hard. After all, this was someone they were loyal to. Later, they resorted to punching and kicking, taking advantage of Isaiah’s opening to trip him and then the two engaged in a scuffle on the ground.

Finally, both were exhausted and breathless as they crawled up, covered in dust and broken leaves.

Rock wiped the sweat and dust off his face and looked at the guy opposite him, blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder, though it was slowly stopping as the injury wasn’t severe.

“Fool, aren’t you afraid of dying?” Rock took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket and walked over, asking Isaiah to expose the wound on his shoulder.

Isaiah seemed unwilling, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re still embarrassed? If I get beaten by my dad when I go back, would you be happy?” Rock sneered, then helped clean the wound, poured some medicine on it, and wrapped it up simply.

“Alright, I’m leaving. Don’t say it was me who injured you.” Rock patted his hands, preparing to leave, his mind full of doubts.

“Why did I run into such a guy?”

“Don’t.”

“Damn it, isn’t it just that my father works as a guard for your family? Please, sir, spare me, and besides, I really don’t like guys.”

“Hey, don’t step on my hand!” The youth on the ground was also furious.

“Oh, right, sorry, I didn’t notice.”

Just now, all he could think about was how to minimize the issue and avoid getting beaten by his old man. Rock lifted his foot.

“You have to be my underling, Rock, or I’ll tell your dad.”

“Alright, Aisaya, you truly disgrace the nobility. Fine, I’ll agree to be your servant for a month.”

Thinking of the various privileges the nobles had in the Empire, to avoid causing trouble at home, Rock had no choice but to submit.

Looking at Aisaya grinning like a pig, it was such a waste of his appearance. Rock asked irritably,

“Is finding someone to be your underling all you care about?”

“Of course! Look at those founding monarchs, the legendary great heroes—don’t they all have groups of people following them? It’s so impressive when they walk out.”

Aisaya had been reading too many knight novels recently and envied that kind of scene.

“Huh, the legends of wind and moon are just fantasies for ordinary people. Everyone knows Roland and Alin were born princes, so they could become kings. But Aisaya, you’re just the child of a baron; stop daydreaming.”

Aisaya got up from the ground and retorted, “And aren’t you dreaming too? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“What justice for assassins? I think you just want to look cool. ‘One person can change fate and decide the course of the world.’ I’ve known that phrase you wrote in your notebook for a long time.”

“You—you’re something else.” Rock’s face turned red with embarrassment.

“The son of the esteemed Baron Borris has become a thief?”

“I haven’t! That’s what your dad said. He even marveled at how ambitious his son was. Hahaha.”

Rock couldn’t take it anymore and picked up his short sword and left.

“Remember, during this period, you need to practice swordsmanship with me.” Aisaya’s voice came from behind, somehow making him even more annoyed.

“Fine, swordsmanship. I see you as”

Rock gestured to Aisaya without turning around and slowly disappeared into the woods.

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