Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 66.2
Chapter 66.2
Thud!
“Master.”
“…Oh dear.”
Oren, who had been creeping along like a stray cat, flinched at Robert’s voice, turning his head with a start. Robert looked at him with suspicion.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, about that…”
Oren scratched the back of his head with one hand, offering an awkward laugh. He glanced longingly in the direction he’d been heading, then turned back to Robert.
“Who is it?” Robert asked, keenly aware of Oren’s glance. Oren deflected.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you why you’re following your esteemed master?”
“When will you admit you’re not esteemed?”
“You little…!” Thwack!
Robert yelped, tears welling in his eyes as he clutched his head. He’d only stated the obvious, and he’d been met with violence. The pain was so sharp he couldn’t even scream.
Oblivious or uncaring, Oren casually changed the subject.
“Where’s Izeline? Is she in magic class?”
“Ugh…”
“Don’t be such a baby.”
“She said she was going to the library to do her homework.”
Robert glared, making it clear he was not exaggerating.
“Is that so?”
Oren seemed lost in thought, ignoring Robert entirely. He hummed thoughtfully, then his expression cleared, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Where are you headed?”
“The training grounds.”
Robert gestured to the sword at his hip as if the answer were obvious. Oren, seemingly appeased, lifted his chin in a magnanimous gesture.
“Alright. I’ll give you a lesson. It’s been a while.”
Clang!
The sound of clashing steel rang out in the training grounds.
Ordinarily, this would have been just another training session, but today was different. A mystical energy, the mana wielded by master-level knights, shimmered around Oren and Robert’s blades.
Fzzzzt!
With each impact, powerful shockwaves rippled outward, scattering the grass.
This was the first time Robert had seen Oren’s mana. It was a deep, ash-like gray. He had originally intended to work on the new assignment Oren had given him… slicing a falling cherry blossom in half with a mana-infused blade.
Honestly, this was probably more practical.
Coating a sword with mana usually pulverized a cherry blossom, not bisected it. It required immense concentration.
But for Robert, a mana prodigy, it was child’s play.
After all, he had been meticulously weaving thin strands of mana to protect his heart since childhood. A feat most masters could only dream of. His talent was undeniable. He was a once-in-a-century, perhaps even a once-in-a-millennium genius.
“Excellent.”
Oren praised him amidst the flurry of swordplay. Without the use of mana, Michael had the upper hand, but if they were to unleash their full power, Robert would surpass him. And in a real fight, everyone fought with everything they had.
A mere twelve years old. The power and talent this boy possessed were devastating. Oren’s hazel eyes, observing his student, grew serious.
Humm… Humm…
“Robert.”
As their mana clashed, a strange resonance filled the air. Between their crossed blades, the master’s teachings flowed.
“Trials tend to break a person.”
“.…?”
“Or… bend them out of shape.”
Robert’s gaze shifted from his sword to Oren’s face, puzzled by the sudden philosophical turn. Oren’s serious tone continued.
“In most cases, that is.”
Clang!
Their swords separated then clashed again with renewed speed.
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