When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Spare Time III

The rhythmically swinging sword blade eradicating the hybrids around was slashing here and there firmly. Occasionally whirring slick then ended up crashing. The leaves that were split became a silent witness to my activities in the simulation room in the Training Center Building.

Three more days of sparing and after that the data of the recast grade data collection came out. At such a short time I cannot spend being silent. It had not held the candrasa for a long time, and somehow now .. was relieved and happy to be able to use the sword again.

Now in the middle of a real imitation just like a forest, I sharpened my attention. Sipping the saliva to stop the arid throat, holding Sabel until my knuckle paled with the eyes of a defiantly shiny sword as if throbbing a mock hybrid to practice.

Explosions burst into the air as the creatures in front threw fireballs from their mouths. Then my black cloak coat was scratched, only slightly as I darted back; making use of the gap to stick the sword into the stomach of one of the real clones of a Knight-level hybrid and slashing it mercilessly.

The Pawn growls dislike when its superiors vanish like chopped meat; the storming makes the rocks float and hit with their rage. While I was at home, shunning away from the pain of a moment belonging to a hail of stones that were not small at all. However, a pointed stone managed to escape and scratch my cheek.

In the next instant the whirring of the sharp blades sounded deafening as Sabel I was about to break apart their hard scales and ended up chopping mercilessly, I exterminated them to the point; without any futile movement.

I was still trembling in the middle of the silence with my lips tightly clenched. Swipe the cheek that was previously scratched with the back of the left hand until the next wave of enemies comes.

Then I again curled to avoid the opponent, moving quickly piercing and slashing. The long robe in matching color with my short hair did not restrict movement at all, and in a short time the entire hybrid was exhausted; it was chopped up like butter.

Suddenly the surrounding situation fell silent and slowly refracted like a fragment of checkered light. The whole real imitation disappeared leaving me alone in a vast silver chamber with neon roots filling the wall. At the same time EVE's voice echoed.

...[.Simulation Exercise Ends]...

I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. Sabel I threw it into space and seconds later the sword drifted like a shard of light; it teleported to my back and stuck nicely with Zweihande without any refracting strings.

The footsteps resounded clearly in the sealed metal room as I began to leave the place, the two swords on the back also returned to the black crystal form within the grasp.

Before that, I checked the screen next to the door; looking at the results of the training data just now. Then a smile was engraved on the lips as for the size of the person who had never held a sword for hundreds of years, this result was very much more than expected.

SS value, too.

I started to leave the room, switched to buying one bottle of minerals from the automatic selling machine not far from the training ground and put the Heart Core into the waist bag. Then sip the drink until it runs out, also think .. it feels like a long bath and change clothes after this. I should have worn sweatshirts rather than ordinary clothes and for scars on my body I would have bandaged them in such a way that they would be invisible, as they could be.

The drink ran out, and I threw it in the trash on the side. I let out a long breath until someone called out a name in the distance. When I look around, Daniel.

"Oi, Red! Tumben, look at you here!" he screamed while running towards me.

"Ah, yes ... Why are you here?"

"Certainly training! Every day; every morning, yes the vat is here!" He pointed to himself proudly and sat down on the bench next to the automatic selling machine. "I'll keep practicing until it's great!"

As usual, the blond man had a fiery spirit. People call him young, but not young?

At first glance, he looked at me heart out of nowhere. I decided to sit next to Daniel. Come to think of it, I've never really spent time alone with her.

"Haaaaa, sucks." Daniel broke down and leaned on the chair, legs level he also recommended. "I've always set you up to compete, and the girl comes."

What does he mean, it's Fate? I was not stopping looking at him.

Daniel began to stretch his right hand over the tub to drive the light from the eye. "I .. hate myself so much."

My eyes widened in surprise to hear it. Daniel seems to have a huge sense of pride, but .. hate? Hows it? I don't get it.

"I hate being born weak like this. What is it, the total strength of Dragonic Grade B?!" He began to clench his right hand, touching it to the eel and began to moan slowly. "Every day; every moment; always trying to catch up, but never going until ...."

My reflex touched his shoulder because of the emotional lures in his chest-what is this, like unbearable? Concerned? Ah, yes, I am worried and do not want to see it that way. But he began to look at me and put up a habitual ringing, a solid index finger pointing right at my chest.

"Listen yes, one day I will definitely defeat you, take it seriously!" he said excitedly, face painting passion, "until that time comes, I'll keep training and training, you'll be surprised to see me beat that girl!"

Daniel began to rise from sitting, patting his chest and saying loudly, "Remember the saying, the results will not disappoint the effort!"

Then he pointed at me again. "You will fall with me! You better continue training there! If you lose faster, no fun."

The man started walking and turned his back on me. From behind, I could see him putting his left hand into his pants pocket with his right hand waving without looking. Enthusiasm is burning. I know and believe, the chairman of my club will not give up easily.

I don't know why it's given me a point of pleasure.

Before Daniel could really go far, I got up from the chair and shouted, "Daniel, thank you!"

Finally he stopped his steps over his green eyes glancing right at me. With his right hand punching the air, he also exclaimed out loud, "Oi, what are you for? Tell rivals!"

Something like ... blooming in the chest?

Hearing that I felt happy for no reason. With a smile, I waved at him. Daniel started to move forward, maybe he'll rehearse like he said? Until finally he drowned in the crowd .. and it made me realize, the hallway of the Training Center Building was more crowded than usual. Maybe because in the sparing and re-grade period? But worse, they all looked at me!

W-was I too flashy? Jesus, Daniel is famous for acting like he wants and yelling nonstop, but I-aaaa, must be embarrassing! They see me like that!

Immediately I lowered my head and entered again into the simulation room. God, why often get carried away until you forget the situation ....