Two days later.
The Royal Capital, Astrea Mansion.
On the soft, large bed, Kenma slowly opened his eyes.
What the hell.
Is this what noble life is like?
For the past two days, he had been in a lazy and relaxed state, used to refreshing his own sanity value.
After all, he had died a dozen times before, and his mental state had essentially been stretched to the absolute limit.
During the day, he would find Reinhard to hone his swordsmanship, and what he ate usually was gourmet food cooked personally by the Sword Saint.
Reinhard possessed a series of divine protections such as Divine Protection of Cooking, Divine Protection of Salt Reasoning, and Divine Protection of Guaranteed Delicious Cooking, so almost all the dishes he made would turn into culinary masterpieces.
After eating breakfast, Kenma grabbed the greatsword placed in the living room and walked straight to the training ground in the backyard.
Reinhard had long been waiting here, and seeing Kenma arrive, he smiled and raised the wooden sword in his hand.
“Then, Subaru-sama, let us begin today’s training.” “My thoughts exactly.” Kenma rushed forward wielding the greatsword, slashing towards Reinhard’s head.
Facing the contemporary Sword Saint, he did not need to hold back at all, simply because the other party was practically synonymous with invincibility and was utterly impossible to be killed by him.
The sharp greatsword and the casually found wooden sword—the strength and material of the two were completely mismatched.
But in Reinhard’s hands, even a tiny wooden sword was enough to slash everything to pieces.
Reinhard raised his sword to block, shifting his figure sideways, easily discharging the impact force transmitted from the wooden sword to his body.
Immediately afterwards, his wrist flipped, and the wooden sword slashed out, striking Kenma’s wrist.
Normally, a sword strike with such full force hitting a human’s wrist would most likely make someone drop their weapon on the spot.
However, Reinhard felt as if he had struck a piece of steel with extremely high hardness.
What truly astonishing physical strength.
It seems he hasn’t even used mana to strengthen his body yet.
Kenma raised the greatsword to slash forward.
Reinhard dodged to the side, and then delivered a flying kick to his abdomen.
Kenma’s pupils shrank abruptly, and his entire body was kicked high into the air for nearly a dozen meters, only barely discharging the impact force after rolling a few times.
Damn it, these stats are way higher than mine!
Kenma felt his stomach churning upside down, and the part that was kicked had already turned bruised and purple.
Through these two days of training, Reinhard discovered that Kenma’s body seemed extraordinary, and ordinary injuries could recover in a very short time.
Therefore, he increased the training intensity as much as possible, ensuring that he exerted his full strength without using Divine Protections.
Kenma stood up again, throwing the greatsword in his hand onto the ground.
He put his right foot forward, placed his hands on both sides of his face, made a boxing posture, and hooked his fingers at Reinhard.
“We won’t practice swordsmanship today, come and try this?” Reinhard was slightly stunned, then smiled and threw the wooden sword in his hand to the ground, striking the exact same boxing posture.
“Is today physical resistance training?
I’ll gladly keep you company.
Then please be careful, Subaru-sama.” This time, Reinhard chose to take the initiative.
A red afterimage flashed past, and Reinhard’s fist rapidly enlarged in Kenma’s pupils.
He raised his arm to block the straight punch.
He was uncontrollably beaten back, and his arm was completely numb.
Reinhard pressed the attack, his fists falling crazily like a storm, his hands having long transformed into patches of afterimages during high-speed movement, and only invisible waves of air could be seen continuously spreading with the two of them as the center.
Amidst the frenzied attacks, Kenma’s eyes, protected under his arms, kept turning, and finally caught a trace of an attack gap.
He smashed out with a punch, hitting Reinhard’s bridge of the nose.
After Reinhard was hit, his head tilted back, and by the time he put his head back into its original position, the hit area had no mark at all.
“The strength is not bad, and you also accurately grasped the gap I revealed.
Your progress is very good, Subaru-sama.” “Tsk.” Listening to Reinhard’s praise resembling coaxing a baby, Kenma felt an inexplicable surge of anger, as if he had been humiliated.
For a time, both sides began a flesh-to-flesh bombardment.
Kenma’s fist hit Reinhard’s face, but he couldn’t even injure him, and with a backhand, he was punched flying away.
Following closely, Reinhard leaped into the air, and in just a split second, he arrived directly above Kenma, who had been beaten flying into mid-air.
With a quick stomp of his foot, Kenma quickly smashed toward the ground and the sweeping dust spread around the area.
A gale suddenly erupted, and Reinhard’s spotless white knight’s outfit did not suffer any stains, still standing in place with a smile.
Kenma crawled out of the humanoid pit somewhat disheveled.
“Damn it, mud got into my mouth.” “Subaru-sama, may I ask if you still want to continue?” “I won’t fight anymore.
Let’s leave it at that for today.
Once I get stronger, I will definitely beat you until you’re crawling on the floor looking for your teeth.” Kenma rejected Reinhard’s battle request.
Although he liked the pleasure brought by combat and the tangible fun of growing stronger, he wasn’t a masochist at heart.
His all-out attack couldn’t even dent the opponent’s face.
This was no longer within the scope of challenging a strong enemy, this was challenging the final boss right after coming to the beginner village.
He would first raise his stats, and then come back to fight Reinhard.
Seeing that Kenma no longer had the thought of continuing the battle, Reinhard nodded and began to tidy up the backyard that had become messy due to their battle.
Just at this moment, the Sword Saint who was cleaning up the ground suddenly remembered something and raised his head to say, “Subaru-sama, today the Council of Wise Men is about to hold a meeting, and specifically named that you need to attend in person.” Oh?
Looks like they couldn’t hold it in anymore?
Kenma wasn’t surprised by this notice.
On the contrary, he felt that those old men in the Council of Wise Men could endure quite a bit.
After all, what the entire kingdom was looking for was the last royal selection candidate, the legendary Dragon Priestess, but the kingdom’s Sword Saint ended up fishing back a male.
Who could possibly keep a straight face at this?