Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 214 Sword Training
It has to be said that Arthur's physical condition and the medical technology in the Harry Potter world have really reached an abnormal level. Arthur, whose skin was burned all over his body, had already taken off the bandages on the second day.

Although the new skin is still a little tender, overall Arthur has recovered well with almost no sequelae, and he can even train swordsmanship with Mike.

At this moment, the two of them were standing together in the training room which was still half collapsed, waiting for Vesemir in front of them to formulate today's training course.

Vesemir walked around Mike and Arthur for several times, and finally came to Mike and said, "Your training today is swordplay! I don't care whether you chop or stab, as long as the movements are standard! And you can only use your left hand!"

After hearing this, Mike rolled his eyes and asked with a glimmer of hope: "How many swings?"

"One hundred at a time! If you can't do that, do another thousand squats! If you can't do the squats, run around this training room fifty times!"

Mike's eyes widened and he reached out to grab Vesemir who was about to leave and said, "You have to be kidding me? Do you want to kill me with this amount of training? And, I'm here to practice swordsmanship, why do I have to practice this kind of thing!"

"Hmph! It's up to you, you can practice it or not! Swordsmanship is not like magic, you can't take shortcuts by relying on talent. The first requirement of swordsmanship is physical fitness. You are so weak and you still want to wield a European long sword?" Withermire shook off Mike's hand and said, "And do you have any misunderstandings about swordsmanship? Or have you read too many knight novels? Swordsmanship is actually just about chopping, stabbing and steps. Do you still want me to teach you some peerless skill like killing a dragon with one sword?

Okay, it's decided. I'll go lie down for a while. Arthur, you can teach Mike how to swing. If the posture is wrong, just hit him hard. You're welcome!"

After saying that, Vesemir left the training room humming a little tune, leaving only Mike and Arthur looking at each other.

Mike took a deep breath and shook his head resignedly.

Mike generally approved of the training plan that Vesemir had just formulated. After all, he knew very well the importance of physical fitness for a swordsman, and he had started exercising his body long before the holiday. He just scolded Vesemir only because the training content he formulated was too exaggerated.

But Michael disagreed with what Vesemir said later about the nature of swordsmanship.

joke.

This is a fantasy world! You're telling me the swordplay here is the same as in the muggle world?
Mike wouldn't believe it even if you kill him.

What Mike would rather believe is that the old guy Vesemir had kept a trick up his sleeve for him, or that the old guy Vesemir himself was not good enough in swordsmanship, so he couldn't develop that kind of gorgeous big move.

At this time, seeing his teacher leaving the training room, Arthur slowly moved to Mike's side and asked quietly: "Mike, are you really not going to tell your teacher about your work?"

"What are you talking about? If you tell him now, he will definitely disagree. Besides, my factory hasn't been built yet. I will sign a contract with you as soon as the factory is built. I will explain to your teacher then. Don't worry."

It can be seen that Arthur is still quite afraid of Vesemir. After hearing Mike say that he would take care of the matter from his teacher's side, he completely relaxed.

"I see. Let's start training! I have nothing to repay you with. I can only thank you by teaching you strictly!" Arthur drew out his silver sword and raised it above his head, making a chopping gesture and said, "I'll show you first."

After saying that, Arthur adjusted his posture and prepared to swing the sword, while on Mike's side, he saw Arthur's left foot in front and right foot behind, and then he saw his bulging muscles twitching, and then he chopped down with the sword, directly smashing a solid anti-magic stone slab into pieces.

"This is the simplest heavy chopping move. Originally, the sword should be held with both hands, but to take care of you, I changed it to holding the sword with only the left hand." Arthur pulled the silver sword out of the rubble, and made a new structure similar to the middle start of Japanese kendo. He pointed the tip of the sword directly above himself and said, "Next is the most basic stabbing. The sword is different from the knife. The strongest attack method of the knife is chopping. Although the damage of the long sword we use is also very high due to its weight, the strongest attack method is still stabbing.

Besides, I thought about it last night. You wizards usually have armor protection spells and are difficult to get close to. So stabbing is the best way for you to break the shield."

Arthur's words stunned Mike, and seeing Mike's expression, Arthur said nothing more and just started the demonstration.

Arthur first held the sword in his left hand and looked forward, then he thrust the sword diagonally upward like lightning.

Arthur then returned to his original position and made the same structure again.

After confirming that Mike was looking at him seriously, he lowered his center of gravity, stomped his feet on the ground and leaped forward. At the same time, his left hand holding the sword first pulled back, and then stabbed out fiercely!

Mike was watching in amazement. Arthur's last sword made a sound of breaking wind, which showed how powerful this sword was.

But in comparison, Mike is more optimistic about the first stab.

The first strike was much less powerful than the last one, but it was faster. Arthur had already thrust the sword out before Mike could even see Arthur's movements.

Moreover, the sword was aimed at the throat. The person who was stabbed would most likely lose his ability to fight immediately, and would die within a short time if he did not receive treatment in time.

The biggest problem with this move is that its power is too weak. It is very likely that you will finally get close to someone, but your sword will not be able to break the person's shield.

However, this shortcoming does not exist at all for Mike, because he has the Sword of Victory and Oath, which is known as the strongest silver sword.

Before, when Mike used the holy sword in battle, he would just go up and chop without thinking, and he could still break the shield 100%, not to mention using the more powerful stabbing attack.

Mike could already imagine that after learning this move, he would use the illusion technique and wind speed spell to get close to the opponent, and then suddenly stab out with a sword!
Even after learning the art of Shadow Shift, I could teleport behind the enemy and stab him in the back!
Thinking of this, Mike looked at Arthur excitedly and said solemnly: "I will learn the second sword you just used!"

"Ah? But there are two more moves I haven't shown you yet." Arthur said with some surprise, "Besides, that move is usually used to break the deadlock when two melee fighters are confronting each other. It won't be of much use for you, a ranged wizard, to learn it, right?"

“No, just learn this!”

Arthur gave up trying to persuade Mike when he saw that Mike insisted on his own opinion. He made a new structure and said to Mike, "Then follow me to make the starting structure first."

"no problem."

As Mike spoke, he took out a long-prepared training iron sword from the Traceless Stretching Spell Bag and posed with the sword in his left hand, imitating Arthur.

But as soon as Mike got into position, Arthur said, "You're wrong. The center of gravity of your body should be backwards, and don't raise your hands too high. This will affect your power..."

The posture that Mike was in looked exactly the same as Arthur's, but Arthur complained about a lot of problems. In the end, Mike felt that his hand was about to break when he was holding the sword weighing more than six kilograms with one hand. Arthur gave up and asked Mike to try to stab with the sword. However, when Mike excitedly stabbed out his first sword, he felt extremely twisted, as if his joints were dislocated. This caused his sword to stab out very slowly, even slower than his usual sword stabs.

And because his arms were sore and weak from holding the sword for a long time, Mike's sword even went astray.

"No, no, there's still a big problem with your power-generating posture." Arthur shook his head and said, "But don't worry, it's always like this at the beginning, I'll guide you slowly."

After that, Arthur came over and taught Mike various force-generating techniques, step by step. Arthur's knowledge in this area was unexpectedly high, and he could even explain these movements to Mike based on the principles of various musculoskeletal movements of the human body.

This teaching method benefited Mike a lot. Under his guidance, Mike was able to perform his own standard light piercing after only one morning of study.

After stabbing out the sword, Mike was not too excited. After all, it took him a long time to accumulate power for this sword, and he had no way to use it in actual combat.

Mike estimated that if he wanted to incorporate this sword into actual combat, he had to at least practice the entire set of light stabbing force movements until they formed muscle memory. This way, he would be able to stab out this light stab without using the starting structure, integrating the whole body's strength into the sword through effective and scientific force movements.

However, just as Mike was about to continue practicing, the door of the training room was pushed open.

"It's time to eat. Stop practicing." Professor Flitwick pushed open the door and said, "Mike, how did you become like this after practicing? Stop and rest for a while!"

After Professor Flitwick said this, he ran to the sweaty Mike and looked at him nervously.

At this time, Mike also recovered from the state of being obsessed with training. It would have been fine if he hadn't recovered. As soon as he recovered, Mike felt that his left hand no longer belonged to him.

The intense pain stimulated Mike's brain, causing him to frown.

Her long golden hair was now completely wet with sweat, and her originally stylish bangs were stuck to her forehead, which was very uncomfortable.

From time to time, a few beads of sweat the size of beans would slide down from the ends of his hair, along his forehead to his eyes, making Mike unable to help but close his eyes.

"Phew! How many stabs did I make?"

"There are only eight effective stabs," Arthur said calmly, "but your arm has reached its limit. It looks like you can't complete the training. Get ready to accept the punishment."

Professor Flitwick, who was standing by, was immediately unhappy when he heard that there was a punishment. He pulled Mike towards the door of the training room with a distressed look on his face, saying, "Eat first, eat first. After eating, you can rest for a while before training again!"

Arthur smiled helplessly as he watched Mike being forcibly dragged out of the training room door by Flitwick, and then followed him.

He had no intention of stopping him. Mike really needed a rest after training to this point.

Perhaps because they wanted to help Mike replenish his nutrition, the lunch was quite rich, and dragon meat was rarely seen on the table.

Although this piece of dragon meat was not as delicious as the one he had eaten at Abbott's house before, it still tasted good. Poor Mike lowered his left hand, which was completely powerless, and picked up a whole piece of dragon meat with a fork and started to eat it.

Although his eating style was quite ugly, Mike didn't care.

Because Arthur's eating habits were even uglier than his.

At least Mike used a fork, but Arthur was different. He went crazy the moment he saw the dragon meat. He didn't use any cutlery and just held the dragon meat and started to eat it. He ate much faster than Mike.

Perhaps because of the law of conservation of energy, Arthur not only has excellent physical fitness but also has an amazing appetite. Before Mike finished eating the dragon meat, Arthur had already started to eat other dishes.

Looking at Arthur wolfing down the food, Mike started brainstorming again.

It stands to reason that the more you eat, the more you poop. So based on Arthur's appetite, how much poop should he poop every day?

Thinking about Arthur's excrement, Mike felt that the dragon meat in front of him was no longer delicious, so he quickly threw this terrible idea out of his mind and began to concentrate on the delicious food in front of him.

Mike enjoyed the lunch very much. During the break after the meal, Professor Flitwick took out many potions that Mike had never heard of and gave them to him. He said they were prescriptions brought by Vesemir, which could treat muscle strains and improve physical fitness. Some of the potions were to be drunk directly, and some were to be rubbed on the arms.

Mike didn't care. He just drank the whole bottle and let Lolo do it for him when he needed to.

The potion that needed to be drunk was not so bad, but the potion that needed to be wiped was the end of Mike. The feeling of Lolo's little hand dipping in the potion and rubbing it back and forth on his left arm made Mike twitch directly. In the end, he had no choice but to find a piece of wood to bite in his mouth to prevent himself from biting his tongue.

Lolo, who was helping Mike apply the medicine, was also heartbroken when he saw this, but he still had to apply the medicine, so he helped Mike apply the medicine while crying, and from time to time he glared at Arthur who was watching on the side.

Arthur was somewhat puzzled by his glare. He would never have dreamed that the reason why Lolo glared at him like that was because he ate most of the big meal that Lolo prepared for Mike at noon today, and "tortured" Mike like this.

"Tsk tsk, it's great to have money!"

Perhaps in order to divert Mike's attention, who was trying hard to endure the pain, Arthur took the initiative to speak.

"Um!?"

"The potions you use are not simple. The amount you used today is almost as much as I used to use in a month." Arthur looked at the bottles and jars beside Mike with envy and said, "If I could be as extravagant as you, I wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Domac, who was gritting his teeth and bearing the pain, was now completely attracted by Arthur. Since he was biting a stick, he couldn't speak and could only wait for Arthur to explain the reason.

(End of this chapter)