Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Three years?

Roy could only sneer.

If Roy hasn't broken through to the Knight level in three years, it means he's already a skeleton.

Therefore, he was determined to be selected this time.

Before proceeding, it is necessary to understand the strength of the opponent.

"Gerard, who are the top ten fighters you mentioned...?"

"Those practicing with wooden swords are the top ten masters." Gerald glanced at the crowd. "But today, including me and Delock, there are only seven of us."

As his gaze swept across the crowd, Roy's eyes swept over each boy holding a wooden sword, memorizing their data one by one.

Excluding Delock and Gerald, among the remaining five, only two have similar attributes to Gerald, while the other three possess other bloodlines with powerful attributes, comparable to Delock.

Jeka Giant Boar, Dragonfire Lizard, Thunder King Kong...

At the same time, each of them has an additional skill in their skill list that is clearly inconsistent with human characteristics.

The giant boar's power comes from brute force, the dragon flame lizard from sparks, and the thunderous gorilla from tough hide. While the specific effects are not visible, the meanings are easily understood from their names.

Roy's expression was strange. How exactly did these bloodlines originate in humans? Moreover, these four people's attributes were all much higher than Gerald's, so how did he become the second of the top ten experts?

Immediately, his gaze toward Gerald was filled with sympathy.

This kid was probably fooled by a group of people who were pretending to be weak but were actually strong. When it came to the recruitment test, he thought he was second, but suddenly three other friends jumped out and completely crushed him. It was truly terrifying.

Old John was right.

"What's wrong with you?" Gerald had already raised his wooden sword and started practicing. Seeing that Roy didn't react, he asked.

"Haha, I just thought everyone looked so strong," Roy replied with an awkward laugh.

"They do have some skill, but they're still a bit lacking compared to me." Gerald pointed the tip of his wooden sword at three of them. "Those three are quite strong, but they're still a step behind me. The others are far inferior."

He was referring to three people with special bloodlines.

It's obvious that not only these three, but also the other top ten masters are playing dumb. Only Gerald, that self-important fool, thinks he's really second.

Roy sighed and followed suit, swinging the wooden stick.

He awkwardly mimicked Gerald's stance, adopting what he called a "starting position." It was nothing more than gripping the middle of the stick with both hands, pointing diagonally towards the ground.

"Relax, Roy!" Gerald grinned at his stiff posture, a hint of superiority in his eyes. "Swordsmanship isn't about wielding a hoe; it's about fluidity and power! Watch me."

Gerald exhaled heavily, his wooden sword tracing an arc from the lower right to the upper left. The movement, though not particularly refined, was at least fluid and powerful, producing a strong, whistling sound as it cut through the air.

"This is a basic slash! The simplest part of swordsmanship!"

He remained smug about his swordsmanship, completely unaware that Roy's gaze held a hint of...contempt?

"Your technique was only 49%... Gerrard, you're still a long way from being a pro."

Immediately afterwards, he imitated Gerald and swung the wooden stick diagonally!

[Swordsmanship Training - Chopping (Wooden Stick)]

[Holding: Left hand moved up 3.2cm, right hand moved down 1.5cm]

[Standing posture: Center of gravity leaning forward 5.7%, feet too wide apart 8cm]

[Swing trajectory: deviates from the standard straight line by 12.3°, with excessive upward swing at the end]

[Force exertion: 97% of cases involve excessive arm force]

[Current action accuracy: 31%]

"31%..." Roy wasn't surprised. Swordsmanship was much harder to learn than wheat harvesting and forging. Fortunately, the information from the Eye of True Sight was unexpectedly accurate, allowing him to improve his mistakes bit by bit.

Moreover, True Sight is designed with specific movements based on the weapon he is holding, which is much better than Gerald teaching him, who is holding a wooden stick, while holding a wooden sword.

Following the guidance of the data, Roy slowly improved his movements, because the data was just cold numbers, and he could only rely on his physical intuition to reproduce the numbers, so the efficiency was not very high.

But compared to others, he was like someone guided by a top sword master, possessing a unique advantage!

He first adjusted the position of his hands holding the stick to the optimal grip point marked by the data, and then shifted his center of gravity slightly downward.

After adjusting everything, he followed the trajectory indicated by the data and swung the wooden stick in a more effortless way!

This was just a rehearsal before practice; the movements were smaller and slower than before, and to Gerrard, it looked like a slow-motion replay.

"Pfft..." A boy looked over from afar and couldn't help but laugh, "Gerald, are your companions using sticks to exorcise demons?"

Gerald, somewhat embarrassed, coughed and said, "Roy, since you've chosen to train with me, then train properly! Make your movements bigger! Show some spirit! You're so weak, you wouldn't even scare a chicken away!"

Roy paid no heed. With each swing of the stick, the data in front of him changed, prompting him to improve in which direction, towards the most effortless and most lethal stance.

Adjust the angle of your wrist rotation to make the trajectory of the stick tip straighter. Feel the slight twist in your core, using it to power your arms.

In sync with the rhythm of breathing, with each inhale and exhale, the movements and breath gradually become one.

When Gerrard saw that he was being ignored, he snorted angrily and turned away to train.

More than an hour passed, and Gerald had already completed the full set of movements several times before Roy finally adjusted his posture and prepared to start practicing his chopping.

"I've reached my limit with the movements; now it's time to apply force."

With repeated slashes, sometimes as fast as the wind, sometimes as slow as a snail, he gradually found the balance between the two, and the precision of his movements slowly improved.

By the time it gradually stabilized, it had reached over 80%.

He took a deep breath and sighed inwardly at the difficulty of practicing swordsmanship.

"It took me two hours to adjust my posture and power for just a basic chop. Fortunately, the next step is to repeat the practice and build muscle memory."

If others heard him say this, they might chase after him with sticks.

It took them several days to master a slashing technique that Drogon was barely satisfactory, and it's said that such a slash would get them cursed to death by the Perland mercenaries.

"Hmm?" Gerald keenly noticed that Roy's movements had become unusually precise. Although the range of motion was not large, the force was just right, and each swing of the stick had an indescribable smoothness, as if the stick was part of his arm.

When the action was finished, the stick hovered quietly in mid-air, its trajectory incredibly stable, without the slightest unnecessary swaying.

Gerald dares to say that he has only ever seen such precise manipulation and perfect application of force in Delock.

"No, no. It's definitely not that his swordsmanship has reached Delock's level," Gerald shook his head. "I've never used a wooden stick. Perhaps it's because wooden sticks are easier to control that he looks like a master?"

"Yes! That must be it!" He couldn't accept that Roy was progressing so quickly, so he forced himself to hypnotize himself.

The stick swung with a whooshing sound, and as the movements became more practiced, a faint energy, like a tiny electric current, seemed to flow throughout Roy's body.

That feeling is nowhere near as satisfying as the ultimate thrill of gaining attributes when harvesting wheat or turning the soil.

But something seems to have been quietly awakened.

You have learned the skill - Basic Swordsmanship Lv.1