Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Olga?" Roy was scanning the boys wielding wooden swords with his True Sight, preparing to pick an easy target, when a familiar figure came into view.

His ribs protruded slightly on his chest, his youthful face always wore a smile, and his two slender arms seemed to have grown, with several obvious muscles bulging on his upper arms.

Roy glanced at Olga and saw that her strength had increased to 0.6, most likely due to the training she received with that stone.

In addition, he has an extra skill called "Basic Swordsmanship". Although his proficiency is just over 0, it symbolizes his hard work.

"Roy!" Olga saw him from afar, grinned, and ran over like a little animal rushing toward its mother.

Roy was already slightly taller than Olga, but not by much, which surprised Olga. She stood on tiptoe to measure her height and muttered, "You've grown so fast."

Indeed, in just over ten days, he has grown more than ten centimeters, averaging one centimeter a day. This growth rate is comparable to that of sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers in their growth spurt.

"Roy, you didn't drink some kind of wizard-made growth potion, did you?" Olga asked with a worried look.

From these teenagers' perspectives, only mysterious superhumans could enable someone to grow so quickly. And among superhumans, the most mysterious are wizards.

Olga's words made Gerrard suddenly start to wonder if such a possibility really existed.

Roy received help from the wizard, which is why his power progressed so quickly.

By the way, didn't Roy meet the wizard before? Maybe that's when he got some benefits?

He felt a strong urge to find Roy and get to the bottom of things.

"What are you talking about? How could a wizard help me? He wouldn't get anything out of it." Roy flicked Olga on the forehead, seemingly oblivious to the fact that everyone else's expressions were starting to look strange.

The three bloodline holders, Jakka the Giant Boar, Dragonfire Lizard, and Thunder King Kong, seemed to realize something, and their gazes toward Roy were filled with special attention.

A barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed in Delock's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Alright, where is your attention? Practice your swordsmanship properly!" he shouted. The boys responded with sparse echoes, continuing to imitate his movements and refine their swordsmanship.

In fact, Olga's words served as a warning to Roy: every time he revealed something special, it would be magnified by others, leading to suspicion and distrust.

Mere suspicion won't affect Roy much, but if that suspicion intensifies to a certain extent, it might turn into someone else's covetousness.

Even if the truth behind his growing strength is not due to the help of a wizard, people with a suspicious nature will still accuse him of having received help from a wizard.

"Becoming one of the top ten masters is necessary, but... I can't reveal too much of my strength." Roy made his decision.

Therefore, he needs to find the weakest opponent.

In the time that followed, he blended seamlessly into the crowd and diligently practiced the basic moves he had not yet mastered, following the guidance of the Eye of True Sight.

Until the sun began to set in the west.

The boys, drenched in sweat, busily grabbed their sticks and water bags, ready to go home.

Their arms were trembling from the excessive swinging during practice, but each of them still held onto one thought.

Once you get back, intensify your training!

Even though the top ten masters have shown strength that is beyond their reach, how can they not compete and live up to all their efforts over the past few days?

At that moment, the blood-red shadow of the setting sun reflected on Roy, as if he were wearing a blood-red cloak.

Before Brenda left, he resolutely strode towards him, holding the stick high.

"Brenda, do you dare accept my challenge?"

The air became deathly still, but this silence lasted only a moment before being drowned out by a sudden burst of noise.

"Who is he?"

Some people recognized Roy and exclaimed in surprise:

"You've only been here two weeks and you already want to challenge the top ten masters!?"

Brenda, with his wooden sword resting on his right shoulder, twitched his face and said angrily, "Are you sure? Our fight isn't about strength. If my sword touches your vital points, you've lost."

He was reminding Roy that, regardless of whether Roy's strength surpassed his own, Roy would at least need matching swordsmanship to be qualified to challenge him.

The purpose of the reminder was naturally not for Roy's sake.

Rather, it was to defend one's dignity.

However, from another person's perspective, this is clearly an attempt to avoid war.

"Brenda, defeat him!"

"Don't let him underestimate you!"

"Let him know how powerful the top ten masters are!"

Such shouts were putting pressure on Brenda's nerves. After all, he was just a young man with limited experience, and he couldn't remain calm under the instigation of so many people.

"You forced me to do this, challenger." Brenda's eyes were bloodshot. She briefly recalled the name of the person in front of her, and her angry words eventually turned into a contemptuous sneer.

"Oh, it's you, little girl."

It's clear that within the boys' small circle, Roy has already been given a rather unpleasant nickname.

"Drok!" Brenda growled, twisting her stiff neck, her confidence reaching its peak.

Give him the sword!

The next moment, before Delock could react, Gerald expressionlessly swung the wooden sword in his hand, which Roy caught steadily.

The wooden sword, several times heavier than the stick, pressed down on his palm. Roy felt it for a moment, then tossed it back to Gerald.

With the True Sight Eye providing swordsmanship instruction specifically for wooden sticks, he was not used to the slightly heavier wooden sword, which affected his grasp of basic moves.

If you're going to hide your strength, you have to do it at your peak.

"I request permission to use a stick."

Delock's voice boomed like thunder, almost like a lion's roar: "Roy, are you sure? With the strength of these wooden swords we ordered, an ordinary wooden stick wouldn't withstand a single blow!"

Roy's gaze swept over the dark-colored wooden sword, and the material revealed by his True Sight was Dragon's Roar Wood, which should be the native wood of this world, with a hardness of 1.3.

He then examined the pebbles beside him for comparison and discovered that the wood was even harder than the stone.

In my memory, the iron sword he and Gerald forged together had a hardness of 5.6.

The iron sword could probably cut through the wood called Dragon Roar Wood with ease, while the wooden stick in his hand had a hardness of only 0.2, meaning it would break with a single bend. Delock's statement that it "couldn't withstand a single blow" was not an exaggeration.

but……

Roy's lips curled slightly as he brandished the wooden stick in his hand, assuming a fighting stance.

With his elbows raised high and the tip of his staff tilted downwards, his steps were as steady as those of an old swordsman.

"Your starting stance... is very solid." Brenda frowned slightly, swinging her wooden sword as she faced Roy in the same position.

He couldn't see through the short man in front of him.

However, Roy could easily see through him completely.

Therefore, he has absolute confidence.

The wooden stick swept through the wind and struck Brenda's chest from below.