Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"This sword technique is called Parry and Upward Slash. It's a defensive counter-attack technique." Perland held the wooden sword horizontally in front of him, his feet firmly planted in the ground. "As the name suggests, this technique can only be used when parrying, borrowing the opponent's strength to launch an appropriate counter-attack."

"However..." Perland shook his head, "The prerequisite for using this sword technique is that the opponent's attack power cannot be much greater than yours; otherwise, you can't even block it, so what's the point of talking about an upward slash?"

"This is also a sword technique I learned from my swordsmanship instructor in order to wipe out the bandits. Never use this move against those incredibly strong monsters."

Perland did not demonstrate the sword technique to Roy again, because he had already used it to parry the upward slash during their earlier probing, and the feeling of having his own power used by someone else was too embarrassing to talk about.

"Well? Have you decided which sword technique you want to choose?" Perland bowed slightly. Through Roy's answer, he could roughly understand the boy's temperament.

Choosing the Spinning Slash indicates high aspirations and a willingness to challenge the limits. Young people are often inexperienced and have lofty ambitions, making this the most popular choice.

The straight thrust is a technique specifically designed for humanoid targets. Although it may not be visually impressive, it is highly aggressive and is typically used by brave and fierce individuals.

The parry and upward strike are self-evident; most people who learn this move are quite steady.

In the previous probing, Roy even dared to retaliate against Perland after being suddenly attacked, leading Perland to guess that Roy's desire to attack was very strong and that he would choose between a spinning slash and a straight thrust.

"I choose... a straight thrust." Roy hesitated for only half a second before making his choice.

What he needs is to quickly master swordsmanship, preferably a killing technique, to deal with Delock. A straight thrust is undoubtedly the best fit for his needs.

"Good eye." Perland straightened his back, changed his grip on the wooden sword from horizontal to vertical, and pointed the tip diagonally at the ground. "Although the straight thrust may seem simple and no different from a stabbing, it is a deadly move that can tear through defenses in an instant. With your strength, if you can master the straight thrust, you can easily penetrate even ordinary leather armor."

Perland's example reminded Roy of the leather armor on Delock's body, which, though not heavy, was quite defensive, and his gaze became even more determined.

The next moment, Perand took a half step forward, his front knee slightly bent, his back foot firmly planted on the ground, his whole body taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

"The key to a straight thrust is not the power from the hand, but the waist and hips leading the whole body—pushing off the ground, turning the waist, extending the shoulder, and drawing the sword; the power must be delivered in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation..."

Time flies.

Perland's explanations were easy to understand, and he would occasionally adjust Roy's posture. Although Roy had never seen his attitude towards the other ten masters, he always felt that this mercenary cared about him a lot.

Perhaps it was just his imagination; maybe the mercenary poured all his energy into every student.

With Perland's adjustments, Roy's straight thrust quickly reached a level where True Sight could recognize it, and a whole set of densely packed motion correction schemes suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He also discovered that the True Sight Eye would only provide feedback if the accuracy of the movement exceeded 30%, and if the movement was accidentally distorted, the data in front of him would be cleared instantly.

Adjusting the movements according to the corrective plan was undoubtedly much faster than relying solely on Perland to correct them. More than three hours passed in the blink of an eye; as dusk approached, the afterglow cast long shadows of the two men.

Roy took a deep breath, straightened his arms, and suddenly exerted force in his waist and hips, thrusting out the wooden sword with a whooshing sound—his movements had already imitated the basic form of Perland's demonstration. This straight thrust concentrated all his strength, making it more powerful than the previous casual thrusts.

"Hiss..." As he finished his move, Roy couldn't help but gasp and put his hand on his side.

The continuous exertion of the waist and hips for more than three hours caused waves of soreness in that area.

Each straight thrust is propelled by the rotation of the waist, rushing to the elbow before being unleashed. While not as exaggerated as the power of a spinning slash originating from the feet and affecting the entire body, it still puts a strain on the waist muscles.

"With 60% accuracy in the movement, you can barely manage to thrust. To accurately hit the target area, you probably need around 80% accuracy."

While Roy was not entirely satisfied, Perland, who was standing to the side, noticed the fluidity and explosiveness of his attack, and his pupils contracted slightly.

When he first learned this move, it took him a whole day just to find the right feeling for exerting force. But Roy only needed three hours to not only master the core techniques but also to integrate the force. His comprehension and focus far surpassed those of his peers.

On a whim, he stepped back into the hut and emerged a moment later with a small earthenware jar in his hand.

"Your progress...is beyond my expectations." In fact, he had never let anyone stay in his courtyard for more than three hours. Even his true disciple, Delock, only asked him for some pointers before returning home to practice.

The reason Roy was allowed to stay was because his progress was too rapid. With each blink of Perland's eyes, his movements changed, and they were improving in the right direction.

His expectations of Roy rose even higher.

It was this one point that prompted him to take out the secret medicine he had been keeping for a long time.

"This is a secret medicine I used when practicing swordsmanship. It has miraculous effects on muscle soreness and even wound healing."

"Pour some medicine into your palm, rub it to warm it up, apply it to your waist and massage for a while until the medicine is absorbed before you start practicing."

Roy took the earthenware pot, a warm feeling rising in his heart, and quickly nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Perland."

"Alright, go back now. Be careful not to hurt your back while practicing." The mercenary's fierce-looking scar looked so gentle and kind in the glow of the setting sun.

Although he was introduced by that scheming Delock, it doesn't diminish the fact that he was a benefactor in Roy's life.

He bowed deeply to the mercenaries, his expression solemn.

"Master Perand, forgive my intrusion, but if I master the straight thrust, may I return?"

"Young man..." Perland's eyebrows twitched. "There are only two weeks left before the conscription. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"unless……"

"unless?"

Perland stroked his short, stubble: "Today, I made a shallow notch in that tree with a straight thorn. Do you remember where it is?"

Roy nodded quickly. The wooden sword was not sharp at all, yet it managed to pierce the hard tree trunk slightly, a fact that left a deep impression on him.

"Next time you come, if you can use a straight thrust to penetrate to the exact same spot, I will teach you other sword techniques."

"Thank you, Master Perland!" Roy immediately bowed excitedly, then turned and ran away quickly.

He couldn't wait to get home and continue practicing!

"Young man, it's not easy to pierce the same spot as me with such precision."

Watching Roy run away, Perland murmured to himself.

If he can do it so quickly, it means he has a natural talent. Why not teach him more sword skills?

As he pondered this, a smile crept onto Perland's lips.

He turned around and went back to the courtyard.