The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"You're back! What good stuff did I give you?"

Haifu looked at the two people who came in with curiosity, then exclaimed in surprise:

"A silver-forged steel breastplate!? Why did he give you that?"

Lorraine touched the breastplate she was already wearing and asked疑惑地问道, "Is this thing that famous?"

However, the elves' craftsmanship is truly exceptional; the clothes are incredibly comfortable to wear, and he felt no discomfort even when wearing them close to his skin.

He has decided that when he goes on adventures in the future, he will wear this breastplate inside and his own clothes on top.

If some blind fool thinks he's not wearing armor... humph, they'll be in for a world of hurt.

"Uh... that Morning Star Workshop is quite famous. I heard it was once criticized by the Elf King. But this breastplate is made of fine steel, so its quality is quite good. It has to be transported all the way from the Eternal Forest. I wonder how much the travel expenses will be."

Haifu described it with great enthusiasm, gesturing wildly.

The Eternal Forest is located in the heart of the continent and is home to the Elf Kingdom. It covers a vast area.

Its borders are adjacent to the southwestern border of the Kingdom of Ferma, so pointed-eared elves can often be seen in the western part of the kingdom.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Eternal Forest that, although the major human kingdoms on the continent have often been at odds and their borders have shifted over the years, no behemoth like an empire has ever emerged.

"And what about you?" Hef asked, looking at Piper.

Piper scratched his messy, reddish-brown hair and pulled the long-handled warhammer from behind his back.

[Volatility]

Type: Pole-loaded warhammer

Quality: Excellent

Weight: 12.5 kg

Length: 52 inches

Durability: 158/160

Equipment effects:

[Heavy Blow]: Attack speed -10%, but attacks have a chance to stun the enemy.

[Armor Penetration]: Deals additional damage to armored targets and shields.

Remark:

"This hammer has shattered seven suits of armor, three shields, a troll's head, and my master's patience."

—An unknown dwarf craftsman

......

"What the hell? This is your weapon!?"

Haif flipped over off the bar, staring wide-eyed at the hammer:

"I always saw you carrying that long pole on your back, and I thought it was a halfling tradition, but it turns out to be a warhammer??"

"Don't you halflings like to use daggers and shortbows? Or at the very least, hand axes and light hammers? What the hell is this long-handled warhammer?!"

"So scouts are already using this kind of weapon now," he murmured.

"Uh... Piper isn't a scout, Piper wants to be a barbarian," the little guy said smugly.

"Halfling...pole-wielding warhammer...barbarian..." Hef leaned against the bar, contemplating life.

"If you told me now that there's a mage who likes to wear heavy armor and wield a greatsword to chop people up, I wouldn't be surprised."

There are no mages... but what about warlocks?

Lorraine twitched the corner of her mouth and got down to business: "So, we've completed the mission. As for the combat skills...?"

Haifu paused, carefully examined the two of them, and slowly said:

"Combat skills require a long period of practice, so don't try to learn too much at once. I will choose one that is more suitable for each of you."

The short guy was surprised to find himself included. He asked, "Can Piper learn this too?"

Haifu smiled and explained to them:

"Some combat skills are not class-specific and are simple and easy to use."

For example, "Slam Strike," while not a barbarian combat skill, is quite suitable for your polearm.

The short man hesitated for a moment and said, "But Piper is learning 'Berserk,' won't that affect their progress?"

"If I'm not mistaken, 'Rage' can probably only be trained in combat?" Haif stroked his beard, pondering.

"How did you know?!"

"Hehe, then there's no problem. Practice 'Charged Strike' in your daily life until it becomes second nature. In battle, focus your attention on your 'Berserk' state."

Haif shook his head, offering no explanation as to how he figured it out.

"Because you usually don't seem to have anything to do with those two words at all..." Lorraine thought to herself.

"And you, Lorraine boy." Hef pondered for a moment, "Since you use a sword, I have a sword technique that's perfect for you."

"What sword technique?"

"Come with me."

Haif returned the rusty throat to him, then drew a longsword from behind the bar and led them to the open space in front of the tavern.

He held the sword horizontally in front of him, stood with his feet apart, and lowered his center of gravity.

"Watch closely!" he hissed.

Haifu stepped forward with his right foot, turning his entire body around. The force traveled from his toes to his fingers, causing his longsword to sweep horizontally from left to right.

"Buzz—"

The blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a low hum, like muffled thunder.

This is just the beginning.

With a flick of his wrist, he skillfully swung the longsword, which was still carrying momentum, around his head, and then slashed it downwards from the upper right!

This time it was faster and heavier than before; the sword almost turned into a streak of silver light in mid-air, and the buzzing sound turned into a whistling sound.

Finally, the third time.

"drink!"

Using the left foot as a pivot, the waist drives the body to rotate, and the falling longsword is swung upwards, drawing a diagonal arc.

"This sword technique is called 'Consecutive Slashes,' see that clearly, kid?"

Haifu took a breath and asked with a smile.

"most."

Lorraine hesitated before nodding.

The horizontal slash, the downward chop, and the upward sweep are not difficult movements; even anyone could pick up a sword and easily perform a few moves.

However, no amount of brute force is enough to execute these three actions consecutively within a little over a second.

After all, you need to contend not only with the weight of the sword itself, but also with your own strength and inertia.

"Oh? Don't be so stubborn, kid. Although it looks like I'm just spinning around and chopping people, I've been thinking about this for over ten years."

Haif looked at Lorraine suspiciously; he didn't believe the kid could grasp the knack so quickly.

"I'll give it a try."

Lorraine took a deep breath, pressed his hands against the hilt of the sword, and felt its warmth.

"Clang!—"

As he drew his sword, recalling Haifu's movements, he stepped forward with his right foot, lowered his center of gravity, and slashed horizontally!

The arm controls the longsword to pass over the shoulder, completing the shift, and then—slashes down!

The brain rapidly directed the body, and the waist muscles responded almost instantly, using inertia to rotate the body, and finally—swing upwards!

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Lorraine was panting heavily, his lingering injuries aggravated, causing him pain all over his body.

Although he completed the action, it took him a full three seconds, which would have been enough time for him to die several times over in actual combat.

Moreover, it's not smooth enough, and it could be countered at any time... he thought to himself.

"Sorry, it does seem a bit difficult." He looked at Haif.

Haif's expression was somewhat strange. His gaze shifted over Lorraine before he finally spoke after a long pause:

"My master once told me that some people are born to wield a sword. I didn't believe it at the time, thinking that hard work is the right path for a person to become a warrior, and talent is just an excuse for lazy people to fool themselves."

"But now I believe it."