This was a conversation that had been repeated countless times between them, like a greeting of sorts. Usually, this was where their exchange would end and each man would pursue their own training. But today was different.
“How about it, Climb. Would you like to try crossing swords?”
At Gazef’s words, Climb’s blank expression almost faltered for an instant.
Up until now, they had never crossed swords upon meeting at this location. It was their unwritten rule.
There was nothing to be gained even if they were to train together. No, it wouldn’t be completely fruitless, but the cons greatly outweighed the pros.
There was currently a power struggle between the King’s faction and an alliance between three of the six great noble families. The situation was dangerous enough for there to be rumors that the only reason the Kingdom is not split is because of the yearly war against the Empire.
In the midst of that struggle, if the personal confidant of the King, Gazef Stronoff — though highly unlikely — were to lose, it would give the nobility faction a great boon.
On the other hand, the nobles would jump at the obvious outcome of Climb’s defeat to whisper that he is unfit to protect Renner. There were many who disliked the idea of the beautiful, unmarried princess trusting a lone soldier with her protection, one with an uncertain background no less.
Both were in a position where they could not lose.
They could not appear weak, to show a weak point that could be exploited in an attack. The two were of one mind in that they were both carefully cautious as to not hurt their respective masters.
For what reason would he break the unwritten rule?
Climb looked around his surroundings.
Because there was no one else here? That was unthinkable. This was an abode of demons.
There was no end to those who would watch from afar or observe them while hidden. But he could not think of any other reason.
Unable to figure out his intentions, Climb did not allow his puzzling agitation to show on his face.
The man standing in front of Climb was a warrior hailed as the strongest in the Kingdom. Keenly sensing the brief instance of emotion that an ordinary person would miss, he spoke.
“Only recently, something occurred that made me realize that I was lacking. I would like to practice with someone who is competent.”
“Stronoff-sama did?”
Gazef, the strongest in the Kingdom, just what sort of incident could make him feel inadequate?
Climb suddenly remembered that the number of troops in Gazef’s unit had decreased.
Climb did not have any close comrades so he had heard it from a rumor circulating around the mess hall. According to the story, they had lost a number of their troops after being embroiled in an incident.
“Yes. If I had not met the merciful magic caster, if he had not lent us his strength, I would not be here right now—.”
Hearing this, Climb felt his iron mask crumble. No, just who could remain unsurprised? Before he knew it, Climb’s curiosity got the better of him and he posed a question.
“Who was that merciful magic caster?”
“…He called himself Ainz Ooal Gown. This is just a hunch, but I feel that he may rival even that monster of a magic caster in the Empire.”
He had never heard of that name.
Climb looked up to the heroes and had a hobby of collecting stories of their feats. He ignored their races and even collected stories of famous adventurers from the nearby countries. But even so, the name Gazef spoke just now was unfamiliar to him.
Of course, there was a possibility that it was an alias.
“Th-then— *cough!”
Climb held back the desire to question him further.
Trying to ask him about an incident that cost him his soldiers… even rudeness has its limits.
“I will engrave his name in my heart. …But, is it really fine for us to spar?”
“Not a spar, simply crossing swords. What you get out of it solely depends on you. … You yourself are a first rate soldier amongst the country’s troops. It should benefit me as well.”
Although it was a high praise, to Climb, they were merely empty words.
It wasn’t that Climb was particularly strong, only that the standard was low. The skills of a soldier of the Kingdom were only slightly better than that of its ordinary citizens. Even compared to the ‘Knights’, the Empire’s enlisted soldiers, they were weak. There was also no one in the nearby countries with military distinction. Gazef’s troops were indeed strong, but even so, compared to Climb they fell slightly short. If Climb were to evaluate himself according to the ranks of adventurers, with copper, iron, silver, gold, platinum, mithril, orichalcum, and adamantium, he would be gold. Not weak, but there were many above him.
Could someone like that be considered worthwhile to a man like Gazef? A man, who would, without a doubt, be placed in adamantium class?
Climb shook off such weak thoughts.
The strongest man in the Kingdom was offering to train him. This kind of experience would not come often. Even if the end result is that he disappoints Gazef, there would be no regrets.
“Then I ask for your guidance.”
Gazef grinned and eagerly nodded his head.
The two approached the weapon rack and each picked a sword that fit their size. Gazef chose a bastard sword, Climb a small shield and broadsword.
Climb then took out the metal chunks from his pockets. Facing someone stronger than himself with them was a discourtesy. Not only that, he would have to fight with everything he had for the training to benefit his growth. His opponent was the strongest warrior in the Kingdom. A tall, thick wall must be felt with one’s full strength.
Now that Climb was finished with his preparations, Gazef asked.
“How are your arms? Are they still sore?”
“Yes, I am fine now. They are slightly worn but will not be a problem for my grip.”
Climb flexed both his hands. Seeing that he was telling the truth, Gazef once again nodded.
“I see. … That is a shame in its own way. One will rarely be in perfect condition on the battlefield. If your grip suffers then you must fight in a way to compensate it. Have you ever trained with those conditions?”
“Hm, No. I have not. Then I will resume my swings and…”