“Armor Breaker Urich? He’s probably a nobody.”0

The jousting tournament contestant who said that nearly died from multiple broken ribs. Urich had finished both the round of thirty-two and sixteen in a single blow.1

Woosh.0

The jousting tournament was good entertainment. Every time Urich moved with Kylios, the hem of his robe fluttered. Because of his armor, he didn’t look like a barbarian at all. Rather, his knight-like horseback riding skills sent the crowd into a frenzy.1

‘All those lessons from Pahell are paying off.’0

Pahell was a much better horseback rider than the average knight. Urich had learned from someone like him, and his bond with Kylios was unlike other knights.2

‘The way Kylios moves, it’s almost like he’s reading my thoughts. He feels like an extension of my legs.’1

Over the two rounds, the bond between Urich and Kylios only grew thicker. Urich wasn’t the only one who had tasted victory. Horses were intelligent animals. Kylios too was drunk on victory. On the days he returned from a victory, his feed was full of fresh vegetables.1

“Urich! Urich! Urich!”0

The crowd chanted his name.0

“That was excellent, Urich,” Phillion said as he looked at Urich who was making his way back from the arena. He helped Urich remove his armor like his squire.0

“They’re all cowards who are afraid of the spear. They hesitate, so their spears have no power in them. Their horses know that their masters are scared, too.”1

Urich said excitedly. The exhilaration from the match was yet to be diffused, so his shoulders were shrugging up and down as his eyes...0