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Reinhart had grown stronger in his own way. By constantly taking on dangerous challenges and rushing headlong into them, he had become stronger. That was Reinhart’s way.
Cliffman couldn’t use Reinhart’s method.
‘But is it truly impossible?’ Ellen wondered.
Cliffman’s talent was Combat. Ellen pondered what this talent meant. It was a talent in the broadest sense of the word—anything related to combat. A talent for winning battles. It encompassed the use of any weapon, yet Cliffman kept losing to Reinhart.
What exactly was Cliffman’s talent?
Crack!
Cliffman’s training sword crashed through Reinhart’s, breaking it. However, Reinhart, whose sword had been broken, pulled back swiftly, dodging Cliffman’s swing and grabbing him by the collar to throw him to the ground.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
Even in a situation where his sword was broken, Reinhart’s reaction speed was superior.
Watching Cliffman stagger to his feet, Ellen said, “Stop it.”
“Yeah, take a break. It’s not like today is the only day…”
“No, I can still go on…” Cliffman insisted.
Ellen glared at him. “You won’t get anywhere like this.”
Ellen swept up the broken pieces of the training sword with a broom and put them away. Then, she took the training sword from Cliffman’s hand and hung it on the rack.
“You need to do something different.”
“Different…?”
Cliffman tilted his head in confusion, and Ellen looked at Reinhart.
“Reinhart.”
“… Yeah?”
Reinhart didn’t know what Ellen was thinking.
“Can you bring that senior here?”
“What? You mean Olivia?”
“Yeah.”
“Why her all of a sudden?”
“I think she could help.”
Olivia’s help. Reinhart seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll ask her.”
Cliffman was bewildered, and Ellen stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the window of the training grounds, waiting for Olivia to arrive.
How long did they wait?
Creak.
“… Why are you looking for me?”
Olivia Lanche’s expression soured the moment she saw them. She had come reluctantly at Reinhart’s request, but was clearly displeased.
However, Ellen didn’t seem to harbor any hostility towards her.
Ellen understood.
Since the time she had shared her secret, Olivia’s hostility wasn’t that strong, and felt more like a mask. Even though they didn’t like each other, they knew that neither could pose...
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