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I wondered what Hector meant, but his expression was far more serious than I expected. I paused for a moment, then asked, "Could it be that he was actually teaching you?"
"That's right. What else could it be?"
"Your face looked so battered I thought he was just taking out his anger on you," I replied.
Hector let out a sigh. "Sir Barter can be a bit rough during sparring. Still, I can't really complain. He's giving up his own time to train me. Knight training is meant to be brutal."
I was well aware of that. The curriculum at the Badnikers' training camp had been modeled after the knights' training regimen.
"Sir Barter is not only a brilliant knight but also a great instructor. His teaching skills rival those of a Great Master," Hector praised.
"That impressive?"
"Yes." Hector touched his face. "The wounds were deep, but they didn't leave scars or last long. See? The swelling is already gone."
That was certainly true. I asked, "Then why did you act like that back then?"
"Back then?"
"When your face was swollen, you looked miserable."
"Ah..." Hector paused for a moment, then sighed again. "It was shame. No matter how strong Sir Barter is, I sparred with him every day since arriving at the academy but never even grazed his collar. I pushed myself...
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