"Thank you for your hard work." 

I greeted Marsen with the sword broken in half. It was decided that the spar was my loss because my practice sword broke in half. In fact, even if the sword did not break, I would have lost in the end because I was overwhelmingly lagging in swordsmanship.

Marsen smiled refreshingly, putting the scratched-up practice iron sword over his shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with my compulsion. It's surprisingly fun to spar with just pure swordsmanship without using any mana."

He stretched as if he had warmed up after a long time.

"By the way, did you learn swordsmanship from that Weger kid? It's Weger's swordsmanship style, the way you pretend to do some technique but overpower with strength," he asked in the empire’s language.

I nodded and answered in the same tongue, "Yes, although he is a little too old to be called a kid now.”

"Oh, is that so? Well, it's already been a while. Maybe I should stop by Olympus sometime.”

After the spar, Marsen and I put the swords back where they were, and the Fairies who were watching gathered around me.

"Are all the empire’s interpreters this good at swordsmanship?"

"Even though mana wasn’t used, it's the first time I've ever seen a match so even against Marsen-nim!"

“Please spar with me next time!” 

“No, with me!”

It was Marsen who stopped...