Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 11 – 10 New Job Panel – [Militia]

Near evening, an exhausted Rein bid farewell to Blacksmith Boris and returned to the Habsburg manor.

After hastily taking care of dinner, he fell asleep deeply in the dormitory.

The next morning, the young servants were gathered together, and they were greeted by a tall and burly man walking towards them.

This burly man had blond hair stiff like the bristles of a wild boar, thick brows over big eyes, a resolute face, and a bastard sword hanging at his waist which gave him a very steady presence when he walked.

“I am your swordsmanship instructor, Humbert. What you will be learning is the basic swordsmanship that all militia must master,”

“Has anyone among you learned swordsmanship before?”

Having said this, the burly man scanned the group with his large eyes.

Only George, somewhat excitedly, raised his right hand, saying, “Reporting to Instructor Humbert, I’ve learned!”

“What kind of swordsmanship? For how long?”

“Basic swordsmanship as well, for about… two years, I guess.” George seemed to recall his learning process, his intermittent practice amounting to about two years in total.

He had intended to understate the amount of practice to highlight his natural talent for swordsmanship, but under Humbert’s piercing gaze, he ended up revealing the truth.

Humbert nodded and said, “Anyone else?”

No one responded.

“If no one else will, then you, come up here and demonstrate the basic swordsmanship you’ve learned.”

“Ah? Me… demonstrate?… Alright!” Clearly, George was a bit nervous facing the robust Instructor Humbert.

After taking the iron-wooden sword that Humbert handed him, George took up a swordsmanship starting pose and began to hack and chop vigorously.

The servants, having never learned basic swordsmanship, watched with great interest, thinking that George executed the basic swordsmanship quite well.

“Stop! Not bad! You may step down,” Humbert said with a slight frown, waving his hand.

“Oh… oh, okay, Instructor.” George, having received praise from the instructor, was visibly elated.

However, Rein could see that Humbert did not seem satisfied with George’s demonstration of basic swordsmanship.

Rein, however, thought to himself that George was quite good, both in terms of strength and proficiency with the techniques, at least far better than himself.

Because he hadn’t learned basic swordsmanship.

George returned to the group with a smile, seemingly very delighted that he had received the instructor’s praise on the first day of swordsmanship training.

The group of servants, led by Humbert, headed to the training ground in the middle of the outer courtyard.

The real second-generation kids did not come today.

This was the servants’ first time at the training ground, and they couldn’t help looking around curiously.

Under the awning, there were blunt two-handed swords, one-handed swords, shields, Riding Spears, and all sorts of training gear like training armor and thick padded jackets.

But all these had nothing to do with the servants.

The instructor led them to a place with only wooden shortswords hanging, pointed and said:

“There! Each of you take a shortsword and after you’ve got it, line up!”

Suddenly, the group noisily went up and each person took a sword.

“What’s this? Wooden swords, a child’s toy? My five-year-old brother plays with this kind of thing,” Freckles said disdainfully, looking at the wooden sword.

“George, the swordsmanship you just did was quite something! I feel like you’re much better than me!”

“Eh, Freckles, have you also learned basic swordsmanship before?” George asked, surprised.

“Of course, my uncle is a mercenary. I learned a bit from him since I was young, but I’ve nearly forgotten it all,” Freckles boasted with pride.

After all, in his opinion, when it came to swordsmanship among all the young servants, he was the second strongest after George.

“Not bad, George and Freckles, it looks like you two are going to shine!” the Baker’s son exclaimed admiringly.

“Yeah, now a certain someone can’t attract attention by fixing hooves anymore, right? Men should be all about physical strength!” Freckles glanced sideways at Rein and said.

“You…” George was becoming impatient to hear more.

But Rein shook his head, dismissing George’s desire to argue with the others. After all, it was just idle talk, and he didn’t lose anything from it—arguing with a bunch of fake second-generations was pointless.

And who said that if you have a foundation in swordsmanship, I definitely couldn’t catch up?