I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

In this kind of environment, the biggest problem was what to do once I was in the air.

I had to find the right place to land.

For that reason, I had picked a landing spot while I was still hanging on to the boulder.

After rising into the air, I made sure to land on the spot I had picked out and immediately began running.

The path on the cliff shook from my impact and began to crumble.

Rumble...!

This path had clearly been unstable from the start.

“It’s collapsing!”

Only now did they realize what my previous shout had meant, and they began to run after me.

“R-run!”

I didn’t even need to turn around.

I could feel the path starting to crumble under us.

It wasn’t a landslide, but the scale wasn’t small either. If anyone was swept up in it, we wouldn’t even be able to find their bones.

I could feel them really close behind me. They seemed to be quite frustrated.

“Can’t you run a bit faster?!”

“No. This is my max speed.”

“Keuk...”

Seeing these knights get so flustered made me feel pretty good. Even though I was panting, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as I ran.

Behind me, the knights and Arzan quickly followed. Like this, we continued to run for our lives until we were off the cliff path.

***

The various attributes of the Strongest Technique in History each had their own strengths and weaknesses.

For example, Eldest Senior Brother’s Burgeoning Forest Technique was a very simple martial art.

Its specialty was its directness; just like a huge tree that shoots upward, it was strongest when it could ignore all the small branches and focus on one thing.

But that was only one type of technique.

The Dark Steel Demon Prohibition Technique that Second Senior Brother had learned and the Thousand-Faced Indestructible Technique that Fourth Senior Brother had learned each had their own specialties as well.

So what was the greatest strength of my Strongest Fire Technique?

It was my recovery.

One could ask what fire had to do with recovery, but I had heard before that fire represented the revival of one’s soul... or something like that.

In any case, just by learning this technique, my regeneration speed had increased greatly, and this regeneration didn’t just apply to healing wounds.

It showed the greatest effect during physical training: because it amplified my metabolism, my exhausted muscles rapidly recovered, meaning the time it would take me to train this body was greatly reduced.

That was why I was climbing the mountain without using internal energy.

Of course, it wasn’t without drawbacks.

Firstly, the pain that my body had to endure was beyond imagination. It was honestly better while moving; every time I stopped to rest, a side effect of the rapid regeneration was that my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart.

Secondly, my food consumption was increased. I scratched my head as I thrust my plate toward Osel.

“Another one.”

“...I believe you have eaten enough.”

“I’m in a growth period, so I need to eat a lot.”

“We need to conserve our food supplies.”

“Why? If we run out, we can just hunt wild animals.”

Hearing that, Osel let out a sigh.

“...Young master, we are knights, not hunters. And do you think hunting wild animals is that easy? In a way, it is much harder than killing monsters.”

“...”

Although I didn’t like his tone, he wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t an easy task to hunt mountain beasts at all.

“Oh no!”

“Be careful!”

As the knights shouted in embarrassment, I saw the troll running at me while roaring.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something swiftly move forward.

Slash!

I saw a flash of steel, and the troll stopped moving.

Although its outward appearance showed no change, I could see a small hole had appeared in its throat.

“Grrk...”

The gurgling of blood could be heard.

Looking to my side, I could see Arzan holding a very thin dagger.

“Butler, you’re pretty good?”

“I am not deserving of such praise.”

I wasn’t being sarcastic, I was genuinely impressed, but I ended up needing to say something as I saw her put her dagger back.

“But it looks like your experience only comes from sparring.”

“Pardon?”

“A troll won’t die from just that.”

Roaaaar!

As the troll got up and charged toward us again, I spun the ring on my middle finger. It was the artifact I had brought from the mansion, the Ring Sword.

As dim light surrounded the ring, it quickly changed into a clean sword.

I took a big step forward and stabbed the sword into the hole in the troll’s neck, into the wound created by Arzan.

Blood flowed out of the troll’s neck once more. Its eyes became bloodshot as it stared me down before blood started to pour out of them as well.

But since it had been attacked in a critical spot two times in a row, there was no way it could hold on. The troll fell to the ground.

Boom!

One shouldn’t become complacent when facing a troll. There was the possibility that it could be a mutant, so I stabbed it in its weak point several more times, ending the fight for sure.

As I was cleaning off the blood that had splashed on my face, the knights finished up their battle.

Belatedly, Osel ran toward me.

“Young master?”

He looked genuinely worried and rushed.

“Ah.”

I remembered what had happened on the cliff path before this fight.

The path had collapsed suddenly.

Even though I had been tired, it wasn’t to the point that I would lose my footing.

It wasn’t odd that Arzan hadn’t been able to catch me, but what about the knights behind me?

They would’ve seen me stumble, and they hadn’t been that far away from me either. If they’d wanted to, they probably could’ve grabbed me before I fell.

Of course, I hadn’t been certain, so I’d held on to the thought because I could’ve been wrong.

However, something similar had happened again: the weakness in the knights’ formation.

Compared to the knights’ rapid response, the opening had been too obvious.

As I’d stated before, I had an annoying habit: I always expected the worst. At this moment, a seed of doubt sprouted as a face appeared in my mind.

Fourth Senior Brother was a master of dirty tricks, plans, schemes, all sorts of underhanded things... including psychological warfare.

I remembered a phrase that Fourth Senior Brother had said a lot: “Smile for your friends, and smile more for your enemies.”

Osel finally reached me. “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding shocked.

Following my senior brother’s advice, I smiled.

“I’m fine.”