Chapter 8 Growth and Swordsmanship

Gavin took a deep breath, bowed to Edmond and replied: "I don't hate Sir, I am grateful to my father for giving me life, and thank you for helping me and my mother."

After hearing this, Edmond did not speak but observed Gavin carefully and found that there was sincerity in his eyes, and a 6-year-old child was not pretending.

Gavin took the opportunity to muster up his courage and said: "Sir, I have a method of making salt. It can extract coarse sea salt and turn it into expensive refined salt. The production method is quite simple. I would like to dedicate this method to your lord to thank you for your many years." To take care of me and my mother.”

After hearing this, Edmund smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry about the refined salt. I think, since you have guessed your life experience, I want you to come back to live in the castle with me. But after returning to the castle, I will let Coach Ryan train you in swordsmanship, can you bear the hardship?"

Gavin was very surprised after hearing this, and quickly replied: "Of course, Sir, I am very much looking forward to learning swordsmanship, and I hope to become a glorious knight with it in the future."

After hearing this, Edmond laughed loudly, rubbed Gavin's hair, and said: "Then it's settled, little Gavin, I will send someone to pick you and your mother up in the afternoon. I hope you can work hard and become a good person in the future. A mighty knight."

Gavin and his mother have returned to live in the castle. The night after returning to the castle, Gavin took the written salt-making method and handed it to Sir Edmond.

After simply calculating the profits, Edmund was surprised. With the profits from salt production, the family could become stronger, which undoubtedly brought a stable income to the Cotoyin family.

Looking at Gavin in front of him, he felt that he had done the right thing by bringing Gavin back to the castle. In this way, Gavin officially lived in the castle.

The territory will select innocent young children from the families of territorial soldiers for training from an early age, and Gavin also participated. After more than ten days of training, occasionally after the group training in the morning, Coach Ryan would give Gavin some light exercises in the afternoon.

It was still early in the morning, and the sun was still half-hidden behind the clouds and had not yet fully risen.

Gavin stood neatly on the training field in front of the stables with a dozen young children who were full of expectations and nervousness. Their eyes were all focused on Coach Ryan with his arms folded across his chest and a serious look on his face.

Coach Ryan glanced majestically at the young children in front of him, and said in a calm and powerful voice: "Children, from today on, I will teach you how to use a sword. And the sword will be your most important partner in the future! The sword is not only It is a weapon, and it is a symbol of your honor, courage and faith. When using the sword, you must have a steady heart, a steady hand, and a firm gaze. Remember, every time you swing the sword, you must have strength. You must go all out with your sword, because on the battlefield, your sword is your life!”

Coach Ryan paused and then said: "Now the first thing you must learn is to hold the sword."

Soon the time came to the afternoon, and Gavin received a notice that Coach Ryan asked him to come over. Gavin, who knew the benefits of Xiaozao, rushed over excitedly.

After seeing the coach, Gavin saluted respectfully and said, "Good afternoon, Coach Ryan."

Coach Ryan glanced sideways at Gavin and said loudly and carelessly: "Boy, don't wait any longer when you come. Start with the basics first!" After saying that, he threw a wooden sword to Gavin.

Gavin hurriedly caught the wooden sword and nervously waited for the instructor's next instruction.

Coach Ryan straightened his body and said in a loud voice: "Today we will learn to swing the sword first, watch out!" He saw his feet spread shoulder-width apart, his body slightly leaning forward, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and exerting all his strength. Swing the wooden sword from the right to the left, the movements are smooth and flowing, and the momentum is magnificent.

Gavin tried to act like a teacher, but his movements seemed extremely clumsy, the swing of his arms was pitifully small, and his strength was completely in the wrong direction. His whole body was crooked and uncoordinated.

"Hey! Boy, are you chasing flies away? Pay attention to the strength of your arms, and use the rotation of your waist to drive your arms!" Coach Ryan shouted at the top of his lungs.

Gavin immediately blushed and tried again, barely passing, but still missing the point.

Next, Instructor Lane began to teach chops. He held the wooden sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and then slashed it downwards, shouting loudly: "Like this, use all your strength!"

Gavin followed suit. The first time he chopped, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground due to excessive force.

"Steady! Steady! The power must be released evenly, don't exert yourself like a headless fly!" Coach Ryan shouted angrily with his eyes widened.

With repeated attempts, Gavin gradually got the hang of chopping and became more proficient in his movements.

After that, the instructor began to teach straight thrust. "Boy, when you thrust straight, keep your eyes on the target, move your body's center of gravity forward, and straighten your arms!"

When Gavin first started stabbing, he was always unable to hit the target accurately, and the speed was as slow as a snail's crawl.

But he gritted his teeth. Under the strict teachings of Coach Ryan and his unremitting efforts, Gavin gradually mastered the technique of direct thrust, and his speed and accuracy were significantly improved.

At the end of the day's training, Gavin was panting and sweating from exhaustion, but his eyes were full of dedication to swordsmanship and longing for the future.

When Gavin returned home, he suddenly discovered that there were new changes on the panel, and there was an additional skill - Swordsmanship: Getting Started. There is a plus sign after it.

Gavin stared at the panel with a fiery gaze, and shouted in his heart: "Finally I've gotten started!" Then he added the last energy point without hesitation.

The swordplay was instantly changed from getting started to being familiar, and some experience and skills of holding and using the sword instantly emerged in his mind, as if he had practiced swordplay for many years and experienced countless battles.

Holding the sword again, it seemed that the sword had merged with him. Looking at the panel and feeling the effect of the skills, Gavin thought: "With the panel, I can learn almost any skill quickly, but it's not easy to get energy points."

After ending these complicated thoughts, Gavin fell asleep with fatigue all over his body.

Time flies, and time quickly came to the 291st year of the Aegon calendar.

On the training ground, a young man stood there with a sword, his silver-gold hair shining in the sun, a pair of deep and bright purple eyes on his handsome face, and a training sword in his upright posture. It was Gavin, who was already 14 years old, standing opposite Coach Ryan. The eyes of both of them were full of determination and concentration.

"Gavin, let me see how much you have improved over the years!" Coach Ryan shouted and took the lead in attacking.