The Third Section of Fighting

  Reborn Ado walked on his father's fief, his eyes gazing blankly at everything around him. His slender and straight body had evenly developed muscles. The village girls who passed by him looked shyly at his handsome face. Perhaps it was because he ate better than others, but Ado's face didn't have the same dull color as others, nor did he have a rugged complexion like his brother Ivo. Instead, his posture seemed refined and elegant, without any hint of the roughness and crudeness typical of medieval nobles.

  The villagers around could clearly feel this discord, they knew Arwod, although he was the son of the lord who grew up here since childhood, but as a low-ranking nobleman, he was like a country gentleman, except when disputes occurred and needed Sir Wendel to make a ruling, other things were solved by the villagers themselves through convention, so apart from bloodline, they had nothing different, Little Arwod used to frolic with the village children, covered in mud all over his body, spitting saliva, and cursing the dirty words he learned.

  But now, they stared at this newly recovered Arwade with wide eyes, feeling that he seemed to be quite different from before. His demeanor was as if he were a noble from the provincial city, making him seem out of place among them. This created a sense of distance between many people and Arwade. They shook their heads, drew a rough cross on their chest with their right hand, and then turned around to attend to their own business.

  "This is the Middle Ages, it's really backward." Arwade muttered to himself in a low voice. He saw that most of the buildings in the village were crooked and dilapidated thatched cottages, while others were simply large pits dug into the ground with low and humble sheds covered with thatch on top. The peasants wore tattered clothes, occasionally scratching their bodies as if they had fleas, their hair was disheveled like weeds, men wore fur hats, and women wrapped their heads in scarves.

  "Drive it, dodge." At this time, the muddy road sounded with horseshoes. Arwade hastily turned around and saw his brother Ifu riding a sorrel horse galloping to his front, he was so reckless that he knocked down several fences outside the village houses, and the farmers looked at him helplessly.

  "Hey, my brother, are you trying to be a road killer?" Ah Ruo De stepped aside to avoid the horse that was being driven by a madman, but ended up stepping into a puddle of dirty water. His leather pointed shoes weren't very waterproof, and Ah Ruo De lifted his head with a sarcastic expression.

  "What?" Yifu's IQ couldn't understand what Aruo De meant by "road killer", but seeing his brother's awkward expression made him feel very good, so he generously didn't pursue Aruo De's rudeness.

  "What's the hurry?" Ardo asked, taking off his heavy leather boots and shaking out the water.

  "Of course it's you, take this and come with me." Yifu took out a long strip-shaped object from the left side of his mount and tossed it over to Arwo.

  "What's this?" Arvad looked at the long sword thrown over by Yifu with a puzzled expression. The sword was nearly two meters long, its leather scabbard cracked, and its body was covered in rust spots, clearly showing that it was an inferior iron sword.

  "Bring your sword and come with me. If Father insists that you be my attendant, at least let me see what you're capable of." Yi Fu pulled on the reins, and the sorrel horse snorted loudly, prancing towards a small grove outside the village. A Ruo De scratched his own neck, helplessly following behind.

  The fresh air in the morning made Arwade feel refreshed, and he held the inferior iron sword in his hand. As a man's childhood dream was to hold a precious sword and wear a heroic cloak, this rusty iron sword actually stirred up a small excitement in Arwade's heart.

  "Whoosh, whoosh" Ah Ruo De picked up the sword and started wielding it with ease. As an otaku, he had no concept of balance when it came to weapons, nor did he have any experience or techniques in using them.

  "What are you doing, you fool?" Yifu tied his horse to a crooked old tree and walked over with big strides, puffing out his chest.

  "What's wrong?" Arwade stopped awkwardly, holding his sword in his hand as if it were a royal scepter.

  He frowned, watching his brother's ridiculous behavior, and thought to himself that maybe the last time he had played a joke on him was a bit too much, and wondered if his stupid brother would become a drooling idiot.

  "Come, hold your sword well and let me see what progress you've made recently?" Yifu took off his linen cloak and casually threw it on the green grass at his feet. Underneath, he was wearing a typical Germanic linen tunic with an open collar, tight-fitting long trousers, and a cowhide leather scabbard hanging from his waist, with the hilt of the sword shining with metallic luster.

  "That's not fair!" Arwade looked at the sword hanging from Eifu's waist and immediately compared which one was more valuable. When he heard Eifu draw his sword, the clear sound of the scabbard and the sword body, the snow-white sword tip, and the straight sword body.

  Looking at the broken sword in his hand, it was not only rusty, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a crack in the middle, as if it had been broken and then reattached.

  "Haha, a beggar can't be picky." Yifu said mockingly, he swung his sword and gestured to Arwade to attack first. In Yifu's eyes, winning against his younger brother was a habit.

  "In that case, I won't be polite." Looking at Yifu's fat face and the disdainful attitude towards himself, Reborn Arode's mouth moved slightly, his eyes turned gloomy, but the arrogant Yifu didn't notice this.

  Arwade, who had been carelessly looking at his own sword just a moment before, suddenly pounced on Eve like a leopard. This unexpected attack did not surprise Eve, as in his impression, Arwade was not only weak in martial arts but also foolish. Every time he provoked him and got angry, he would always fight head-on with himself without knowing his own strength.

  The sound of sword striking sword echoed through the forest, as If relying on his tall stature, overwhelming power completely suppressed Arwade.

  "This guy, his strength is really impressive. But my body isn't bad either, at least it's much stronger than my otaku body." Arwade said in a low voice. Unlike humans in the 21st century who relied on advanced technology, people in the Middle Ages had to do everything with their physical strength. Moreover, as the second son of a knight, Arwade had received strict military training since childhood, so his physical abilities were excellent - agile, quick reflexes, and precise use of strength. However, due to the lack of inheritance rights and the resulting psychological inferiority complex, he always felt an uncontrollable mental block when facing his older brother. But this time was different.

  "What's going on, Master?" Yifu dodged Arude's sword that suddenly thrust out from the right side, its blade sharp and merciless, not at all like his usually dull brother.

  "Are you afraid?" Arwade swung his old sword while observing Eve's surprised expression. In the first collision of swords, he probed Eve's astonishing wrist strength. As the eldest son of the family, Eve received even more rigorous training and was a power-type warrior. So, Arwade quickly adjusted his attack strategy to avoid direct confrontation, striking from the side with swift footwork to dodge Eve's attacks.

  "Shut up, you coward!" The enraged yell rose from the young man as he raised his sharp long sword. At this moment, there were no gentle words like "brother" or "family" in his eyes. The furious would-be knight was eager to stab the creature in front of him with his sword. "Has this bear gone mad?!" Although Arwod, a seasoned otaku, had watched various Hollywood action movies where European machos wielded swords and slaughtered each other, as an audience member he appreciated such bloody battles. However, if he were the target himself, Arwod would only do one thing - turn around and run away.

  "Coward, craven." The eyes of Yifu were about to pop out as he saw the second son of the Wendel family, his own brother and attendant, turn around and flee without any hesitation, treating the honor of the nobility like snot from his nostrils.

  "Only a fool would stand there and let you chop him down." Arwade didn't have any knightly honor or anything like that, what he knew was that even if he got chopped down here, no one would come to save him. Luckily the forest was big enough, with tall pines as thick as a man's hug, Arwade hid behind them from time to time. The fresh scent of leaves filled his nostrils, and the fallen leaves on the ground were like a thick carpet. Arwade ran across this unfamiliar land, with his so-called brother chasing after him with a sharp sword.

  "Come out, I'm going to slaughter you, this rascal, so that you won't bring shame to the Wendel family in the future." Yves was thoroughly enraged, his eyes like those of a wild wolf, and he crouched down trying to dodge the branches above his head, but he was like a bear bursting into a porcelain shop, his massive body unable to conceal his tracks.

  "This damn thing, why hasn't it ended yet." Aruo De ran to a large cedar tree, the trunk of which was covered with green moss, and thick vines clung to the tree. Several unknown birds flew overhead, and the sky was obscured by a canopy of leaves and branches. Aruo De took a breath, but being chased by Yifu only fueled his anger. Although he was an otaku, he was a strong and independent technical otaku who had been living alone for a long time. When pushed to the limit, he would not hesitate to take action.

  "Let me think about what to do? First, set up a trap, but the tools, what should I use?" Aruo De narrowed his eyes and entered otaku mode, he inserted the iron sword beside him and habitually rubbed his hands together, his eyes scanning around while Yifu's voice got closer and closer.