Returned Lord Wants To Rest - Returned Lord Wants To Rest chapter 74

Episode 74.

The event match against Pastar is in two weeks.

I don’t know how much I can get used to hand-to-hand combat in the remaining time.

However, I didn’t want to lose even one before I could deal with Pastar properly.

“Amis, I think I’m getting used to it now, but I think I can raise the difficulty a bit more.”

Armis’ training method was quite familiar.

It was a training that reminded me of the swordsman.

Training that only sparring.

Of course, compared to the Sword Saint, Amice’s training was no different from that of an angel.

“You’re growing pretty fast.”

Repeatedly avoiding Amice’s attack and attacking me in the gap.

But Armis was taking care of a lot for me, and I was aware of him too.

With the repetition of such actions, my posture gradually became closer to that of bare-body combat.

After the last sparring, Amice said.

“After two weeks, I’ll fight Pastard barefoot…”

“Is it too difficult?”

Pastard seemed more accustomed to fighting barefoot than I was.

That’s what I saw when I was dealing with an ogre.

“Pastar is actually from the back alley.”

“Are you from the back alley?”

“So to speak, before I met a proper teacher, I was just a common hoodlum in a back alley.”

Pastard was a gangster.

“Have you ever seen a gangster fight?”

Amice’s words reminded me of Number One.

A solid guy to be called a knave.

In the first meeting with Number Wan, he took out a knife.

Perhaps it was a threat.

“I’ve never dealt with a gangster before.”

“They basically use their fists.”

“A fist…?”

The knave I saw wore a sword.

“Oh, sure, there are knives who use knives, but usually fists come first.”

“okay.”

“Pastar was also a knave with a little punch. Do you know what this means?”

“It sounds like you’re more used to fighting naked than me.”

Amis nodded.

“After learning the sword, I mainly use the sword, but there are many times when I use my fists, so Pastard will be more used to hand-to-hand combat.”

Even if Pastar was better at hand-to-hand combat than I was, I didn’t want to lose.

Even if I don’t win, I will never lose.

“By the way, do you know the biggest difference between Pastaar and Suhar?”

“hmm···.”

The biggest difference is probably the weight class.

Even with body strengthening, Pastard is bigger.

“The point is that you have a master who will teach you how to fight naked.”

different from my thoughts.

“That makes a difference too. But why is that…”

Are there any clues to the presence or absence of a teacher?

“Pastar’s bare-body fights were all over the back alleys. On the other hand, what I am teaching is the proper fighting technique.”

“Does that have much to do with it?”

Amis nodded vigorously.

“All places where I revealed gaps are vital points.”

I was aware of that too.

“But the back alley gangster doesn’t know such a vital point. I just swing my fist.”

Is it like that?

But Pastar is a sword master.

“Doesn’t pasta know its vitals? He’s a sword master in name.”

“The vital points of swords and fists are very different. Of course, there are parts that are the same.”

I don’t understand much.

approached indiscriminately.

Amice added an explanation as if he had noticed my feelings.

“Hmm… have you ever aimed for the chin with a sword?”

It’s a chin…

I’ve never bothered to

If you’re aiming, you’ll be aiming elsewhere.

“It doesn’t seem like anything.”

“But when I punch, I aim for the chin.”

Toner came to mind.

Obviously, I also aimed for the chin when dealing with Toner.

“Yes. But Pastard would know such an easy-to-understand place.”

“I didn’t just show my chin through the gap.”

“ah···.”

Armis showed me several gaps.

In other words, it was a place where you could inflict great damage with your fists.

“There is only one thing you will do from now on. It strikes a vital point and inflicts a fatal wound.”

“I see… if that’s the way…”

I started to think that I could beat Pastard.

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No, you can definitely win.

‘Let’s see, Pastaar.’

I will win a bare-chested match against Pastar, and even beat a match for the championship.

***

With a week left before the event match against Pastar, I went to Ephinia.

“Ephinia, do you still have that book?”

“Yeah, but it’s very strange…”

What do you mean the book is weird?

This question came to my mind immediately after receiving the book.

“Is the book fading?”

The book was becoming transparent.

To be precise, it must be disappearing.

“Why is this?”

“I do not know either. Could it be that it was a book that a human, not a devil, could not hold for a long time?”

I thought the book was gone.

‘Is there any problem?’

Before returning, he remembered everything about where the Noblesse organization was active.

There was nothing left that I wanted to know through the book.

Except for one thing.

‘Sword Saint…’

I remembered the time when I entered the academy.

The Sword Saint had a close relationship with my father, the head of the Caldert family.

It’s a friendship that teaches me separately like this.

Even so, when his father passed away, the Sword Saint did not come.

That stayed in the back of my mind.

‘I haven’t seen you in private since I became the head of household.’

The place where the sword castle was was always a battlefield.

If you think about the tendency of the swordsman, the battlefield didn’t suit you.

The swordsman I saw with my own eyes was a person with kindness amid roughness.

It was hard to believe that such a person would live on a battlefield.

And that too voluntarily.

‘Sometime once…’

I wanted to know why.

Why did you go to the battlefield?

Why didn’t he even come to his father’s funeral?

‘······!’

When I opened the book, information about the sword castle began to be written.

There was nothing wrong.

I am seventeen.

When my father passed away before returning, I was 20 years old.

‘This happened…’

The reason why the Sword Saint didn’t come to visit at his father’s funeral was simple.

The situation in the sword castle was not good.

The reason he lived on the battlefield was not the will of the Sword Saint.

I don’t know why this happened.

‘Noblesse’s witch beast was eating some of Roto Kingdom.’

What I was able to confirm was the base of Noblesse in the kingdom of Roto and all over the continent.

I don’t know the story or incident in it.

However, one of those incidents must have been the swordsman.

‘I have to finish everything and go right away.’

The Sword Saint was in a situation where his son, the head of the Sarkid family, was taken hostage.

It was only fortunate that it hadn’t happened yet.

***

Pastar and the event match day has arrived.

At the Colosseum, unlike usual, it was difficult to find empty seats in the stands.

‘There are overwhelmingly many fans of Pasta.’

It can be said that it is a natural thing.

There are people who support me taking on a new challenge, but it seemed that I couldn’t catch up with Pastard’s popularity.

I could hear a fan of Pastaar shouting.

“Unchanging Champion! cheer up!”

Unchanging Champion.

Only a few now speak of it, but in later years Pastar was called that.

‘Of course, because the champion has never changed.’

Whoever defeats Pastard does not come forward.

The Coliseum always used to become a competition for second place in the rankings.

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No one has beaten Pastard, even though Pastard is not trampling on growing buds.

‘But I will change that history.’

The start is an event match.

The event match will give Pastaar his first defeat.

Then I’ll beat Pastar in a proper game.

I saw Pastar in front of me.

Pastard was waving at the crowd and smiling.

“You’d better stay alert.”

this is my little wish

My goal is to win, but I don’t have any thoughts of wanting to play a trivial game.

Pastard looked at me.

“Hey, who would catch your guard against you? Besides, I saw you decapitate the devil.”

Pastard’s eyes were unusual.

“Do you intend to use that power again this time?”

When you say that power, you mean telekinesis.

Frankly, I was baffled.

It was only in an instant that I beheaded Kbu, the demon of the book.

That’s why I thought no one would have noticed my power.

“no. I will go there purely on my own.”

“Hmm… not good.”

“yes?”

“I think it’s good to try your best.”

Right now, Pastaar was clearly telling me to use that power.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. Because my goal is to defeat you with only my sword.”

“Well, I don’t care much, but isn’t this match an event match?”

“sorry.”

Pasta that looks boring.

It seemed he didn’t like my answer.

But I also had an idea.

‘How am I supposed to use it in a place with so many people?’

Do you know that I am hiding my power?

‘And if I may add a word…’

To be honest, in the past, you would have had to use telekinesis to become an opponent to some extent.

But now it was different.

Same Sword Master.

Besides, this event is bare-handed.

He even learned to fight with his bare hands.

I thought that I could win without using telekinesis.

“Hey, moderator. Stop wasting time and start right away.”

At Pastar’s words, the host announced the start of the match.

At the same time Pastard and I rushed at each other.

“I knew you would.”

“What would you do if you knew?”

Pastard punched me.

I also waved my fist.

It was the technique he used when dealing with the ogre.

Pastard immediately realized that my fists were not unusual.

I moved the trajectory of my fist to my fist.

“Keugh.”

“Ugh…”

fists collided with each other.

It was a strong enough fist even though it was less powerful than the one I used against the ogres.

Pastard blocked that fist with the same fist.

“You… your fists are very spicy!”

“Are there any monsters among your ancestors?”

I was in a state where the strength of my skin had risen through body strengthening.

But Pastar was fine without that.

It made me feel like I wasn’t human.

“I will tell you a story of mine.”

“Suddenly?”

“I was a knave.”

I know.

“When I was a rogue, the training method I chose to defeat those stronger than myself was to continuously swing my fists against rocks.”

“You are simply ignorant.”

“The skin peeled off and regenerated into a stronger skin. This is the result.”

Certainly, Pastard’s fist’s skin looked rough and hard.

Besides, he had big fists, perhaps because he was born with it.

“Honestly, I like fists better than swords!”

Pastaar swung his fist again.

In close proximity, I dodged Pastard’s fist.

Then, as he trained with Amice, he swung his fist at a vital point.

My attack was successful, and I avoided Pastard’s attack.

I could definitely say that the composition was advantageous to me.

Even so, Pastard’s expression did not change.

“Even your toughness is a monster.”

I kicked Pastard and used the recoil to distance him.

“Let me tell you one more story.”

Pastard’s story started again out of nowhere.