The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 10 [Wolf School Demon Hunter Swordsmanship]

kitchen.

The torches on the stone wall burned with yellow flames, casting the shadows of the people around the long table onto the ground, creating crooked, dark silhouettes.

Alwin sat in his seat and used a wooden spoon to scoop a piece of stewed venison from his bowl and put it in his mouth.

There weren't many seasonings, just coarse salt and a little carrot and onion for flavor, and the taste was pretty good.

I looked up and glanced at the empty seat across the long table.

Neither Vesemir nor Geralt attended the dinner.

"Hey, I have to say, tonight's dinner was absolutely fantastic."

Winston finished the large bowl of soup and sucked on his index finger.

Horton and the others nodded, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

Paul drank half a glass of green juice and nudged Alvin's arm with his elbow.

"Arwen, my good brother, you said this morning that you weren't interested in that herbalist nun."

"And what happened? She didn't even come out with us after the alchemy course. Damn it! Tell me, what did you do? Did you see her face?"

Alvin put down his spoon. "It was Ms. Veris. I just asked her for some alchemy advice."

Paul drawled, "Oh, Lady Veris, by the goddess Meritelli, ha ha."

The other apprentices also made cheerful noises.

Arwen scoffed, "If you were so eager to see, wouldn't it have been better to just stay in the stone chamber back then?"

Upon hearing this, Paul and the others were stunned.

Yes, if they wanted to see it, they could simply go back to the stone chamber and find Arwen.

But why is it that as soon as they stepped out of the stone chamber, they had absolutely no thought of going back?

All their curiosity about the herbalist nun vanished in that instant, as if their eyes had been blindfolded by an invisible hand.

This brief silence caught Alwin's attention, and he frowned slightly.

"Ha, all that alchemy is unorthodox, and what use is potion-making no matter how well you learn it? A witcher should use a sword!"

Aiken leaned back in his wooden chair, speaking arrogantly.

Alwin chuckled, not pointing out his poor performance in the alchemy course.

That tone is exactly like a child's jealousy, like someone who can't have the grapes and insists they're sour.

"Thump!"

The bells rang over Kaer Mohen, marking the end of the apprentices' day.

Arwen and the others washed their faces, returned to the apprentices' quarters, lay down on the large bed, said goodnight to each other, and quickly fell asleep.

The cool moonlight shone through the window.

Alwin suddenly opened his eyes.

He hadn't forgotten Geralt's words.

Reaching out, he lifted Paul's thigh off him and listened carefully, perfectly distinguishing the snoring of the others as they slept soundly.

He tiptoed out of bed and left the apprentice's room. After making sure that no one was following him, he headed to the training ground in front of the castle.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, the autumn wind is bleak, and from the forest outside Kaer Morhen, the occasional cry of a wood owl can be heard.

In the middle of the training area, a young man with white hair sat on a stone bench, his amber cat-like eyes staring straight at him.

"I thought you had forgotten our promise."

Geralt stood up, stretched his wrists, and his silver-inlaid gloves gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Geralt..."

Before Alwin could finish speaking, the latter had already taken a training sword from the weapon rack beside him and tossed it in front of him.

Geralt then casually picked one up, slightly raising his head, his back to the moonlight, his face gloomy and cold.

Alwin's cat-like eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, and bent down to pick up the training sword.

[Blade Perception] activated.

[Wolf School Apprentice Two-Handed Training Sword: A two-handed longsword forged by an ordinary blacksmith, with fifty-two imperfections, forty inches in total length, twenty-seven inches in blade, weighing thirty-five ounces, with the center of gravity at the handguard, suitable for slashing movements]

This act of throwing the sword is undoubtedly a provocation, and also a duel initiated by the opponent.

A duel? How can a real man refuse?

Arwen gripped the sword hilt with both hands, holding the sword upright in front of his left chest.

Geralt's lips curled into a smile. "Watch out."

Without saying much, Geralt charged straight at him, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Startled, Alwin raised his sword to parry.

"Clang!"

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

Alwin felt a tremendous force coming from the mouth of his hand, and his body staggered back several steps.

Before he could even regain his footing, Geralt's sword came flying at him.

Arwen rotated his body, using his right foot as the center.

The sword whistled as it sliced ​​across his chest.

"ha!"

Geralt gave a soft shout, strode forward, and with power rising from the ground, swept his sword horizontally.

Alwin was forced to roll backward.

Geralt pressed forward relentlessly, his training sword wielded like a whip in the farmer's hand.

Arwin was slapped several times before Geralt slowed his attack, allowing Arwin to stand up.

The pain in his back made Alwin grimace and gasp for breath.

Geralt gripped his sword with both hands and began to spin around Arwyn.

"Your gait is too stiff. Rotating your body halfway on your toes only leaves you wide open when you turn to the side."

Arwen took a few steps back, his cat-eyes fixed on Geralt's movements, still not quite understanding the meaning of his words.

The glint of swords flashed in my vision.

"wait……"

Alwin quickly raised his sword to parry.

Geralt gave him no chance to beg for mercy. He took a step forward, spun halfway around, and unleashed a powerful diagonal slash that transformed into a crescent moon, crashing down upon him.

"clang!"

Alwin stepped back several paces, his hands going numb, his arms trembling, and he almost dropped his training sword.

The gray cat's eye condensed into a needle.

That sword strike was too fast; it was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

If Geralt hadn't intentionally struck above the training sword's crossguard, but in a different spot, like the shoulder, he would have been cleaved in two.

Cold sweat kept pouring down my back.

Geralt took a few steps back, leaning his right hand on his training sword, and looked at Arwen, whose hair was disheveled and whose body was covered in mud. The other man was in a truly wretched state.

"I knew I wasn't wrong. Your apprentice's swordsmanship is excellent. If he hadn't mastered it, he wouldn't have been able to withstand my sword strike."

"How are you feeling now?"

Arwen said irritably, "Geralt, my hands were shaking. Were you just trying to kill me?"

"Ha, shaking is normal, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep," Geralt raised his sword. "According to the Witcher's code, with your current swordsmanship, I can teach you the true Witcher Wolf School swordsmanship."

Alwin looked up, his tone somewhat surprised.

"real?"

After reaching the maximum level in apprentice swordsmanship, he was still worried about how to learn advanced swordsmanship.

Geralt picked up his sword, took a few steps, swift and light, constantly drawing silver flashes in the air, like a deadly waltz.

"Our Wolf School swordsmanship emphasizes footwork. While dodging, you twist your waist to generate power from your upper body to swing the sword."

Geralt demonstrated the Wolf School swordsmanship once. "Did you see that clearly?"

With his [Dual Soul] ability, Alwin memorized most of it and nodded.

[Wolf Hunter Swordsmanship detected, unlocking in progress]

[Wolf Hunter Swordsmanship Lv1: 0/100]

The control panel is now displayed!

Geralt turned to the side. "Alright, you demonstrate it."

Arwen adjusted his breathing and began to replicate the movements Geralt had just demonstrated.

Geralt watched for a while, his cold cat eyes shifting from being moved to being astonished.

He didn't expect that Alwin would remember almost everything after just one reading.

However, there are still many mistakes, and they are quite fatal.

"quick,"

"Faster!"

"Dodge!"

Geralt suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Arwen's back.

"clang!"

The clash of the two swords interrupted Arwen's steps.

"Geralt!"

"Shut up! Hold your sword steady, and you must parry when you turn around."

"Remember this: you never know who might attack you from behind. Carelessness can be fatal, even a pitchfork could kill you!"

"Faster!"