The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 12 Pendulum

Alwin stepped onto the 'comb'.

A cold wind howled in my ears.

Instead of sprinting immediately, he first used his cat's eye to observe the crisscrossing wooden stakes, muttering to himself.

"There are nine wooden stakes on the left and eleven on the right, and the distances between the stakes are all slightly different..."

Suddenly, his cat-like eyes flashed, as if he had made a connection to something.

I didn't notice it when I was standing at a low point, but now, looking down from a high vantage point, these seemingly chaotic arrangements gradually form a line.

"This seems to match the footwork of the Wolf School Witcher's swordsmanship."

"Yes, yes, it's the same!"

Alvin was overjoyed, adjusted his breathing, and leaned slightly forward.

With a sudden burst of power from his hind leg, his body lunged forward.

Based on my memory of last night's training, I precisely stepped on the next wooden stake with each step.

The windmill dummy is getting closer and closer; [Dual Soul] is activated.

The cat's eyes narrowed, its focus reaching its peak, and the dummy's claws began to slow, their trajectory gradually becoming visible.

The opportunity has been found!

Arwen found the magic stone in the dummy's heart and thrust his sword out.

"Po~"

The sword struck the surface of the magic stone, creating a ripple.

"Click click click!"

The windmill dummy emitted a series of mechanical noises, and the wooden sticks on its body trembled a few times before being caught by a mechanism.

Vesemir pressed the timer.

"Eighteen seconds."

Upon hearing this, all the apprentices present were stunned and looked at Alwin in astonishment.

"Eighteen seconds, eleven seconds faster than Aiken, am I seeing things?"

"My goodness, when did Arwin become so powerful?"

"Yes, he killed one, no, five water ghosts yesterday. Unbelievable."

Paul rubbed his eyes and exclaimed excitedly, "Alvin, well done!"

Aiken, who had been so smug, widened his eyes and moved his lips when he saw the results, unsure of what to say.

Just as Alwin was about to sheathe his sword, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept over him, making his hair stand on end.

The windmill dummy, which had been stopped, suddenly started spinning, the magic stones on its body emitting a scarlet light, and its wooden claws lashed out fiercely.

Alwin quickly retreated to avoid the attack.

"Waaaaah!"

The wind howled.

No, that's not right!

Alwin's inner alarm bells rang loudly as Geralt's words from the previous night echoed in his mind.

"Block! You must block after dodging!"

He raised his sword.

"Thump!"

Arwen swayed as a pine pendulum slammed into the blade, causing him to stumble and hop frantically onto a wooden stake on his left.

The intense feeling of being suspended in mid-air from behind made his heart race like a wild horse.

Looking down, I realized that half of my foot was already outside the outer wall.

The valley, which was originally shrouded in mist, has dispersed considerably, revealing its precipitous cliffs.

On the branches of a tree on the mountainside, he even caught a glimpse of a skeleton.

"Is that a pendulum?"

"Master Vesemir, Arwin almost fell!"

Paul exclaimed in surprise, and Horton and the others also hurriedly looked at Vesemir.

The latter, however, remained calm.

The timer that was originally held in the left hand has been replaced by a wooden button mechanism.

The tower is directly above the building.

The pendulum that just flew down was swung down from there by chains.

Pendulum training!

Vesemir yelled at Arwen, "Don't just stand there, move!"

"Just like before, block!"

Upon hearing the sound, Alwin jumped around and used his sword to deflect the rapidly spinning pendulum.

"Very good, that's it, block, then strike!"

After Vesemir finished shouting, he turned to look at the white-haired youth beside him.

"Geralt, did you teach him real swordsmanship?"

Geralt nodded. "According to the Witcher's code, his apprentice's swordsmanship meets the requirements for learning."

"You child..." Vesemir's tone didn't mean to blame him, "Remember to let me know in advance next time."

Geralt watched Arwen constantly dodging on the 'comb', and a smile curved his lips.

Vesemir carefully observed Alwin's gait.

"When were you taught this?"

"Last night, it took me about three hours to get the basics down."

"Three hours is pretty good."

A look of delight flashed in Vesemir's cat eyes.

Geniuses are rare, and he doesn't expect every apprentice to be like Geralt, a once-in-a-century genius.

"Given such talent, one pendulum probably won't be enough, Geralt. What do you think about increasing its strength?"

Geralt said, "Of course, I believe him."

Vesemir received the reply and pressed the button on the mechanism with his thumb.

"call!"

Amid the apprentices' gasps, the second pendulum was launched from the tower's conveyor belt, suspended by chains, and hurtled toward Arwen's position.

Alwin was highly focused, spinning his body as the pendulum whistled past.

"Sizzle!"

A strong burning sensation came from my back.

I barely dodged that last blow, but my back was still grazed by the pendulum.

"A witcher will not only face one enemy; underestimating your opponent will only lead to your death."

Vesemir's voice came through.

Alwin's cat's eye spun rapidly, locking onto the trajectory of the two pendulums.

He raised his sword to parry, turned forward, and swung his sword forcefully to deflect the second pendulum attack.

Its shape is close to that of the windmill dummy.

Vesemir decisively pressed the button again.

The third pendulum is now in operation.

Alwin's pupils dilated in horror.

This time, the pendulum didn't come from the sides, but from the front.

He was forced to retreat, stepping onto a wooden stake on his right to avoid the frontal attack.

But this sudden disruption of rhythm caused him to be violently struck in the side by the pendulum.

"Waaah..."

Arwen winced in pain, lost his balance, and nearly fell off the 'comb'.

The apprentices stared wide-eyed at the cat.

"Plague above, it's the third pendulum, God!"

"Damn it, parry with your sword! Go hit that damn dummy!"

Paul brandished his sword, encouraging Arwin and believing he could create a miracle.

Aiken frowned, clenched his fists, shook his head slightly, and whispered.

"A third pendulum? How... how is this possible?"

"No, I don't believe it. He'll fall down soon, crash into the haystacks under the city wall, and lie in bed for days."

Geralt watched the swaying figure on the wooden stake, being struck by three pendulums, and a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.

He drew his training sword and walked toward Alwin's position.

Vesemir, however, stepped in front of him first.

His pale face was framed by cold, stern cat-like eyes.

"No, Geralt, wait a little longer, this is not his limit yet."

Geralt stared intently at Arwen on the 'comb' with his cat-like eyes.

If there's a possibility that the other person might be knocked off the outer cliff by the pendulum, he would definitely rush to rescue them immediately.

Little did he know, he wasn't the only one with this thought; Vesemir's right hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"Arwen!"

"Witchers don't just rely on cat eyes; they have other senses too!"

"Use your hearing, even the touch of the wind, to help you avoid danger!"

Vesemir's voice was deafening.

Alwin kept dodging and adjusting his position, and only after being hit by the pendulum several times did he finally find a moment to catch his breath.

Use other senses.

Arwin forced himself to calm down, pondered Vesemir's words, and slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of the wind, the airflow from the pendulum, became increasingly intense in my senses.

"You stupid bastard! I'm telling you to use your other senses, not to close your eyes!"

Vesemir launched into a tirade of profanities.

Alwin suddenly opened his eyes and took a step forward.