"Rock, you are ranked in the top three in school, right?" the boy asked.
"Yes." He raised his eyebrows, but after all, he still had a bit of the pride that was unique to teenagers.
"As long as you defeat the first-place Tokolin, you will qualify to go to Emenas."
"It's easy to say. Everyone in the school knows how hard Tokolin works." Rock walked to the side, picked up his dagger, made a few sword flowers, and continued.
"As for you, your family has already prepared a letter of recommendation for you."
"Haha...that's true." The boy touched his head and admitted it.
Looking at Isaiah's silly smile, Rock felt a little angry for some reason.
A dog noble, who knows what connections this time. Rock felt a little dissatisfied. He was obviously much more talented than Isaiah, but because of his status and lack of background, he had to compete fiercely with a large number of his peers in school for the only spot, while these young masters and young ladies who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths could easily get what they dreamed of.
"I'm leaving." Rock said casually and turned to leave. He didn't like being with this stupid guy.
"Hey, come on. Let's practice again today. Weren't you dissatisfied just now?" Isaiah thought that he had finally waited for a peer to practice with him, so how could he let him go so easily?
"What are you gesturing for? Have you ever seen an assassin fight another man head-on? That would be stupid."
"Why can't an assassin fight someone head-on? This kind of situation will always happen."
"The fact that we encountered this only means that this assassin is unprofessional." Rock used his dagger to deflect Isaiah's broadsword and prepared to leave.
But the boy trotted a few steps and stood in front of him again.
"Rock, why do you always want to be an assassin? Uncle Wade looks so cool with his big sword."
"Oh, how can I be handsome? I'm just a bodyguard for your family. What's there to be proud of?"
Seeing Isaiah blocking the way, Rock had to stop and argue with him.
"Have you ever heard of a story where the protagonist was a bodyguard? Have you ever seen a legendary hero who became famous by being a bodyguard?" He shook his head, and his short black hair curled up slightly, as if it was bent by sleeping.
"I won't be like Dad, working foolishly for your family." He said rebelliously with a look of disdain on his face.
"But assassins don't have a good reputation. It always feels a bit dishonest." Isaiah thought for a moment.
"Right, right, right. Light is reserved for noble people like you. We rats in the gutter are evil if we use other means. Is this your point of view?"
"No, this..." The boy was speechless for a moment.
"I just want to be an assassin. If I don't like any of you, I'll kill you with one blow. No need to talk about justice."
“Isn’t justice good?”
"Justice is good, but it's not my justice. It's your justice. Okay, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I want to go back."
"No, I won't let you go unless you beat me."
“Tsk.”
Rock swung his dagger and stabbed Isaiah's shoulder quickly. Isaiah was unable to dodge and was immediately slightly injured, with blood staining his clothes red.
Seeing the blood flowing out, Rock was a little panicked and hesitated with the dagger in his hand, but Isaiah didn't care about that. He endured the pain and swept the sword across. Rock gripped the hilt tightly and tried to block it. His wrist felt numb, and then he became serious. Taking advantage of the flexibility of the dagger in close combat, he beat Isaiah left and right.
The sound of metal clashing rang out in the woods. Although Rock had the upper hand, he did not dare to use any brutal force. After all, this man was the object of his family's loyalty. Later, he had to use his fists and feet to trip Isaiah when he was vulnerable, and then the two of them started fighting on the ground.
Finally, the two men were tired from fighting and climbed up panting, their bodies covered with dust and broken leaves.
Rock wiped the sweat and dust from his face and looked at the guy opposite him. Blood was flowing everywhere on his shoulder, but it had slowly stopped now. After all, the wound was not very big.
"Idiot, aren't you afraid of death?" Rock took out a small bottle of medicine from his arms, then walked forward and asked Isaiah to show the wound on his shoulder.
Isaiah seemed reluctant and felt ashamed.
"You're still embarrassed, right? You'd be happy if I got beaten by my dad when I got home, right?" Rock looked at him with contempt, then helped him clean the wound, poured some medicine on it, and then bandaged it simply.
"Okay, I'm leaving. Don't say that I hurt you later." Rock clapped his hands and prepared to leave, wondering in his heart how he could have met such a guy.
"Don't..."
"Fuck, isn't it just that my dad is a guard for your family? Please, please leave me alone. Besides, I really don't like men."
"Don't step on my hand!" The boy on the ground was also angry.
"Oh, okay, I didn't notice."
Just now, Rock was thinking about how to make the matter less serious and avoid being beaten by his father, so he raised his foot.
"Rock, you have to be my little brother, or I'll tell your dad about this."
"You're in for it, Isaiah. You're really bringing shame to the nobility. I... okay, I promise to be your follower for a month."
Thinking about the various privileges of the nobles in the empire, and in order not to cause trouble for his family, Rock had to give in.
Looking at Isaiah laughing like a pig, Rock asked angrily, "What a waste of that look."
"Are you so persistent in finding someone to be your younger brother?"
"Of course. Look at those founding fathers and legendary heroes. They are all followed by a group of people. They look so majestic when they walk out." Isaiah has read too many knight novels recently and is very envious of that kind of scene.
"Haha, the legend of Feng and Yue is just something that ordinary people can only dream about. Everyone knows that Roland and Yalin were born princes, so they can become kings. But Isaiah, you are just a baron's child, so stop dreaming all day long."
Isaiah then got up from the ground and retorted, "You're dreaming too, aren't you? Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind."
"What assassin's justice? I think you're just trying to show off. What about single-handedly severing fate and deciding the direction of the world? I already knew what you wrote in the notebook."
"You...you can do it." Rock looked embarrassed.
"The son of the great Baron Boris has become a thief."
"I didn't. That's what your dad said. He even lamented that his son has great ambitions. Hahaha."
Rock couldn't hold back his anger anymore, so he picked up his dagger and left.
"Don't forget, you have to practice sword with me during this period." Isaiah's voice came from behind, and for some reason it made people angry.
"Okay, practice swordplay. I think you are..."
Rock turned his back to Isaiah, made a gesture, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the woods.
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