Every time she came to Irus's shop, Hulim always brought a sword and a wand, but today she only brought a wand.
"The sword was a little damaged. I asked Tsharkin to repair it when I came here."
Also, that's a Mithril Felsteel sword, not a Felsteel sword...
"Damaged? What did you do with it? It shouldn't be that easy to break a sword just for fighting monsters, right?"
"Hmm...it wasn't damaged in combat, it was from practicing swordsmanship. The final move of the Haieral swordsmanship, 'Ruolei,' is a very powerful technique. Although my sword can withstand its use now, extensive practice inevitably causes damage."
"Haielal swordsmanship? Ah—come to think of it, it seems that Olubet did invent a swordsmanship of his own!"
Irus recalled her previous memories, but then showed a somewhat confused expression.
"Hmm... That's not right—"
"Hulim, you just said you've practiced the last form of the Hyelal sword technique?"
"?"
Although she didn't know why Irus asked this, Hulim nodded anyway.
"That's strange. I remember him mentioning S-rank swordsmanship to me... Have you really reached that level?"
“???”
"Wait, Irus, interrupt!"
Hulim quickly called out to stop Irus.
"Let me confirm one thing first... Irus, did our ancestor ever tell you how many sword techniques he had?"
"Well, let me think... oh yeah, it seems to be the Seventh Form!"
“… …”
"What's wrong... Is there something wrong?"
After a few seconds of silence, Hulim slowly replied:
"... ...There are only five sword techniques currently passed down in our family."
“… …”
"Um... ...that means... ...Ulbert didn't teach you the A-rank and S-rank swordsmanship?"
"That's the only way."
Hearing this, Irus looked speechless.
"Ahem... that guy really does... just do what he wants."
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