From Old Country Bumpkin to Master Swordsman: My Hotshot Disciples Are All Grown Up Now, and They Won't Leave Me Alone Volume 1

It was just past noon, but a tranquil atmosphere filled the room. Only the thunk, thunk, of someone chopping wood in the distance, and the sound of livestock outside, could be faintly heard through the walls. The two of them liked this kind of atmosphere. As fellow followers of the blade, this background noise was far more pleasant than the hustle and bustle of the city that could disturb the mind.

Randrid naturally recalled the time he’d spent under Beryl’s tutelage. Even after all these years, he vividly remembered Beryl’s outstanding swordplay and seemingly inhuman reaction speed. In the end, Randrid hadn’t reached that summit himself, but through his humble efforts, he’d still managed to become a platinum rank adventurer. Now, if he could somehow become a stepping stone for Beryl to reach further heights, that didn’t seem so bad. Beryl’s influence on his life had simply been that enormous.