Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V3C37

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Chapter 37: ’s Swordsmanship

Freya knew she lacked the extraordinary talent others possessed. From her days in , she had relied on sheer determination to bridge the gap. She poured rivers of sweat into her training, striving to match those who seemed born with gifts beyond her reach. Yet, as time passed, she came to realize that some chasms could not be crossed by effort alone.

Here at the academy, brilliance was abundant, and she felt insignificant among such luminaries. Like a firefly under the light of the moon, her modest pride from Buchi dissolved entirely. Her current opponent—a senior knight in training with mid-tier silver rank strength—was formidable, equal in skill to . Had this tournament allowed higher power levels, Freya doubted she would have lasted long. Even so, her hands trembled around the hilt of her sword.

Yet, her adversary circled cautiously, wary of Freya’s tenacity. Earlier, her relentless fighting style had cost him dearly. The ’s annual championship had an infamous rule: no rest between matches. Every wasted ounce of energy carried consequences. This brutal system mirrored the chaos of battle, where no enemy would grant quarter. It was a lesson drilled into every knight in training—to survive, one must conserve strength.

The academy’s purpose was clear: to produce ’s finest military leaders. In peacetime, its graduates became officers, and the most exceptional joined the royal knights immediately upon graduation. Success here promised swift elevation.

This year’s champion would earn the title "," a symbol of the academy’s highest honor. Additionally, outstanding performers by grade would be marked for nobility. Though harsh, this system reflected battlefield realities. As the founder once said:

“Luck is not just your ally—it is part of your strength.”

For Freya, whose iron rank abilities barely scratched the surface of potential, luck felt like her only hope. Despite her rapid progress—an achievement ordinary folk would marvel at—she remained outmatched. Exhaustion clouded her movements, leaving little room for reaction. All she could do was circle, praying for fortune’s favor—or perhaps a miracle.

Her opponent noticed her faltering and struck decisively. His blade swept toward her exposed right flank. Without thought, Freya raised her sword instinctively. To her surprise, his blade slid through the cage-like guard of hers. Pain shot through her hand, but her foe hesitated momentarily. Seizing the chance, Freya twisted her weapon, trapping his blade within her guard. With a swift motion, she closed the distance, driving her elbow into his chest.

He stumbled backward, but before he could recover, Freya pressed her blade against his throat.

“What kind of technique was that?” he asked, eyeing the blood dripping from her hand.

Freya remained silent, her mind racing. That final move had been inspired by ’s teachings—simple yet devastatingly effective. Still, Brandon likely wouldn’t have injured himself in executing it.

“I yield,” the senior knight in training admitted, raising his hand. , the raven-haired knight overseeing the match, stepped forward. Her icy demeanor rarely wavered, but today, her eyes betrayed faint curiosity.

“Have you seen combat?” Nimuesis asked coldly.

Freya nodded, puzzled by the scrutiny. Few dared cross paths with this stern figure.

“Against ?”

“Yes.”

“Can you repeat that technique?”

Freya hesitated, feeling lightheaded. Sensing her exhaustion, Nimuesis relented. “That move bore traces of Eruin’s military swordplay—not the chivalric styles taught here. You mentioned serving as a militia member?”

Freya nodded again.

“Militia techniques are straightforward, but they lack the lethal efficiency I saw. That resembles true .” Nimuesis frowned deeply. “You’re from Buchi. Did you know anyone in the ?”

Freya froze, unsure why Nimuesis pressed these questions now. She shook her head, but memories stirred. Brandon’s techniques were deceptively simple—each strike designed solely for victory. Imagining their impact on a battlefield explained why Nimuesis called them “killing techniques.”

As realization dawned, Freya met Nimuesis’ piercing gaze. For a moment, the knight studied her intently before speaking.

“That wasn’t pure Eruin Battle Formation Swordsmanship.”

Freya’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

“Are you hiding something, Freya?”

The girl shook her head vehemently.

“It’s a modified version,” Nimuesis said, straightening. “I’ve seen it before.”

As Nimuesis turned away, Freya paled. A thought struck her—this woman knew Brandon.

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“Who was that?”

The half-elf princess glanced back. “Who?”

“The victor earlier,” gestured toward the bustling arena below. “I saw Lady Nimuesis speaking with her—a young woman, I believe.”

followed her gaze and nodded. “Ah, ’s daughter. Pity she didn’t inherit his prodigious talent. She’s competent, but far from the best this term. Compared to her father…”

“Grifine, this cohort is exceptionally skilled,” Margadal interjected. Though unversed in swordplay, her insight compensated. “Breyson and two others stand out. Their names come up often.”

Grifine smiled. “Indeed, still watches over Eruin.”

She added, “I plan to select top candidates from both upper and lower classes to accompany you to , Tini. agrees we should send promising knights in training abroad for experience.”

“So Breyson caught your eye?” Margadal asked. "Indeed, he is an exceptionally composed young man. Such qualities are increasingly rare among the nobility these days—"

“Perhaps,” Grifine mused. “But there’s another—a reminder that Eruin’s noble blood still flows strong. This ancient kingdom has hope yet.”

“It’s rare to hear you praise someone so highly, Grifine.”

The half-elf princess did not respond to her friend’s remark, her thoughts drifting instead to the young man Orville had mentioned. She had already confirmed that he hadn’t arrived here with Freya—what a mysterious figure he was.

She didn’t know where he was now or what he might be doing, but an inkling in her heart told her this youth wasn’t the type to remain in obscurity for long. Soon enough, he would step back into the spotlight.

But in what manner would he return?

A faint smile touched the silver-haired maiden’s lips as she brushed aside the peculiar thought.

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