"Then, Chechen, step up to the bearing.

    The matter of the contest was likewise left to Fidel. Seeing Chechen tie up his steps, Fidel also stood up. He raised the short broadsword in his hand and casually danced a few sword blades. He borrowed Malon's halberd again, and actually used the dual-wielded weapon to simulate two people fighting against Tetsuzen.

    On this side, Tcherchen put his left hand behind his back, leaned his chest forward, and raised his head. The hummingbird in his hand was placed at the same height as his waist, and the tip of the sword was aimed straight at Fidel's face. It was actually a confrontational stance at the start.

    "Let's get started then." Fidel reminded Chechen.

    "Uh-huh," Chechen whispered back.

    Heh Fidel stabbed the halberd straight out of his hand. The first move was the simplest to use stab.

    If he was using the halberd with both hands, Fidel's move, with the weapon's length advantage, could completely focus or force back Chechen outside the range of the slender sword's attack, but because it was a one-handed halberd, Fidel could only make a move with his hand in the middle of the halberd, which also made the halberd's length advantage unavailable.

    Tetsujin sidestepped the halberd and stabbed Fidel in the face with his right hand, holding the Hummingbird.

    From confrontation to offense, Tetsu had already memorized this move. It was as if Tetsu saw victory beckoning.

    "Snap."

    But this time, the goddess of victory did not favor Tetsu. Just at the moment when Tetsuhen raised his sword, the blade of the short broadsword in Fidel's hand fiercely slapped Tetsuhen's wrist.

    Tetsujin lost his grip on the sword with his right hand in pain, and the Hummingbird fell to the ground.

    "Not really, I didn't notice your short sword. Again."

    Chechen wasn't convinced about this mistake. He didn't feel that he was the one who was less skillful.

    "Then come again." Originally, Fidel's match with Chechen was to correct Chechen's swordplay mistakes, and seeing that Chechen was unconvinced, Fidel readily agreed to continue the match.

    The fight between the two began again. This time, Chechen poked and prodded, and his footsteps were no longer fixed in the position just now, but jumped and pranced around, like a pony in the field. Moreover, Chechen learned the lesson of the first round, a pair of eyes left, right, up and down non-stop rotation, a time to look at the halberd, a moment to stare at the short broadsword.

    This time, Fidel still stood firmly in one place. With each of Chechen's stabs, Fidel simply flicked his short broadsword as he pleased, and occasionally, Fidel would make down with his halberd to draw Chechen's attention.

    In this way, Fidel's halberd and short broadsword were so weak that Tetsu couldn't concentrate on his attacks. Although Tetsujin repeatedly used his killing moves, he could not get close to Fidel.

    More times than not, Tcherchen's nostrils flared even more wickedly, locks of his frontal hair falling over his shiny forehead. His breathing became more rapid.

    "Look, where did your sword go" Fidel said. This time, he picked off Chechen's slender sword with his halberd.

    "We'll see." Chechen was still unconvinced. He picked up his slender sword and stabbed and killed again.

    "Look, where did it go again your sword is called Hummingbird isn't it, did your little bird fly away" Fidel picked off Chechen's sword once more.

    This time, Tetsu didn't pick up the Hummingbird, he just stood there in the middle of the room, looking embarrassed and overwhelmed. He stood in the middle of the room, looking embarrassed and at a loss for words. He bit his upper and lower lips, trying to keep the tears from welling up in his eyes.

    Chechen held back and held his tongue. He knew that once he cried out, Fidel, Malon, Ruth, and his own Uncle Pedro would all laugh at him. Therefore, he made up his mind to hold back his tears. But how could it be so easy to hold back the tears Seeing that he couldn't hold back any more, Chechen abruptly ran out of the room.

    Pedro yelled out in a loud voice, "For the Lord's sake, he's sweating so hot in this cold, it's inviting the wind"

    As he spoke, Pedro stood up, grabbed the clothes Chechen had taken off from the table, and chased after him.

    When Pedro found Chechen, little Chechen had climbed onto the roof of the house next door, where he sat up and buried his face in his chest.

    "I'm not going back, I'm not going back. Just leave me here in the cold. Never, never, never."

    Pedro picked up the wooden ladder that had fallen into the snow, which Chechen had just used to climb up.

    Pedro drove the wooden ladder up to the roof and climbed up. He sat down beside Chechen and draped his shirt over Chechen's shoulders.

    "Uncle, am I useless."

    When he had cried enough, Tcherchen looked up and asked.

    "Not at all." Pedro said.

    "But I didn't stab Fidel once."

    "Fidel came from a military background before he was a mercenary."

    "But Uncle gave me what is clearly a very powerful sword technique."

    In response to this question, Pedro said with a straight face, "Swords are dead, people are alive. You start off as you normally would with sword practice, simulating a one-on-one fight. The sword manual doesn't teach you to fight one against two, but you have to know how to improvise. Since you chose to be a mercenary, don't expect your opponent to fight you in a fair duel. One against many is a common occurrence, and you have to learn to cope with such situations."

    "So what am I going to do" Chechen wiped away his tears and asked his uncle for advice.

    "Uncle ah, when I first became a mercenary, I was also abused by an opponent who used a sword."

    Pedro didn't answer directly. Instead, he told a story.

    "Is he using a short broadsword as well," Tetsu couldn't help but interject.

    "No, he used a slender sword."

    "Oh." Chechen stopped talking.

    "But uncle ah do not give in, every time you lose after two or three days to go back to him than, every time uncle can than the last time to last a few rounds. The number of times more, uncle finally the opponent's way to feel a clear understanding. Finally, Uncle finally won over his opponent." Pedro finished telling this story briefly, and as he said it Pedro showed a look of triumph, clearly this was a story that made him extremely proud of himself.

    "But uncle you still haven't told me how to fight one against many." Chechen was a bit puzzled as to what this story his uncle was telling had to do with him fighting one against many.

    "Stupid," Pedro was getting a little desperate about Tcherchen's one-track mind. He slapped Tetsuzen's little head again, breaking the words up.

    "From now on, when you're practicing your swordplay, imagine that you're competing against multiple opponents, and in your mind think about how you would make a move if you were your opponent. Then ah, you'll get more practice from Malon, Ruth and the others, after practicing more when you run into a situation like today again, you won't be like this."

    "Good, then I'll go and find Uncle Fidel now." Hearing Uncle Pedro speak so clearly, Chechen returned to his spirit. Immediately, he planned to go back to the house to find Fidel to continue the match.

    "Stop practicing today and get some rest. Tomorrow the gang will have to go and destroy that group of ungrateful bandits."

    "Uncle take me to it," heard that the group will soon go, Chechen hurriedly asked, afraid that his uncle will not take himself.

    "Guess."