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Chapter 27 The Witcher's Sign
March, 1229.
Warm sunshine shines on the Blue Mountains, melting the ice and snow, and bringing life back to life.
The migratory birds that had flown back perched on the walls of Kaer Morhen, looking down at the apprentices training in front of the castle, chattering incessantly.
Geralt, with his white hair, wore a black leather jacket and held a fist-thick wooden stick in his hand, his gaze sweeping back and forth among the six apprentices.
"Aiken, that's not how the Igni sign works. Don't bend your index finger like that. If I see it again, I'll straighten it myself!"
"And Winston, did you feed the sparrows your bread this morning? It's so soft it can't even budge a leaf!"
"Paul! Don't just stand there like an idiot. Who do you think you can trap with this Arden sign? I bet even an old woman with a cane could walk out of there!"
Geralt paced back and forth, roaring incessantly, his insults so humiliating that the apprentices couldn't lift their heads.
"Arwen!"
Geralt's amber gaze fell upon him.
Arwen stiffened, raised his hand and formed a hand seal, a light blue shield enveloping his body.
Kunen Dharma Seal.
Geralt's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. "So-so, keep practicing."
Seeing the former walk away, Alvin silently breathed a sigh of relief.
For the past few months, Vesemir has essentially entrusted the training supervision to Geralt.
He, who was originally quiet and calm, has become visibly more irritable.
As a once-in-a-century genius like Kaer Morhan, he was also frequently reprimanded by Vesemir.
At first, it was alright when I was dealing with these apprentices who weren't very bright, but patience always has its limits, and I was already starting to have my doubts.
"Oh, dear Master Vesemir, your sword back then wasn't fast enough, nor ruthless enough! They should have been thoroughly punished!"
Alwin glanced at the panel.
【Quen Sign Lv1: 52/100】
【Alder Signet Lv1: 21/100】
【Igni Sign Lv1: 15/100】
【Yakshi Seal Lv1: 10/100】
【Yarden Sign Lv1: 10/100】
In about four months, I have mastered the basics of the five fundamental mudras.
The most proficient of these is the Quen sign, which grants the user a shield and is the primary skill of the Donkey School.
Before the battle begins, put on a shield for yourself and get beaten up by the boss until you see the boss's moves clearly. Then, take advantage of the boss's inattention and steal a hit.
If the shield breaks, immediately run to a corner and put on another one, and repeat this process.
Don't be fooled by its disheveled appearance; just tell me if it works well or not.
As for the other signs, Arwin did not devote much energy to them.
Signs like the Aard (releasing shockwaves from the palm), the Igni (breathing fire from the palm), the Axie (controlling others' minds with mental power), and the Yaden (creating gravity-based perilous situations) are all placed later.
"Thump!"
The ringing of the bell signaled the end of the morning training session.
The apprentices' tense bodies relaxed considerably, and they all let out a long sigh of relief.
Alwin raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It's finally over. This Arden Sign has taken too much mental energy from me. My head is starting to hurt."
"Hey, stop complaining. You have no idea how hot that Igni sign was, standing next to Aiken, it almost burned my hair!"
"To be honest, Aiken, your aim is really bad."
"Horton, I already warned you to stay away from me!" Aiken muttered.
Horton shrugged. "I don't care, you have to buy me a glass of chilled green juice!"
"Fine, I see you're asking for it!"
The two of them playfully wrestled, which made everyone burst into laughter.
Arwin smiled, then noticed Geralt standing there out of the corner of his eye.
His gaze was fixed on the bronze bell on the castle platform, his expression dazed.
"Geralt, what's wrong?"
Alwin's voice drew the attention of the others who were fooling around.
Geralt snapped out of his daze, exhaled a breath of stale air, and gave an awkward smile.
"It's nothing. Today is the day I come down the mountain. I think we won't see each other for a long time."
"Huh? You're leaving?"
"Go down the mountain? Leave Kaer Moham?"
The apprentices gathered around.
Geralt was a witcher, but he was only three or four years older than the others.
In Arwen's mind, Vesemir was a sect leader, full of authority.
Geralt was the chief disciple, and in terms of daily life, he was much more approachable than Vesemir.
Geralt felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the reluctant eyes of the crowd.
"Don't be so sad, it's not like we'll never see each other again..."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell into an eerie silence.
Vesemir once said that death will always be with the Witcher.
This time we part, and no one can guarantee that the next time we meet will be at each other's graves.
"Geralt, where do you plan to go after you leave?"
Alwin broke the suffocating atmosphere.
Geralt looked up, gazing westward, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"I think my first stop should be Temuria. I want to see the sea and see if it is really as boundless as described in the books."
Arwen responded with an "Oh," while Aiken said, "The sea? That must be beautiful. I'll stay in Cordwin; they say the north is teeming with monsters, and I'm going to go there and slay them with my sword!"
Brad nodded in agreement, "Me too, witchers are meant to kill monsters."
Winston hesitated for a moment. "I want to go to Mahakam, where the dwarves live."
Aiken scoffed at him, "You think you want to go? You just want to drink dwarven mead."
Winston gave a good-natured smile.
Paul shook his head. "I haven't decided yet."
"And you, Arwin? Where do you plan to go after you leave Kaer Morhen?"
Alwin lowered his head and pondered for a while. "Let's go south. I've heard there's a place called Toussaint, with beautiful scenery and world-famous grapevines."
Geralt's cat-like eyes lit up, as if he had memorized the place.
Silence fell upon everyone again.
This time, it was Geralt who spoke, patting Arwen on the shoulder.
"Alvin, come on, let's practice while we still have some time before lunch. Let me see how much your swordsmanship has improved."
"Yes, let's fight!"
"Let Geralt see the results of our special training before he leaves!"
Aiken silently led Paul and the others to vacate the area.
Over the past four months, he has challenged Alwin many times, but without exception, he has failed each time.
I'm convinced now.
Upon hearing this, Alwin straightened his chest, his fighting spirit surging.
"bring it on."
The two separated, and Aiken tossed a training sword to Geralt.
Arwen reached over his shoulder, drew his sword, and bent down slightly, ready to strike.
Geralt tilted his head and began to circle around Arwen, his hands, clad in silver-studded gauntlets, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes filled with a beastly ferocity.
"To ensure a fair duel, I won't use any magic seals. Don't end up like last time, rolling on the ground in a daze!"
Alwin took a deep breath. "Alright, you said it yourself."
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