The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

that anyone who learns sword must master.

Hamilton put the wooden sword aside and asked.

“What did you think of the instructor's demonstration?”

“Hmm… awesome.”

“You realize that I don’t expect a clumsy answer, right?”

Hamilton knew very well that Jamie was smart.

The child must have known something in his demonstration.

Jamie, who heard that, answered deeply.

“Foot?”

“What about the foot?”

“Was it called a step? It made every movement smooth.”

Jamie couldn’t see because of the glasses, but Hamilton’s eyes had gone wide.

Besides, Jamie wasn’t done.

“The movement of muscles was also impressive.
You swung the sword while minimizing the power, but it seemed that the destructive power rose because of the muscles being efficiently used… is that right?”

Hamilton was speechless.

Upto step, that was the extent of the answer he was expecting.
So when he accurately said the steps, he was shocked.

However, he didn’t see the kid talking about muscles and their control.

Those were subtle differences which beginners couldn’t notice.

‘He is shocked.’

Jamie smiled to himself as he looked at the speechless instructor.

In other words, it wasn’t just that he killed the swordsmen in the battlefield and forgot about them.

He still couldn’t remember the name, but he had a friend in the past who used a sword and would always say.

-Every movement starts with feet.

‘He turned out to be helpful.’

He died more than 60,000 years ago, but he still appears in Jamie’s head and is thankful to him.

Jamie called for Hamilton who was silent.

“Instructor?”

“Ah.
Yes.”

Hamilton, who came to his senses, coughed before saying.

“Good.
You have great sight.”

Although it was beyond good, Hamilton thought excessive praises would make the trainee lazy.

“Well.
Today’s training will be simple.”

“What is it?”

“Make sure to follow the demonstration I showed a thousand times.”

“… huh?”

“The answer is YES! Didn’t I tell you?”

“Ah! Yes!”

Not learn, but do it a thousand times?

Jamie frowned and went to swing the sword.

Hamilton saw Jamie already imitating the demonstration.

It was clumsy, but the kid tried to imitate it as much as possible even though he showed it just once.

‘And it keeps getting better.’

How to step, how to move the back, the shoulders and the wrist.

A high level of difficulty for beginners to perform.

Normally, Hamilton didn’t plan on giving a thousand times practice to Jamie.

Usually it would be a basic slash and then he would teach them more.

But the entire process was skipped.

The reason was simple.

‘Because the young lord will handle it.’

The great physical abilities showed yesterday, the keen eyes showed today and the high level of intelligence as a wizard.

He knew that Jamie was beyond beginner level.

He is the blood of Welton.
Yet Hamilton was in shock.

‘If it is a thousand times.’

Jamie would advance with each move.

As the number of repetitions increased, Jamie’s superior sense was taking him to the right form.

Jamie saw the demonstration once and was learning on his own.

‘I think he did the same with magic.’

Hamilton remembered hearing that Jamie had the talent to rise high even if he was left alone.

Of course, he didn’t have that extent of talent in sword fighting, but it was clear that he had an insane level of talent in learning.

‘I was thinking of taking foundation courses for a year.’

Thinking now, one is too long.

Half a year? Maybe 2 to 3 months.

That would be enough for Jamie.

Hamilton, who thought that, walked over to Jamie.

Jamie, who was in the middle of training, didn’t notice that.

“Trainee Jamie.”

“Phew! Phew!”

“Trainee!”

“Ah! Yes!’

Only when Hamilton raised his voice did he hear.

“What is it, instructor?”

“Instructor will be absent for now.
I don’t plan on coming back until trainee is done with the thousandth one.”

“Do you have work?”

“Yes, do try to focus on training.
You get what I mean, right?”

It was a warning that if Jamie reduced the number of training or got caught lazing around, he wouldn’t be considerate from next time.

And Jamie had no intention of doing it, so he replied with a yes!

Even Hamilton knew Jamie wouldn’t do such things, so he left with ase.

“Phew, now I can breathe.”

He didn’t feel it when he was concentrating, but after a while, he would realize that the instructor was looking at him.

Hamilton was amazing, but his eyes were so intense that Jamie felt them as a burden.

Jamir thought so and swung his sword.

Jamie himself could feel his movements turning more natural with repetition.

‘Fun.’

And he thought it could be combined with magic.

Magic swordsmen existed, but the information about them was vague.

So Jamie didn’t meet such people, but Jamie was different.

He had already reached the peak of magic and would be at the same level this time too.
So he decided to learn the sword to be even stronger.

‘Be more active, strong and sharper.’

Soft footwork, strong waist and shoulders and straight arms with wooden swords stretched out fully.

This was just the beginning.

Magic and sword.
He wasn’t sure if those two could be perfectly blended…

“Maybe it will take me to a new realm.”

In the distant future, but…

“It is fun.”

Jamie felt pleasure after a long time and that was because of the sword in his hand.