After training me on Fire-attribute spells, my father gave me a wooden sword and told me to use everything I had on me to attack him without thinking about it. For some reason, he hadn't taught me any move at all. I guess he was mostly expecting me to use whatever I had at all to fight against him… perhaps he's trying to test my talent with the blade without having been taught anything at all. At the same time, he also wants to test my physical abilities. I haven't been trained physically, but as the daughter of two heroes, I'm bound to develop superhuman strength. Then again, eating dragon meat and bathing in its blood also helped.
"Okay, daddy!" I told him, holding my blade with the stand I learned from my previous life. If he wants me to show him if I'm naturally talented or not, then I guess it's time to go all out!
"That stand…!" my father muttered with surprise. Without waiting for him to blink, I infused mana into my body. My muscles tensed up and the power of my body was enhanced with greater strength. This was the "Body Strengthening Technique" I learned in my previous life, which I relearned in this life. It was hard to adjust it since I have infinite mana. After all, if I infuse too much, my body might explode into pieces. That's why I had to be careful and only infuse a tiny bit of it.
With that, I jumped like a spring towards my father at a speed he was surprised to see from his daughter. Flames suddenly flickered from my feet, which I did through the use of Ember below my feet to explode and propel me forward, something I named Fire Charge.
"F-Fast!" my father could not help but say as my wooden blade suddenly hit his in an instant!
Without even giving him any time to rest, I showered my father with full-on offensive moves. During that, my blade moved vertically and horizontally as if I was dancing with it. Surprisingly, this was just a basic technique named Blade Dance, which used multiple lesser blade techniques together to form a string of hits.
If you catch someone off guard with this, they wouldn't be able to properly retaliate and would be forced into a defensive stance, which could be abused to deal even more damage. Eventually, their stance would be broken so you could kill them before they could even counterattack. But of course, I was fighting with my father, so the chances of that happening were very unlikely!
"A-Amazing!" he exclaimed. With that, my father suddenly smiled with fascination, a fascination I had never seen before on his youthful and handsome face. I knew why he made such a face. In short, my father was a battle junkie raised by a ruthless mercenary. He grew to love fighting after all.
I can't say I'm in the same boat as him, but I do enjoy fighting against an opponent that can fight back a bit. With that being said, my father, as the hero of flames with an incredible ability with the blade, was a worthy opponent.
"You're very good, Sylphy!" father told me as he suddenly stepped back, twisted his body, and completely stopped my endless charge of blade attacks in one fell swoop
My blade ended up falling on the ground from that, but I didn't receive any damage or anything else at all. Just with that one swift attack, I saw the incredible technique in my father. His movement with the blade was precise, meticulous, and short. It was almost elegant to an extent, refined even.
However, my father grabbed me with his arms and raised me up high into the air once more.
"Amazing, Sylphy-chan! You're so good with the blade! I never taught you anything before… are you a natural genius by any chance?!" he asked.
"Erm… well, maybe!" I replied, averting my eyes from him.
"T-This… amazing. The ability you used with the blade would have taken many years for someone to master! You used a combination of small techniques continuously, forming some sort of blade dance, didn't you?" he asked once more.
"Huh… yeah! That!" I replied.
"And the way you aggressively attacked… leaving me no choice but to defend… that's an incredible way to use the blade as well! You're a genius!" he praised me.
At this point, I feel bad. I shouldn't have gone too far. I'm not really a genius, father! All of that was just from the experiences I've accumulated! Ugh…
Unfortunately for me, my father couldn't stop praising me and called me a genius in the blade. He began to tell me I would become the next Sword Monarch or something, and that if I kept growing stronger, I would even rival him, if not surpass him.
I… I don't think I'll ever get THAT far, but it's nice to see that he has so much faith in his daughter.
"Now, Sylphy, let's continue. This time around, I'll be attacking you, so you have to show me your defensive moves," father said to me. After he was done talking, he leisurely moved towards me, moving as slow as he possibly could, which was already incredibly fast in my eyes.
The wooden sword quickly clashed against mine as I held my blade in a defensive position. After that, I tried to move forward, but my father's strength was enough to make him seem like a wall. I couldn't move it nor budge it, no matter how much I wanted to.
He then pushed forward and began to bathe me with simple attacks. In response, I defended as much as I could but eventually lost my balance and fell on my butt. Because of that, the blade in my hands flew into the air before falling on the ground nearby sometime later
"I-I lost… you're great, daddy!" I told him.
"I've got to say… I'm quite surprised. You were able to stand your ground into my offense even with our difference in height for a few seconds. Plus, you intercepted each attack greatly as well! If it wasn't because you lost balance and fell, you would've been able to stand your ground for longer," he told me.
"I-Is that so?" I wondered.
"Yeah! Now, let's go back to the basics. Stand up again, and let's do this over once more, I want you to have these abilities and techniques not only committed to memory, but also to your body," he replied.
And like that, we ended up training until very late, which was before we had dinner.