I was Sold at the Lowest Price in My Class, However My Personal Parameter is the Most Powerful

Claymore was already out of action. The gallery around us was silent at the unimaginable turn of events. With no one able to say anything, the only one who was in a normal state of mind, dad, spoke up.

"What are you waiting for? We've got a fight on our hands!"

When he said that, Modred, who was in charge of the mock battle, hurriedly made a decision.

"It's over! The winner, Yuta!”

When Modred said this, the gallery finally accepted the situation and cheered. The cheers were not to congratulate me, but rather a reaction of being able to see something interesting.

"Amazing, Yuta! What kind of technique is that! Did you learn it from the Great Master?”

As soon as I got off Namakra, Brunnhilde came running up to me and asked me. As I was wondering how I should answer, but Kiyone responded to Brunnhilde’s question before I could.

"There is no such technique in the Veft Style."

I remembered that my father had said that Kiyone was mentally immature, so I countered with a slightly cold tone.

"No, that was only possible because of father's teachings. Kiyone, what are you learning from father? Don't you think he's teaching you more important things than just techniques?”

When Kiyone hears this, her face turns red and she gets angry.

“You have no right to say that!"

Kiyone said, and went away. Brunnhilde gives me a surprised look and says,

"It's been a long time since I've seen Master angry like that.”

"A long time?”

"Yes. It's just like when I was a child, before I became Master's apprentice, and she got angry when I guessed the boy she liked.”

I see, she got angry because she was told the truth…….Apparently, Kiyone is also aware that she has not fully absorbed the lessons from her father.

"I'll be back in a bit. I have to at least try to deal with the fact that I made her angry.”

"Master is a calm person, so if you leave her alone, she'll be back to normal in no time.”

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, do you know where Kiyone is?”

"Probably the kendo hall in Musashi. It's in the hangar.”

"All right.”

I thanked Brunnhilde and headed for Musashi's hangar.

I was curious about the wooden building inside the hangar, but I guessed this was the kendo hall. I opened the sliding door and went inside.

In the kendo hall, Kiyone was sitting upright with her eyes closed. She was probably concentrating her mind to stay calm.

"Yuta, take that wooden sword over there." She must have noticed me coming in, because she said so.

"What are we doing?"

"Come with me to practice. I'd like to see your sword in the flesh."

You want to take out your anger on me…….Well, I'm certainly responsible for making you angry. I did as I was told and picked up the wooden sword that was hanging on the wall.

As I approached Kiyone with my wooden sword, she stood up and sheathed the wooden sword she was holding.

"Come on, hit me from anywhere."

Kiyone held her sword at medium level. I held my sword at the upper level and slowly approached her.

Kiyone quietly waited for me to strike. But as I approached her, I could see that she really had no gaps. I can see that father was not exaggerating when he said that Kiyone surpassed him in swordsmanship.

"This is practice. Don't be afraid to hit me!"

Kiyone said in a strong tone, as if she could see through my fear. I had only the image of it bouncing back when I struck it, but surely there was no point in being afraid. I swung the wooden sword down as hard as I could.

A crunching sound echoed through the dojo, and the wooden sword I was holding was flung to the ceiling. The hand that was still holding the wooden sword was numb from the unbelievable sword strike that came from her thin arm.

"I've seen your swordsmanship in Namakra, but as I imagined, your sword skills are not yet up to par.”

"What's this, payback for pointing out the truth?"

I thought that I had made her even angrier with those words, but Kiyone surprisingly did not seem to be angry. On the contrary, her expression fell and she looked as if she was about to cry.