This is My Heroic Path

"You just have to deal with the rumors with peace of mind," Morgan Le Fay glanced back at An Zhiyu, "I will help you deal with other things."

At the end, she opened the door and left.

An Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, turned his head and looked at the distant night again.

After a while, An Zhiyu left the room and walked towards the training ground.

According to the previous agreement with Skaha, now he is going to the training ground to practice new gun skills.

***

After two hours of torture by Scarhayomo, An Zhiyu collapsed on the training ground panting, looking at the sapphire blue sky.

"It's really a very familiar scene, I really miss it." An Zhiyu said while panting.

"Remember?" Scathach said, "Have you experienced the feeling of physical exhaustion for a long time?"

"Well, I haven't experienced it for a long time." An Zhiyu said, "So I miss it."

It's not that he has never trained here, it's better to say that he basically trains every day, but he has never been exhausted like he is now. Neither the Knights of the Round Table nor Morgan Le Fay will treat him with that kind of "cruel" training. he.

Only Scathach would do that.

But An Zhiyu didn't dislike this. Rather, if he did, he probably sneaked out of the Land of Shadows a few years ago because he couldn't stand Scathach's training methods.

"It sounds like a masochist." Skaha sat next to An Zhiyu, put his weapon aside, and turned his head to look at his disciple, "As if he was looking forward to this kind of training."

"I just look forward to being trained by Master like this again." An Zhiyu said.

"Really?" Scathach's mouth curled up, "Then let's train for another two hours."

"Please be merciful, if you train now, you will have to lie in bed all day tomorrow." An Zhiyu said helplessly.

The master is good at everything, and he is very easy-going with others. In the past, he often acted as a close sister at night, but he never showed mercy during training. This is the real reason why so many disciples had psychological shadows about training with Skaha .

"If it was you who said this before, I would still believe it, but now...with the body of a white dragon, no matter what happens, it won't be impossible to recover your strength overnight." Skaha said lightly, "You If you still have strength, stand up."

"Human beings have limits, Master." An Zhiyu lay on the ground completely refusing to move, like a salted fish.

Skaha's cold and stern expression eased a little, a trace of doting flashed across An Zhiyu's eyes, and he sighed softly, "In the past, you would not be lazy in front of me, it seems that you will stay here After more than half a year, have you forgotten how I punish lazy disciples?"

The moment he heard Scarha's voice fall, An Zhiyu suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by Scarha, so that he sat up straight all of a sudden.

Seeing this, Skaha smiled inadvertently, looked at An Zhiyu and said, "It seems you still remember."

"How could I forget that kind of punishment." An Zhiyu averted his eyes with a guilty conscience.

He never wanted to be punished in that way by Scathach again, and he didn't even want to recall that punishment method.

That is not a way of punishment that people can think of at all, so that even An Zhiyu, who liked Master very much at that time, had a psychological shadow on this Master. If so, I am afraid that he has already seen Scathach like other disciples as if he saw a prehistoric wild beast.

She is obviously a very beautiful woman, and she is very easy-going when dealing with others, but when she is in battle, she looks like a fighting madman... charming, but to the opponent, she is a devil at all.

Scathach stared at An Zhiyu's face. The face that was a little green in the past had matured a lot, and his soft black hair clinged to his forehead due to sweat.

It really looks much more mature than before, or in other words, more attractive.

Or was it because of the apprentice's confession that night that he started to pay special attention to him?

Looking at the disciple sitting on the ground, Scatha's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly said: "It seems that even if you are punished to force you, you won't be able to cheer up, right? That's all right, let's train for another hour, and then, I have a special treat for you."

"I've said it all, human beings have limits—"

Before An Zhiyu finished speaking, he heard Skaha continue to say: "If you can use the spear skills I taught you today, I can grant you a wish."

Under An Zhiyu's gaze, Scatha continued, "Any wish."

An Zhiyu stood up silently.

"Thinking about it carefully, the body of the white dragon itself is not considered a human being, so... I won't be a human anymore!"

Under Skaha's slightly smiling eyes, An Zhiyu raised his red gun and started a new round of training.

"Try throwing that gun at me the way I just taught you," Scatha said.

"But if you can't avoid it once you throw it, it will be very dangerous...?" An Zhiyu hesitated.

"Trust me." Scathach showed a sadistic smile, "If this can kill me, it can only prove that I am not strong enough."

"What's more, how can you be able to throw the magic gun that will hit you now?"

An Zhiyu stopped hesitating when he heard the words, gritted his teeth and raised the red gun. Just as Scathach said, the magic gun that must hit cannot be practiced in a day or two, so he has no need to worry at all.

An Zhiyu closed his eyes, and opened them after calming himself down.

Scarha's perfect figure was reflected in her dark pupils. She held two guns and faced An Zhiyu calmly, waiting for An Zhiyu to throw the weapon.

An Zhiyu clenched the red gun tightly, and took a step back. Just as Scathach said, he still can't throw the magic gun that must hit, so there is no need to worry.

however--

For some reason, when holding the red gun tightly, An Zhiyu seemed to see a silk thread, and that thread was connected to Skaha's body, just like the thread of fate.

An Zhiyu showed hesitation on his face, and threw the red gun along the silk thread.

call out!

The red gun flew towards Skaha with the sound of breaking wind, and Skaha looked at the bursting red gun, his expression remained unchanged, and he just commented lightly: "The power is good, but... this is not a surefire hit. Where's the gun?"