Under the clear sky, the green meadows spread as far as the eye can see, and not far away is the green pine forest.
The clear stream meanders past, kissing the pebbles on the shore, and rushes happily downstream with the wind coming down from the mountain.
Geer appeared here. Different from previous illusions, this time it was not an inexplicable place, but a place in Geer's memory. It should be said that it was the place where Geer had been.
There must be a family of silly hedgehogs there. I remember feeding them food before.
Geer thought so, and sure enough, after a while he saw several small heads protruding from the bushes, their bright eyes staring closely at his figure.
After waving his hands to say hello to these little animals, Geer took a deep breath. His lungs seemed to be filled with the breath of moist soil on the river beach, full of the flavor of life, nourishing the grass and woods.
At this time, Geer heard a sound of metal clashing.
Following the sound, he found that the place where the sound was was not far away. After passing a small bush, he saw a wide flat land. He saw two unexpected people.
One is an old man with silver hair, upright figure, wearing the uniform of a Konatas border guard general, with several combat medals on it. He is holding a cross sword, standing there as immovable as a majestic mountain.
His aura was very serious, with an air of calmness and authority.
When Geer saw this old man, his heart skipped a beat, and his name immediately popped up in his memory. It was Geer's grandfather, Baron Andre.
He turned to look at the other person. He was just a boy holding a wooden sword tightly. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked ordinary. He was no different from other children. But Geer felt very familiar at first glance. After taking a closer look, it turned out that
This is what Ger looked like when he was a child.
"Swinging your sword, what do you look like!" Baron Andre's roar broke the silence.
"Yeah!" The boy looked solemn, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung a standard horizontal slash at Baron Andre. The chosen attack angle, strength and timing were impeccable. He was absolutely powerful among children of this age.
It's second to none.
But Baron Andre just lightly crossed his sword to block the young Ger's attack. There was no sound when the two swords clashed, but the young Ger felt as if he was struck by lightning, his body retreated sharply, and he sat down on the ground.
, the sword also flew out of his hand.
"Pick it back and continue." Baron Andre scolded in a low voice.
The tearful young Ger wiped away his nose and tears, trotted back to pick up the wooden sword, returned to Baron Andre, made a sword stance, and swung it again.
"boom!"
The wooden sword flew out again, and young Geer fell to the ground again.
"It gets worse every time, come again!" Young Ger's tears were only replaced by a more severe scolding from Baron Andre.
"I don't! I won't practice anymore! I hate you! I hate this place! I hate practicing swordsmanship!"
This time, the young Ger did not pick up the wooden sword again, but turned around and ran away from the plain.
For some reason, Geer who was watching suddenly felt an inexplicable unwillingness and sadness, and his heart was beating violently. When he turned to look at Baron Andre, he still had the same serious face, but his face was full of wrinkles.
There was a hint of disappointment.
Geer shuddered, and the silent heartache and unwillingness seemed to tear him into two pieces.
What is hidden behind the disappointment? It is a silent expectation for the future! Baron Andre was disappointed rather than blaming Ger when he was a child. He did not know how to express it and would only express his affection in his own way.
He hoped that Geer could truly understand one day and understand the family love behind this expectation.
Real relatives will never blame you, they will only wait silently, waiting for you to understand all this, maybe this time is very long, until they grow old, until they pass away, they will also wait for you, waiting in your heart.
You, wait until the day you finally understand.
Is it over like this? Have you given up again? Or will you continue to be decadent like this?
No! It can’t be like this!
Geer ran frantically in the direction of young Geer. Soon he caught up with the young figure, grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
Suddenly looking back, the two Geers looked at each other, and a twisted force swept over them. The next moment, there was only a young Geer left.
Geer looked at his smaller hand and suddenly understood something. It was the emotions left over from the original Geer that drove him to face his grandfather again to make up for the regrets he had had.
"Grandpa, continue!"
Geer turned around and ran back, picked up the wooden sword, and seriously displayed the sword stance in front of Baron Andre.
Baron Andre's eyes stayed on Geer, and after a while, the disappointed look disappeared, and a smile appeared on his cheeks for the first time: "Very good! Come on."
Only when he really faced Baron Andre did Geer truly understand how terrifying he was.
Baron Andre was like a majestic mountain, with no flaws in his body, and huge pressure was pressing on Geer every moment. A near-substantial sense of fear oppressed his nerves, and the paralysis spreading throughout his body was taking over.
The control over his body made him just want to throw away the sword and run away regardless of everything!
Is this the swordsmanship of Baron Andre in Geer's memory? No wonder he became the commander of the frontier army because he was a real person.
You can't do this! If you continue like this, you will choose to run away just like Ger when you were a child!
"Yeah!" Geer gritted his teeth. The pain brought him a moment of relief, and he regained control of his body. At this moment, he swung his sword at Baron Andre with all his strength.
There was no surprise. Under Baron Andre's easy block, Geer and the wooden sword flew out in two directions again.
"Come again!" Without hesitation, Geer, who landed on the ground, regardless of the pain on his body, picked up the wooden sword and attacked Baron Andre again.
Flying out again.
Continue again.
Each time is more painful and more difficult.
No matter how much pain he suffered, he couldn't make Geer give up. He didn't allow it, and it turned out that Geer's remaining emotions didn't allow it either. As long as he could move, he would never stop!
"Well done, Geer!" After Geer got up from the ground again and stood in front of Baron Andre with a slight trembling, the Baron showed an approving look: "Remember, Geer, I told you
However, our Cole Benson man's back will always be straight. Your spine should be as straight as your sword. You should live with your head held high. You will always be my best grandson and the best in my heart.
The one!"
"Show me your answer with your sword! Come on! Ger!"
"ah!"
"Cang!" Geer flew out again and had no strength to get up again. He lost control of his body and could only lie on the ground, breathing heavily with his chest like a windmill.
"Get up, come on." Baron Andre gave gentle encouragement this time.
Geer was slightly startled. This was the Baron's first encouragement. Does this mean he was recognized?
The body seemed to have regained some strength. Geer struggled to turn over, using his head, hands, elbows, feet, and knees to push his body up inch by inch, and successfully stood up again.
In front of Baron Andre.
"Very good, let me do it this time." Baron Andre made a serious sword stance and said seriously: "Tell me with your performance, your efforts, your persistence, your never giving up, you are worthy
The blood of the Cobensons!"
When Baron Andre assumed an offensive posture, Geer felt his scalp numb, and his exposed skin was filled with a needle-like tingling sensation. The oppression was far more terrifying than his defensive posture.
But at this time, Geer had already ignored all the feelings in his body. He stared at Baron Andre's sword and forced an ugly smile. The sword was placed across his chest in a defensive posture.
"coming."
The baron took a step to the left and took action with a flash of sword light.
The speed of the sword was not fast, and Geer could clearly see its trajectory, but the sword was very stable, a stability that made the enemy almost desperate. It was a simple sword, but there was no flaw. Geer, who was standing in front of the Baron, could clearly see the movement of the sword.
He felt that as long as he dared to fight back, the baron's sword force would come from all directions, leaving no chance at all.
Geer knew that this was an illusion caused by the Baron's pressure on him, which also proved that his self-confidence was fading.
I can do it! I can definitely do it! Let’s try it again!
This is not only Geer's will, but also the last and most violent outburst of Geer's remaining emotions.
The pressure all over his body relaxed. Geer took a deep breath. There was no hesitation or hesitation. There was no need to think about anything, only to swing the sword!
The two swords crossed each other.
Geer was thrown away by the force of the heavy blow again, but he didn't feel any pain, only endless pleasure and relaxation.
I did it! I really did it!
"You have done a good job. You are qualified to inherit the bloodline of the Cobenson family."
Geer, who was lying on his back, heard the praise from the baron and looked up slightly. The baron's face was full of a gentle smile, and his whole body was exuding soft white light. Countless light spots decomposed from the baron's body, and a
Dots are like fireflies flying in the night sky, beautiful and warm.
Suddenly, Geer felt as if something had left his body. His eyes blurred, and another image of Geer appeared in front of him, emitting the same soft light as the Baron.
Smiling at Geer lying on the ground, Geer's image turned and walked towards the baron. The grandfather and grandson stood together, looking at Geer with smiles, and waved their hands together.
The next moment, the light spot dissipated, and there was no longer any shadow of the grandfather and grandson.
"Thank you." Geer raised his head, looked at the sky that was beginning to break, and murmured softly: "Goodbye."
The space is broken, still in the carriage.
Geer stood with his hands on the sword, his collar soaked with tears.