How to Use the Lord’s Future Diary-Chapter 37

Chapter 37
The body of the top-tier knight, Iron, standing right before the Master.
I thought that if I didn’t use my aura, I could at least hold a decent sparring match against a Great Warrior.
After all, battles between experts usually come down to a hair’s breadth, and I prided myself on having plenty of experience in one-on-one combat.
But that was merely my delusion.
“Ha!”
With a short shout, Leisha stepped forward and leapt at me.
In just a few light steps, the distance closed instantly.
I tried my best to read her movements.
‘Fast.’
The difference in skill level mattered, but even more, her being armed with gauntlets gave her an overwhelming advantage in speed over me, wielding a greatsword.
In situations like this, the most efficient method was to crouch low, defend first, and look for openings in the opponent’s attack.
A greatsword’s power was undoubtedly lethal, but its weight often left weaknesses exposed after a swing, so one had to seize the right timing perfectly.
Thunk!!
Yet I couldn’t resist at all and was struck by the very first hit.
“Ugh!”
Before I could even regain my senses, another blow followed.
“Gah!”
By the time I tried to withstand and push my blade into an opening, her shadow had already vanished.
“Hah!”
Suddenly, Leisha appeared before me and slammed an uppercut into my jaw.
From then on, I was beaten relentlessly without pause.
I doubted I had ever taken so many hits in my entire life.
It was a brutality that left no room for acknowledgment, not even a speck.
“Hah, hah… what’s happening?”
Her steps followed no rhythm or pattern, making it impossible to predict her approach.
Her attack paths flowed freely between straight lines and curves, leaving me unable to find the strike points.
The speed was so impossible to block by sight alone that one had to predict the direction or target to defend—but I couldn’t, so I just kept getting pounded.
The only relief was that my endurance was top-notch, so I didn’t collapse from the first strike.
Thanks to that, I could survive several consecutive hits, and as absurd as it sounded, experiencing more attacks increased the chance of getting a feel for her style.
Even so, it didn’t look easy in the current situation.
“You’re slow, bear.”
“Uh… sorry about that.”
“But sturdy. Feels good hitting you.”
“Can’t you at least give me a hint about what I should do?”
“First, get hit. You grow when you get hit. Now, here I go again.”
“Hey, wait—”
I thought she’d at least explain something since this was training, but she was far more ruthless than I expected.
She relished the feeling of my toughness and immediately charged again.
‘Is this really right?’
I didn’t know if this was how beastman training normally went, or if she was just weird, but it felt like I had drawn the short straw.
How was I supposed to gain anything from this?
‘No, what kind of teaching is this to begin with?’
So I kept getting pummeled by her, repeating it over and over until I collapsed from exhaustion.
No matter how I tried to block her attacks, it was impossible with my abilities.
After roughly an hour of training, she finally approached me and said something that might actually help.
“You’re slow, bear. Do you know why you’re slow?”
“I’m slow because I’m slow. Why would there be any other reason?”
“No. I’m adjusting to your speed right now.”
“Huh? That can’t be.”
Then how was she moving so much faster than me?
“You think too much. Do you calculate with your head before moving?”
“How else am I supposed to react when your attacks are invisible?”
“Thinking. That’s the problem.”
So my speed was on par with Leisha’s, but the time spent calculating in my head before acting was slowing me down?
“You’re strange.”
“Strange how?”
“Something is off. If you don’t correct that, you can’t even begin.”
‘Something is off’… I could guess at that to some extent.
‘It’s not surprising since I suddenly became Iron.’
Something about the unification with the spiritual body, or so they said.
I thought I could move Iron’s body as I wished, but apparently, there were still some shortcomings.
Still, I was amazed by her claim that I moved exactly like Iron’s physical capabilities.
‘This body has more potential than I thought.’
In my memories, Iron couldn’t move like Leisha.
Perhaps he never fully realized his potential.
“At least your body is sturdy. Well, that’s how training in Johnson Territory is.”
In the southern regions, aura training primarily focused on maximizing the quantity and quality of aura accumulated within the body.
In contrast, Johnson Territory’s method invested much of the accumulated aura into the body itself.
The accumulation speed was slightly slower, but it significantly enhanced physical abilities.
‘Unlike the southern knights, who were lean and fast, most Johnson Territory knights are bulky for this reason.’
Their muscles weren’t just built by exercise—they were reinforced by aura, giving them incredible durability and strength.
It was almost laughable that all the knights in Johnson Territory, who had almost nothing to start with, were all so muscular.
‘Same goes for Iron.’
It seemed that Iron was a knight specialized in tough, rough brawling rather than delicate, calculated combat.
“But how do you know about our Territory’s training method?”
“Why wouldn’t I? That method is an adaptation of the bear tribe’s, isn’t it?”
“…Really?”
“You didn’t know?”
Leisha seemed to know quite a bit about our Territory’s method, so I asked.
But then I heard something odd.
She claimed that our method originated from the bear tribe?
I had no idea about that either, so I tilted my head in curiosity.
“Before Johnson Territory settled here, didn’t they drive out the pigs? The bear and lion tribes helped with that.”
“I think I’ve heard something about the pig tribe.”
“In that process, the bear tribe was ultimately annihilated. Before their Great Chief died, he handed the training method to Lord Johnson. Lord Johnson combined it with their own method, which is probably the training method you, bear, have learned now.”
“So that’s what happened.”
The Pig Tribe, which had committed all sorts of atrocities, including enslaving the Rabbit Tribe, was regarded as a public enemy even among the beastmen, and the Bear Tribe could not coexist under the same sky as them.
During attempts at diplomacy to establish good relations, the Bear Tribe’s warriors went hunting, and the Pig Tribe invaded the village, killing all the Bear Tribe children.
Truly, their sense of humanity—or lack thereof—was astounding.
At this point, even the Empire might have cried foul.
The Johnson family, who planned to pacify this region, drew in the Bear and Lion Tribes to form a united front.
After driving out the Pig Tribe entirely and claiming this area, they constructed a castle—the beginning of Johnson Territory.
At that time, the Rabbit Tribe, who had been enslaved by the Pig Tribe, staged a mass escape toward the Forest of Illusions.
So, basically, the Lion Tribe and our Territory had a decent relationship.
It was remarkable that Leisha, a member of the Lion Tribe, knew a history even I, the master of the castle, could not remember.
“Anyway, our Territory’s training method is similar to that of the Bear Tribe, right? The Bear Tribe… what kind of people were they?”
“They were true warriors, with bodies as strong as steel, ravaging enemy lines. So powerful that even those arrogant pigs had no choice but to get blindsided.”
“…The Pig Tribe has always seemed like that kind of people anyway.”
Steel-like bodies… I could start to get a feel for it.
“Do you have any hints or anything?”
“There’s nothing like that. You’ll figure it out when you get hit. Just take it first.”
“No, what…”
Leisha seemed to know a lot, so I cautiously asked her, and her answer was unbelievable.
“You’ll understand everything when you get hit.”
Unsure, but since it was training, I decided to follow her instructions.
If my top priority was to fully control this body, there was no better method than repeated real combat.
“Ugh.”
“Argh.”
“Wow…”
But this wasn’t an easy task.
Leisha was faster than I imagined, and I couldn’t control her movements with my senses.
As a result, during the entire training session, I was mercilessly beaten by her.
“Good job, bear.”
“You look a bit flushed.”
“Misunderstanding. I’m tired too.”
“Misunderstanding, my foot.”
After training, I was battered and bruised, but Leisha seemed oddly refreshed.
Of course, her facial expression didn’t change much.
But her good mood was obvious—the proof being that tail.
The lion’s tail was swaying gently.
Yes, you can fake a facial expression, but you can’t fake a tail that sways happily.
The way it swayed cutely only made me more irritated.
“Ending here feels a bit unsatisfying… Ah, right. Leisha, can you also oversee the captain’s training, not just me?”
“The captain? Ah, that sturdy-looking human friend, you mean.”
“Yes. How about it?”
“Hmm, sounds tempting.”
“Great. Shall we call him right away?”
Feeling it was unfair to be the only one getting pounded, I called Rudick immediately.
Rudick, who oversaw the knights’ training in the Order, reluctantly stepped into the training field.
He seemed annoyed, wondering why he had to do this when he was already busy training the knights.
“Shouldn’t you be enjoying a peaceful date with the beautiful mercenary commander instead of dragging an innocent bystander into this?”
Complaining unnecessarily was his thing.
“Huh? Sparring? Even if it’s a Great Warrior or something, still… sparring with a woman?”
“But don’t you spar well with female knights?”
“They’re not really women.”
“So Leisha is a woman, huh?”
“A very lovely lady, indeed.”
Beating was habitual.
At Rudick’s chattering, Leisha’s tail stiffened again.
She seemed annoyed.
“You should learn too. As the captain of the knights, you should aim at the Master, shouldn’t you?”
“Hmm, will this help? Well, fine then.”
Anyway, Rudick also wanted to become stronger.
He seemed somewhat doubtful since he hadn’t directly experienced Leisha’s prowess, but he grudgingly accepted the training when persuaded.
As soon as the training began, Leisha flew at him like lightning, and he started taking hits relentlessly.
As expected of a female lion.
No mercy.
“Wow, so I also got beaten like that? Incredible.”
Watching from the side, I realized her movements were truly artful.
She was like a ghost—utterly untouchable.
Still, watching Rudick helplessly take hits felt oddly satisfying.
“But he’s reacting a little?”
Unlike me, who could not react at all, Rudick flinched and adjusted slightly to her movements.
Maybe it was the survival instinct of a beast?
‘This seems different from mere perception, awakening senses beyond the five.’
While I pondered, Rudick continued getting pounded and eventually collapsed from exhaustion, ending the training.
“Indeed, the captain is better. Rudick surpasses you, bear. Step it up.”
“Even I can see that. I would have had the upper hand sparring with him.”
“That’s because your level is low. That’s normal at first.”
It wasn’t entirely clear, but I started to get an inkling.
Clearly, more than just seeing, feeling, and thinking was required.
Deficiencies could only be overcome through practice and mastery.
According to Leisha, I hadn’t even properly begun.
“By the way, are all Great Warriors like you?”
“It’s hard for me to say myself, but I’m on the stronger side.”
“Oh, really?”
Seeing Leisha flying around, I worried if all Masters and Great Warriors were that strong, but it seemed she was among the stronger ones.
Then, among human Masters, there probably weren’t many stronger than Leisha.
It was information that gave me at least a bit of motivation.