From Old Country Bumpkin to Master Swordsman: My Hotshot Disciples Are All Grown Up Now, and They Won’t Leave Me Alone Volume 9 by Shigeru Sagazaki

Author:Shigeru Sagazaki [SAGAZAKI, SHIGERU]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2026-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3: An Old Country Bumpkin’s Conquest

“Hah?!”

I suddenly jolted awake. Must’ve lost consciousness at some point. I traced back through my memories and realized that they cut off at around the foot of the Aflatta Mountain Range. The last thing I remembered seeing was Vesparta’s walls far off in the distance.

The threads of tension that had been keeping me up must’ve snapped, or else I’d simply hit my stamina limit. There wasn’t much I could’ve done about my body giving out, but I hoped I hadn’t allowed my mental and emotional state to get to me. Relaxing in the presence of danger was simply unacceptable.

“Ugh... My head...”

Fainting, as opposed to sleeping, didn’t really provide much recuperation. Strictly speaking, it helped a little, but I couldn’t really say that I was in an able state. My mind had shut off involuntarily due to my body reaching its limit. Waking up from that meant I’d only recovered enough to maintain a minimum level of consciousness. I’m still in horrible shape.

“Hm? Where am I...?”

I sat up and shook my head slightly. My vision cleared up a little as I took in the scenery. I wasn’t out in the wild—it seemed I was indoors somewhere.

Judging by how I was in bed and there was nobody else around, this had to be some kind of private room. It didn’t seem to be the inn I’d booked, nor did it look like a hospital or something, so it was safe to assume I’d been taken elsewhere.

I wondered if Surena, Pisces, and Pauford were all right. I didn’t even know how much time had elapsed since I’d passed out. I couldn’t even tell if I was still in Vesparta. I’d been in the city before but hadn’t been here to see the sights, so I hadn’t paid attention to the townscape.

“As for my left arm... Yeah, figures.”

I recalled the wound I’d suffered during Id Invicius’s attack. I lowered my eyes to my left arm. It was wrapped up cleanly in bandages, so someone must have tended to it properly. The pain was a little better too.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t move my fingers. Guess there’s no hope for that. Much like I’d told Pisces, maybe I just had to be satisfied that my arm hadn’t been lopped off completely. But as a swordsman, I felt a moment’s hesitation over how useful a dead weight that couldn’t even grip my sword could possibly be.

Even though I couldn’t move it, I wasn’t considering amputating it. Frankly, I was too scared to do that, and I didn’t want to. However, many of the swordplay techniques I’d developed over the long years were now impossible for me to execute, and I would have to retrain my body. I think I’m allowed to feel a bit melancholy about that.

As I continued my detached pondering about my future—almost as if it were someone else’s problem entirely—the door to the room opened.

“Master?! You’re awake!”

“Surena...”

She entered, a bucket in hand—probably some water to clean my body or wash my wound.

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