Oath of the Survivor: A LitRPG Apocalypse by James Meyer

Author:James Meyer [Meyer, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2025-02-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 47

It wound up being two more days until they left, Kyle quickly realizing he wasn’t up to full strength and Arianna and Frank enjoying having a new student to teach. The foundation Kyle had been building started to bear fruit, and he was picking up the basics quickly. “Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.” This mantra was consistent in his training, and he was appreciative of Frank’s patience. Garth was a good instructor, but his style was very much centered around powerful, direct strikes. He rarely faced an enemy that could take more than a couple strikes with his sword, and even fewer that could handle his skills when he brought them to bear. Kyle, by contrast, had neither strong offensive skills like Air Blade nor the relative Strength that Garth possessed. The only tool that came close was his heavily infused Haste skill, and that was a double-edged sword that he’d rather avoid using. Frank told him the name of the art he practiced was Escrima, an old-world style from the Philippines. The focus wasn’t on big flashy attacks but rather on precise strikes and flowing combinations. The style was also flexible enough to use a wide variety of weapons as well as barehanded variations, which was appealing to Kyle. Thinking about all the makeshift weapons he’d had to make use of, he appreciated the framework that he could apply to the tools he had on-hand.

He learned that Frank had actually killed a handful of wandering beetles with the dual stick style, an impressive feat for an unawakened. He remembered back to how Dalen had been so badly injured by just one of the mutated insects, and his respect for the man grew. Frank was a kind man, but at his core, he was an incredibly disciplined and competent instructor. The athleticism and physical benefits provided by Kyle’s ever-growing attributes could cover for a lot of technical flaws, but the slow movements made him appreciate just how sloppy his motions were. Frank never let a mistake go without correction, but his words were always seasoned with kindness and grace. Arianna, on the other hand, was draconian. Even though she wasn’t nearly as skilled as her grandfather, she had an eye for detail and wasn’t shy about telling Kyle where he was making mistakes. Usually, it came down to a lack of patience on Kyle’s side leading to swings being too wide or letting his arms make the motion without the hips following. None of it got past Arianna’s sharp eyes, and she was quick to put his failures front and center.

The most surprising of all, however, was Amalia. While she had no interest in learning Escrima, she had an uncanny grasp for the rhythm and flow of the fighting style. That was a skill she’d likely picked up watching her grandfather and sister train, and Kyle couldn’t do much about the pang of grief he felt toward his own grandfather. I wonder what he’d be doing in a situation like this, he mused, remembering fondly the time spent together.

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