I Became a Gladiator in the World of Gender Reversal

35 – Breaking the Illusion-6

“Money…”

Entering the training ground, I recalled Marie’s words and laughed.

No matter how valuable men are, there was no fool who was obsessed with men to that extent.

Even before the event, at least my opponent would be a gladiator. A gladiator in the Colosseum who has gone through a certain amount of training and verification.

I’m going to come here, and I’m going to be a gladiator and pour money and become my opponent.

It was unrealistic. I didn’t feel the need to think too deeply.

“Whoa…”

As always with the primitive Babel, stability was not guaranteed. If you miss it, something pretty dangerous will happen.

Unfortunately, there was no function to adjust the weight, only heavy stones were placed on both ends. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll ask them to make one for me.

With the position I was used to by now, I lifted the barbell with difficulty.

“Suck.”

My body is sweating, and my arms are shaking. Changing positions and equipment, I focused on training.

While taking a break to cool off, I realized anew that other people’s eyes were focused on me.

At first, I was a bit shy, but now I’m used to it.

It’s not specifically interfering with my training or arguing with me, just appreciating my workouts.

If you can’t adapt to this level of gaze, it might be better to go back to Selam.

After taking a short break, I went into the corner of the training ground holding my sword. This time, not so much space was needed.

“Write…”

My arm was a little stiff, but it wasn’t so painful that I couldn’t stand it yet.

However, what will happen in the future. Recalling the training I had to do in advance, I had no choice but to sigh without realizing it.

To me who asked me to learn about swords, Dana advised me with a nonchalant face, ‘Why don’t you just try swinging it?’

Without knowing anything, I asked her back, ‘Is that really helpful?’

After realizing that it wasn’t simply waving a sword in the air a few times, I quietly followed her instructions.

“…Suck.”

It wasn’t a swing worth fighting for.

Just throwing the sword I will use in a gladiator from top to bottom, even the word “Normal” Is a swordsmanship that can be seen as excessive packaging. Lack.

I repeated the same motion in a stable posture without rest. As if there was an enemy in front of me, with a stable posture and restrained movements.

Sword-wielding training seemed boring at first glance, but it was a much more dynamic exercise than I thought.

To be precise, I haven’t yet reached the level of skill that would make ‘sword wielding’ boring.

I saw Dana’s sword, the champion of the Steel League, in front of my eyes and was hit with my body. Even if it wasn’t her ideal sword, she could tell what it felt like when a great swordsman wielded it.

No matter how much I swung, my sword was not satisfactory.

Dana must have swung her sword in a similar posture and with weaker power than mine, but her sword was overwhelmingly stronger and cleaner than mine.

She told me that I was proud of her just for noticing that ‘her own sword was clumsy’, but at that level I wouldn’t be able to reach Dana after all.

“…This is it.”

Even in such a country, if you wield a sword a hundred times, there was bound to be at least one sword attack you liked.

Maintaining my concentration, I reproduced the sword attack as it was.

With this sense and attitude in place, I was able to achieve that ‘in my eyes’ ideal swordsmanship with a goal once out of four.

Today was the 70th sword strike to find that sense, so I was lucky. Maybe it’s getting better little by little.

Preserving that feeling, I swung the sword again. The moment I was about to climb into a state of semi-trance.

“You look beautiful. If you don’t mind being rude, would you mind if I talk to you for a while?”

A high pitched sound entered my ears. Someone was calling me

“Ha…”

At the moment, I couldn’t manage my expression. I was concentrating on training, but someone broke my senses.

But she didn’t want to be angry with her. It was about talking to someone in the middle of swordsmanship training, because it was difficult to say that it was rude.

If it wasn’t for the situation where I was so focused, I would have accepted it without saying anything.

“Say…Speak.”

The person who spoke to me was a blonde woman in a white dress.

Beautiful long-curled hair and a somewhat noble-looking face. That attitude looked a little awkward, but it didn’t seem like a gladiator.

“If you’ll excuse me, could you please let the girl enjoy the honor of serving her tea for a moment?”

I scratched my head. She looks like an ordinary aristocratic young lady, but when I think about it, this training ground. Wasn’t it a place only gladiators could enter?

“Ah, I’m in training… Sorry.”

From the first time she spoke to me until now, she addressed her in a polite manner with her eyes down.

The fact that you interrupted my training with useless things made me angry, but I should send it back in a good way.

“I’m sorry, but I’m in the middle of training right now.”

“That, ah, I get it… I get it. Let’s go. I sincerely apologize for causing trouble to her. Come on. Then stop…”

As I cautiously turned my back on her and saw her leave my side, she wondered what the hell she was doing.

Well, it wasn’t something I was concerned about right now. I grabbed my sword again, caught my breath, and struck the air.

“Sir…”

My senses are broken. To find that feeling again, you would have to swing the sword dozens of times.

There was no choice. Taking a deep sigh, I swung my sword again.

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“You might act too hastily…”

Florence, realizing her mistake, she sighed deeply.

It was her first meeting with him that she had been looking forward to, but she acted impatiently.

I was so impressed with his physical training that I was soaked in the afterglow until he continued his training.

It seemed that he could understand the situation where the other gladiators were looking at the scene instead of talking to him.

It was overly stimulating for someone seeing it for the first time. The man’s breath, his muscles, his exposed arms and legs, even his concentrated expression.

When he first heard that he would be at the training ground, he imagined a more friendly atmosphere.

Surrounded by countless women, he received tremendous compliments despite his poor training.

However, his training was much more serious than I thought. Although the other gladiators glanced at him from afar, they showed no signs of praising or interfering.

“Well, but… He didn’t seem particularly hostile towards me.”

She knew how cruel a man could be to a woman he wasn’t interested in.

Even after she received expensive clothes or perfume, she could destroy them without any hesitation by saying, ‘Leave the present there.’

Compared to him, Evan’s attitude was like that of an angel. Even thinking that her training was hampered, she didn’t tell her her harsh words.

“Ha, can I…”

Her application for a gladiator fight was like a gamble for her as well.

There was not much money left now. She had money as a gladiator, but she was Florence, the second daughter of an aristocratic family, so her life was not to the point of being impoverished.

If even this opportunity is missed, it will not be easy for her to save enough money to meet the man again.

She is already in her mid twenties. No matter how scrupulously she managed, once she was over thirty, she had to compete with women who had the money and social status to match.

“Ugh…”

Nominally, it was an investment. She said that when the business was successful, she could get back any amount of investment, so she couldn’t say that the money was completely gone.

However, Florence was not foolish enough to expect the money back.

There could be a problem with paying money directly in exchange for the event, so it was no different from indirectly donating money to the Colosseum.

Besides, not being on her stated contract could have been a weakness for her.

Even if Daisy, her boss, didn’t catch her Florence and her swordfight with Evan, washing her mouth and ignoring her, Florence had no way to retaliate against her.

You can borrow the power of the family, but to others, it will look like the tyranny of the aristocratic family forcibly.

After all, her own charm was important to her. Florence looked down at the clothes she was wearing, and she let out a deep sigh.

She said, “Shouldn’t she have come in a more fancy dress…”

The white dress was beautiful enough, but not luxurious or extravagant.

However, she also had plans of her own. Because it was obvious that it was a dress she could buy with her means.

And the men were better than most experts at discerning the authenticity of a jewel or its rarity.

Rather than splurge on cheap jewelry on a dress, it was better to brazenly insist on a ‘simple design’. In general, it was.

However, Florence’s clothes didn’t seem to catch his attention. It was bad news.

“I will somehow… Win his heart…”

Leaving behind her regret and anxiety, she waited for her upcoming sword fight.