An Old Man from the Countryside Becomes a Swords Saint: I Was Just a Rural Sword Teacher, But My Successful Students Won’t Leave Me Alone!

anting her feet firmly on the ground and whirling that giant blade around.

My only concern is that she’s the lone zweihander user among the Knights and would stand out.
I think she would be fine as Alexia said she would be.

“… Hmm.”

While I thought back to the training, I noticed someone walking towards me.

This is a very uncrowded street as I’m heading towards the inn from the Knight Order’s HQ.
It’s dark and visibility isn’t good but when I see someone else, my eyes just get drawn to them.
Besides, not many people head out after the sun goes down.

As they step out into the moonlight, I get a good look at them.

The person walking toward me seems to be wearing robes that blend in the shadows.
I don’t know their face, probably because it’s deep in the cover of their hood.

I don’t know, it’s just an observation because I noticed the faces of passersby.

I don’t think it was a good idea to be wearing robes and going out alone at night but I must also look like a suspicious person, walking all by myself.

I can’t make a judgment just by looking at it from the side.
Maybe I should head to the inn quickly before the city guard notices me.

“Oops.”

This road isn’t that narrow but if we keep going like this, I’ll hit the person coming up to me.
It wouldn’t be good to stare at them too much, so I’ll just give way and head back to the inn for a drink—

“–I don’t find that impressive, you know?”

“…!?”

As we passed each other, their arm shot out and grabbed me.

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I was wondering if they were suspicious but this person is a pickpocket.

Moreover, I’m quite familiar with them.
From walking without any suspicion until just now, their arms dart straight into my pockets.

But, unfortunately for them: this old man is pretty confident in his eyes, you see?

“… Shit! Let go!”

“I’m not letting go.”

I grab the pickpocket back, they stiffened for a moment, then immediately regained their senses and started to struggle.

Was it a woman from their voice? They also sound like they’re not too old.

Hmm, it’s a little painful for such a young kid to be forced into crime.
I’m going to have to turn her to the city guard now.

“… Tch!”

“Woah?!”

Fwoosh.

Fire suddenly shoots up from the arm I was holding.

–Was that magic?!

I reflexively guard against the flames and the heat.
Of course, I let go of her arm in the process.

“…!

“Ah.”

By the time I noticed, it was already too late.

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Without hesitation, the woman who’d nearly set my arm alight disappeared into an alley here in the Central District.

I thought I’d chase her for a moment but I’ve only been here in Baltrain a short time.
I don’t know much about the city’s layout and I don’t know much about the alleys off the main streets.

“”

Furthermore, it’s dark.
Even if I chased after her, there’s no guarantee I’d catch up.

I was somewhat disappointed.
No, no harm done because I wasn’t actually attacked.

“… Huh?”

I look in the direction the pickpocket disappeared and noticed there was something shining in the moonlight.

I was a little interested and approached it, it seemed to be a pendant.

“… Seems they dropped this, huh?”

When I take it into my hands, it’s quite old.
There were some small scratches but because it was well-maintained, I couldn’t find any dust or dirt.

I don’t know if the Knights do any of this kind of work but for the moment, I’ll report it as a lost item tomorrow.
If Alexia or Henblitz are around, I’ll tell them where I got it.

“… I’m no good with fire,” I muttered.

Lucy and Xeno Glaive.
I’ve got no good memories of flames lately.

But is there a special reason why a magician would turn to a pickpocket? Judging from her voice, she seemed to be the same age as Kuruni or younger.

Well, if something goes wrong, nothing you can do about it.

This was a little unfortunate event.
I’ve got no choice but to clean up and gather my thoughts.
I’m neither a hero nor a thief.
Moreover, I’m not a noble and righteous man.
I’m not a bad person, either.

“Should I head home?”

At this time, I’m limited to heading home and taking a bath before bed.

Of course, there’s no one to reply to me.
As I walked down Baltrain’s streets, no one else was there, only my footsteps echoed quietly.