The swordsmen of the Water God lineage are indeed considered masters of defense. Compared to swordsmen of other lineages, they are more sensitive to threats.
But precisely because of this, they can feel the threat even more acutely.
That feeling of having their life held in the opponent's hands, as if the opponent could take their head at any moment, is not pleasant.
Roa shrugged. The simplest method is to let the opponent take a trip to the gates of hell. When they truly encounter someone with significantly higher strength, they will be able to react.
Roa said to everyone, "Next, watch closely."
He drew his sword.
Roa's movements were not particularly swift.
He simply swung the long sword in his hand towards the opponent in an unremarkable manner.
But even with such plainness, the aura emanating from Roa was already suffocating everyone.
Ginger's face turned pale. She instinctively gripped the sword hilt, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably.
If she were to face him, everyone would probably be killed in that instant.
The long sword glimmered coldly under the sunlight.
There was no need for speed; they needed training, not to be abused.
The long sword slowly rested against the opponent's neck in front of everyone, yet the opponent could not make any move.
Clearly, her brain was constantly telling her body to move, but her hands and legs were stubbornly refusing to cooperate.
Roa smiled and said, "Try to break free from this pressure."
The soldier opened his mouth, his teeth chattering, and said, "I can't do it. I don't know why, but my hands and feet won't listen. Forget about drawing the sword; I just want to run away right now."
Roa did not use all his strength; his pressure was probably only at half, yet even so, these young men were terrified.
Roa nodded and said to everyone, "This is normal. Overcome the fear in your hearts. Come on, try again?"
Ginger stood behind Roa, her expression was quite remarkable.
As a knight in the third prince's personal guard of the kingdom, even ranking twelfth among knights, it proved that her strength was not weak.
She tried to control her right hand, attempting to draw her sword, but the attempt did not go well. Her survival instinct told her to escape immediately, but her duty as a knight told her that even if she died, she must die here.
Her right hand gripping the sword hilt trembled continuously, but Ginger finally managed to draw the sword.
But what now? In her current state, could she really fight the enemy?
This was no longer a fight for survival; it was a death wish.
In her current situation, she was completely unable to battle.
Roa noticed movement behind him and instinctively glanced back, seeing Ginger, who looked pale.
Although she appeared to be in poor condition, she was undoubtedly the best performer among those present.
Of course, excluding Roxy.
If Roxy were to be bullied like this, she would probably scream and faint from fright.
Roxy was definitely not particularly bold.
Roxy did not know what was happening, but seeing the expressions of everyone present, she could guess a thing or two.
Since it was training, there was naturally Roa's method of training. Roxy did not understand this aspect of knowledge, so she just watched from the side.
Ginger noticed Roa's gaze and forced a smile that looked worse than crying. It was hard to imagine that someone like Ginger, who usually had a poker face, would show such an expression.
Roa nodded at Ginger and praised, "Not bad, you are quite good. A swordsman like you, even when facing a higher-level Sword God master, might still be able to defeat the opponent."
Roa meant this sincerely. Although the so-called pressure in this world wasn't as outrageous as what he had seen in web novels from his previous life, where a strong person could crush a weaker one just by revealing their aura, the so-called pressure did exist.
For example, like now.
However, Roa's words didn't sound so pleasant to Ginger.
Ginger opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she could only manage a bitter smile.
Then Roa began to try to get these young men to draw their swords.
Pressure, in simple terms, is actually just momentum. If the gap in strength is too great, a highly skilled swordsman can easily intimidate a lower-level swordsman, thus affecting the latter's performance.
Of course, this kind of momentum is not omnipotent.
Some adventurers, although their own strength is not very strong, have gone through many life-and-death trials. Even when facing enemies two levels above them, they can still resist stubbornly. This situation does not include swordsmen above the king level.
Now, Roa's requirement was simply that everyone could draw their swords.
The training time wasn't very long, and the swordsmanship training was just something Ginger had thought of on a whim.
After all, no one would really think that Roa would be a true Sword King.
After half an hour, Roa retracted his aura and returned the sword to the young man who had questioned him earlier.
Seeing Roa walking towards him, the young man's expression turned even paler due to his earlier fear.
However, he still forced a smile and made a very awkward grin at Roa.
After sheathing the sword back into the young man's scabbard, Roa nodded at everyone.
This batch of new recruits was not very skilled, just average.
If they could break free from Roa's pressure, it was basically certain that they would become upper-level Water God Flow swordsmen without any accidents.
But in the end, only Ginger was able to break free from that kind of pressure first.
Roa felt a bit bored, but after giving them this lesson, he believed that they would have some experience to deal with other Sword God masters in the future.
Roa resumed his previous sunny and handsome demeanor, but everyone present would no longer underestimate this young man.
Ginger nodded at Roxy, and it was now Roxy's turn to step forward and train the soldiers.
Roxy's method of training soldiers was very simple; she mostly used low-level or mid-level spells that caused less damage, allowing these soldiers to defend and thus form muscle memory.
In the future, even when faced with spells cast by mages, they would be able to react quickly.
The training time wasn't long, but the intensity was surprisingly high.
After all, having to concentrate fully to deal with magic that could suddenly appear was not an easy task.
If they didn't respond in time, they could be blown away directly. Although it wouldn't lead to permanent injury, it was inevitable that they would feel uncomfortable for a while, so everyone's mental focus was gathered in this aspect.
Training might feel like years for these soldiers, but for Roa, it was just a blink of an eye.
Gathering the earth elements in the air, Roa crafted a small stool and sat down, grinning as he watched the soldiers floundering about.
From time to time, the sounds of soldiers wailing in pain reached his ears, which amused Roa greatly.
Ginger glanced at Roa, feeling somewhat helpless.
She realized that he was simply a jester.
Ginger wasn't afraid of jesters, but she was wary of powerful jesters.
Standing aside, watching everyone train, Ginger felt that everyone had reached their limit, so she said to Roxy, "Lady Roxy, I trouble you."
Roxy nodded, yawned, and looked at Roa with an unhappy expression while holding her staff.
Roa was puzzled, not understanding why the girl was glaring at him like that.
Roa reached out to stroke Roxy's forehead and smiled, "Be good, Master Roxy, don't be angry~"
However, Roa's words undoubtedly made Roxy even angrier.
Roxy slapped Roa's hand away and said angrily, "Don't treat me like a child! You're not allowed to touch my head; I am your master."
Roa blinked and nodded seriously, saying to Roxy, "I will definitely not touch Master Roxy's head again."
Only after hearing this did Roxy feel satisfied, gripping her staff as she walked towards the palace.
After a moment, Roxy paused and said to Ginger, "Then, I will take my disciple and go over there."
Ginger wanted to ask if she needed to arrange a room for them, but seeing Roxy's slightly shy expression, she understood the situation. She nodded at Roa and Roxy and added, "You both have worked hard."
Roa waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Not hard, not hard, it's all part of the job."
Ginger didn't say anything more, stepping forward to check on the wailing soldiers. She cleared her throat and began to prepare for a leadership speech.
Roa directly took Roxy's hand and smiled at her, "Master Roxy, let's go."
Roxy's cheeks flushed, indicating that she still wasn't used to the young man's style.
However, Roxy didn't resist either; her right hand tightened around her staff unconsciously.
The soldiers they encountered on the way greeted Roxy, then looked at Roa with surprised expressions, curiosity evident on their faces.
However, the soldiers didn't ask too many questions. After greeting, they resumed their daily patrols.
After half an hour, they arrived at Roxy's room.
It was around four in the afternoon, and since she hadn't had lunch and didn't take a nap, Roxy looked quite tired.
Entering Roxy's room, she glanced at the slightly messy space and felt a bit embarrassed, scratching her head as she said to Roa, "Um, my room is a bit messy. Should I have my soldiers arrange a room for you?"
Upon hearing this, Roa immediately refused, saying, "It's fine, I like Master Roxy. Hmm, let me help tidy up a bit."
When Roxy heard Roa say this, she nodded, but for some reason, she inexplicably recalled the times they had shared a bed in the past.
Back then, the scent emanating from the young man always allowed her to sleep peacefully.
However, at that time, Roxy treated Roa as just a child. Now, although he was still the same young man, their identities were no longer the same.
Letting him sleep here at night, one could imagine what would happen next.
Thinking of this, Roxy felt a bit nervous. Sitting in the chair, she brushed her hair behind her ear and asked, her gaze somewhat evasive, "How about we take a bath?"
Roa's eyes lit up, and he eagerly asked Roxy, "Is there a place like a bathhouse here?"
Roxy was slightly taken aback by the unfamiliar term but understood what he meant and nodded, saying, "There is a hot spring here, but it's separated by gender, and it's a communal bath."
Roa nodded. Although he felt a bit regretful that he couldn't take a bath with Roxy, the thought of someone else seeing his wife's body would also trouble him.
The dilemma was whether to use the Sword of Light or the Demon Sword.
Roxy made a pitiful expression, slumping weakly in her chair, and sighed, "I'm so hungry."
Roa shook his head in disbelief, saying, "Is it that serious? It's just one meal you missed!"
Upon hearing this, Roxy displayed a mournful look. Her gaze was so cute that Roa felt he couldn't accept the fact that his wife was hungry. He immediately sat up straight and said seriously, "Wife, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Roxy had somewhat gotten used to Roa's flowery words. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I want to eat rice."
Roa's mouth twitched as he recalled the lunch that could hardly be called delicious rice.
He nodded and asked Roxy, "Do you want the same kind as what you had for lunch?"
Roxy nodded, leaning her head back against the chair, mimicking Roa's previous sitting posture. Unfortunately, she was too short, giving off a comical impression.
No, the word "comical" shouldn't be used for a loli.
It should be "adorable."
Roa thought for a moment and patted his chest, looking as if everything was up to him to handle.
Thus, with Roxy looking expectantly, Roa set off towards the palace kitchen.
In the palace kitchen, it was around four or five in the afternoon, and everyone was preparing for dinner, making the kitchen quite lively.
Everyone was busy with their respective tasks.
Roa didn't say much and directly found someone who looked like the head chef, saying, "Um, I come on behalf of the Goddess Roxy to get some ingredients."
The head chef was currently stir-frying an unknown dish, flipping the meat high into the air. Roa glanced at it and noticed that the edges of the meat had already been burned to a crisp.
The head chef pointed to the ingredients beside him and casually said, "Take whatever you want. Uh, Goddess Roxy? What the hell, whatever, I'm busy here, kid, don't cause trouble."
Then, to Roa's shock, the chef directly added salt to the large pot, began to stir-fry, and casually tossed in a few pieces of what looked like vegetables before scooping the dish out and placing it on a plate.
Roa swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Who is this for?"
Dark cuisine, definitely dark cuisine. He couldn't imagine what state of mind the chef was in to make this dish.
Looking back, he used to always complain about the culinary skills of the Asura Kingdom, but now he felt he had to apologize to all the chefs of the Asura Kingdom.
The head chef scratched his head and casually said, "This is for the Seventh Prince's meal. I'm his personal chef, and I also handle meals for some other royal family members."
Roa was taken aback; it turned out to be for the Seventh Prince. But could anyone really eat this?
It was all meat, and most of it was the fatty kind, glistening with oil.
Just looking at it made Roa feel a bit nauseous.
Whether in his past life or this one, he had always been somewhat resistant to fatty meat.
But in this world, fatty meat seemed to be a very precious ingredient that only nobles could afford.
The head chef didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation with Roa. He arranged the meat neatly, sprinkled some other spices on top, placed the plate on a serving cart, and waved his hand irritably, saying, "I'm off, kid. My time is very precious."
With that, he turned and pushed the serving cart away.
Roa silently complained a few times in his heart, then looked around and took two scoops of yellow rice.
The yellow rice wasn't as terrible as Roa had imagined. In fact, just based on appearance, it was acceptable. Although it wasn't as nice-looking as the white rice from his past life, it certainly wasn't ugly.
The reason it was cooked that way was probably related to the chefs here.
Thinking of this, Roa took the rice and made a run for it.
Two scoops of yellow rice, although not enough for Roa to eat alone, was sufficient for Roxy.
However, the ingredients were another problem. He looked around the kitchen and saw all sorts of strange items.
Of course, this might be related to him just arriving in this country and not knowing what it produced.
But looking at those ingredients, Roa felt he really couldn't bring himself to eat them.
So, after some thought, Roa decided to go fishing outside.
That's right; he planned to catch a fish to try.
Fishing is a skill-intensive activity, and for someone like him, it would be a piece of cake.
Now the question was, he needed to make a collapsible fishing rod first.
A fishing rod could just be a cut pole, and for the line, he could use magic instead. With the elasticity of magic, it would definitely be a level above ordinary silk lines.
However, fishing is a time-consuming task, especially since Roxy was still hungry. It would be somewhat inappropriate for Roa to do this now.
Roa felt sorry for his wife and decided to let Roxy have a warm meal first.
Without further ado, he dashed out and vanished in a blur.
Roa sped away towards the distance at an extremely exaggerated pace.
In the forest, by a lake.
The lake looked beautiful under the glow of the evening sunset.
Someone once said: "The setting sun and the solitary wild goose fly together, the autumn waters and the long sky share the same color."
Although there were no birds in this place, it still had its unique charm.
The water reflected the evening glow in the sky, and a large island quietly floated high above in the distant sky.
The island was mirrored on the clear surface of the lake.
Without saying much, Roa's magic seeped into the water. His magic was very special and didn't feel hindered by the water, easily diving beneath the surface.