Lynn stood in the center of the training ground, the air thick with the scent of ice, snow, and horse manure, and several ravens shrieked from the castle walls.
This winter was exceptionally cold.
Without the warmth of mole-skin gloves, one's fingers might freeze off.
Alliser Thorne was already waiting there, followed by two dozen Night's Watch members.
Their faces were etched with resentment.
"Today, let this deserter understand what discipline means," Thorne's voice was particularly grating.
The Night's Watch members behind him nodded in agreement, clutching various weapons.
Lynn slowly drew his longsword, its blade reflecting a cold gleam in the pale morning light.
The feeling after the skill upgrade was completely different.
Every sword swing, every step, seemed more precise and deadly.
"Who's first?" Lynn extended his longsword, pointing it at the group.
This dismissive gesture only fueled their rage.
A burly man with a full beard stepped forward.
He wielded a two-handed battle-axe and was exceptionally robust.
"Boy, I'm going to chop off your head and kick it around like a ball!" The burly man roared as he charged at Lynn, his battle-axe carving a fierce arc in the air.
Lynn's body shifted slightly.
The battle-axe whistled past his shoulder, stirring a gust of wind.
The next instant, Lynn's sword was already pressed against the burly man's neck.
The entire process was too fast for anyone to clearly see.
The burly man's eyes were filled with disbelief, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Next," Lynn retracted his longsword, his tone still calm.
The burly man retreated to the side, looking utterly dejected.
The second challenger was a tall, thin man who used a spear.
He tried to use the length advantage of his weapon to keep Lynn at a distance.
But Lynn weaved within his attack range, each dodge perfectly timed, gradually closing in on him.
As the spear thrust towards Lynn's chest, Lynn sidestepped the spearhead, simultaneously striking the spear shaft with his sword.
The wooden spear shaft snapped with a crack.
The tall, thin man was left with only half a broken spear in his hand.
He stared blankly at his weapon.
"I surrender," he dropped the broken spear and retreated, crestfallen.
The third, the fourth, the fifth... every challenger was defeated cleanly and decisively.
After the skill upgrade, Lynn's swordsmanship became even more exquisite.
He began to overwhelm his opponents with technique.
What appeared to be extremely simple sword moves became unpredictable in Lynn's hands.
The expressions on the faces of the surrounding Night's Watch members transformed from mockery to shock, and then from shock to fear.
Alliser Thorne's face grew increasingly grim.
"Damn it, how did he suddenly become so strong?"
"He certainly wasn't like this last time."
Thorne gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.
After another challenger fell, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.
Lynn stood amidst a pile of defeated opponents, while the others clutched their weapons but dared not step forward.
Lynn's breathing was only slightly quickened, as if he had just completed a morning exercise.
"Anyone else?" Lynn's gaze swept over the remaining Night's Watch members.
Everyone he looked at unconsciously took a step back.
Alliser Thorne took a deep breath and finally stepped forward himself.
"It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson myself."
Thorne drew his own longsword, a finely crafted weapon.
The blade was engraved with intricate patterns, clearly not an ordinary item.
"Ser Thorne, are you sure you want to do this?" Tyrion's voice came from the courtyard entrance.
He, Jon, and Arya walked over, their expressions somewhat worried.
If Lynn were to be killed, the secrets he wanted to know would also be buried with him.
"This is an internal matter of the Night's Watch," Thorne replied without turning his head.
"You have no right to interfere."
Tyrion frowned but ultimately did not intervene.
The Night's Watch indeed had its own rules, and outsiders were not to meddle.
Arya nervously clutched Benjen's sleeve.
"Uncle, will Lynn be in danger?"
Benjen shook his head.
"Thorne is stronger than the average Night's Watch member, and he is older, so his experience will be richer than Lynn's. Overall, Lynn is at a disadvantage."
"However, I don't think he will be a match for Lynn."
Benjen recalled the scene where he taught Lynn archery.
He truly was a promising talent with excellent comprehension!
Meanwhile, Thorne raised his longsword, adopting a standard combat stance.
He was, after all, the master-at-arms of Castle Black, his strength superior to those of ordinary Night's Watch members.
"Boy, let me show you what true swordsmanship is!" Thorne charged at Lynn, his sword moves fierce and precise.
Each thrust aimed at Lynn's vital points, showing no mercy.
Lynn retreated a few steps, beginning to seriously engage.
Thorne's strength was indeed considerable, his swordsmanship seasoned and ruthless, befitting an experienced Night's Watch member.
However, Lynn's skill had already reached the mastery level, and his learned sword moves were technically no less inferior to Thorne's.
Their sword blades clashed repeatedly in the air, emitting crisp metallic sounds.
Sparks flew, illuminating their focused faces.
One minute... two minutes... As time passed, Thorne grew increasingly alarmed!
He could even feel that Lynn's swordsmanship was constantly improving during their fight, each move more refined than the last.
What kind of heaven-defying comprehension was this?
Lynn could even try to imitate some of his own sword moves!
This ability to rapidly grow in combat sent shivers down Thorne's spine.
"This is impossible!"
Thorne's stamina was constantly depleting, and so was Lynn's.
So, Thorne gritted his teeth and launched a fierce assault.
But even though Lynn was tired, he had completely adapted to Thorne's rhythm.
Since childhood, Lynn had been bullied by his classmates.
It was his father who taught Lynn.
When fighting others, don't mind how careless your opponent seems.
If you feel tired, he's also tired, perhaps even more tired than you!
If you feel pain? He also feels pain, perhaps even more pain than you!
Never be fooled by appearances.
Use your maximum strength, give it your all!
Only by persevering can you win!
Those who give up halfway can only be bullied by others!
From that day on, no one dared to bully Lynn again.
An enraged Lynn was like a mad dog; he would either beat others down or be beaten down himself.
Only one person could be left standing!
Lynn gritted his teeth and actively began to increase the force of his blows, engaging Thorne in a fierce exchange.
From understanding his opponent's style, to counterattacking, expanding his advantage, and achieving results... Finally, after a clever parry, Lynn panted and relaxed his body.
But the tip of his longsword was already pressed against Thorne's throat.
The courtyard once again fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Alliser Thorne, the master-at-arms of Castle Black.
Had he actually been defeated by a "deserter"?
"Do you yield?"
Thorne's face flushed crimson, and veins bulged on his forehead.
But the sword tip was right at his throat.
With a slight push from Lynn, he would die on the spot.
"I... I yield," Thorne said, gritting his teeth as he uttered those words.
Lynn retracted his longsword and turned to face all the Night's Watch members.
"Now, does anyone still object?"
No one answered.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet Lynn's gaze.
The battle just now had completely intimidated them.
"Very well," Lynn nodded, sheathing his sword.
"From now on, if anyone has an issue, feel free to come find me."
With that, Lynn turned and left the training ground.
Lord Commander Mormont stood by the window of the tower, having witnessed everything.
"This young man..." the Old Bear muttered to himself.
"Perhaps letting him leave Castle Black is indeed the best choice."
In the afternoon, Mormont summoned Lynn.
The room remained simple, and the fireplace burned brightly.
The raven still perched on the Old Bear's shoulder, scrutinizing Lynn with its black, bead-like eyes.
"Sit," Mormont gestured to the chair opposite him.
Lynn sat down, awaiting the Old Bear's words.
"Your performance this morning was excellent," Mormont began slowly.
"I haven't seen such outstanding swordsmanship in a long time."
"Thank you for the Lord Commander's praise," Lynn replied humbly.
"However, what I'm more curious about is the speed of your strength improvement."
Mormont's gaze sharpened.
"Not long ago, you were just an ordinary Night's Watch member, and your swordsmanship was quite average, only considered upper-middle tier. Yet today, you were able to defeat Thorne."
"This rate of progress is somewhat unusual."
Lynn's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained normal.
"Perhaps it's a blessing from the Old Gods."
Mormont stared at Lynn for a long time, finally nodding.
"Whatever the reason, since you can make them shut up, I will fulfill my previous promise."
Lynn awaited the Old Bear's next words.
Mormont stood up and walked to the window.
"You may accompany Lord Stark to King's Landing."
"But officially, you are still a Night's Watch member."
"This is the best arrangement I can give you."
Lynn's heart rejoiced.
"As you command, Lord Commander."
"However..." Mormont turned around.
"Before you leave, I hope you can help us with one thing."
"What is it?"
"Wildling activity beyond the Wall is becoming more frequent."
Mormont walked back to the table and unfolded a map.
"I need you to lead a group to clear this area."
He pointed out several locations on the map.
"Wildling traces have recently been found in these places."
"With your current strength, you should be able to handle this task."
Lynn carefully examined the marked locations on the map.
Those places were not too far from the Wall, but the number of wildlings could be substantial.
Mormont sat down again.
"However, I suggest you bring more men. Although wildlings have crude equipment, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated."
Lynn nodded.
This was exactly the opportunity he needed.
More wildlings meant more experience points.
At the same time, the ancestral Valyrian Single Handed Sword of the Old Bear was exactly what he urgently needed at the moment.
The longer he could stay here, the greater the possibility of obtaining longclaw.
longclaw, a Valyrian steel sword enchanted with spells and magic, was originally given by the Old Bear to Jon as repayment for saving his life.
He could only apologize to Jon.
"I need three days to prepare."
"Very well," Mormont waved his hand.
"Go, and I hope you return safely."
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