Episode 77 – I think I know roughly.
77. I think I know roughly.
The sun was setting.
The scarlet glow of the sunset came through the skylight, coloring the interior dreamily.
The sound of boys and girls laughing from outside mixed with the sound of insects became the background.
There were two men in that training ground.
One was standing holding a sword, and the other was sitting on the floor with a cigarette in his mouth.
The one standing was Goren.
He started speaking.
“Accuracy is more important than anything else in a fast sword. “This is such an obvious fact.”
“Hmm.”
Leon slowly exhaled smoke and nodded.
“Think of a lightning strike. Lightning is faster and more powerful than anything else. However, no one considers it to be a threatening natural phenomenon.”
“Is it because it doesn’t fit well?”
“That’s right. This is because most of them are focused on something other than people. “No one has to worry about being struck by lightning while walking down the street.”
“Hmm.”
“In other words, even if you use a sword as fast as lightning, it is meaningless if it doesn’t hit you in the end. “It’s as meaningless as a quick flick of a black fly’s wings.”
“It is indeed correct.”
“The point is to move the sword quickly, but at a speed that allows complete control. In fact, this applies not only to swords but also to other things. “Bobeop, new beop, etc.”
“That’s right. “I could be faster, but I just don’t.”
“······.”
Goren flinched for a moment when Leon said he could go faster.
“So, there is a teaching that is emphasized over and over again in our family. “We are not swinging the sword quickly, but rather positioning the sword at the target point as quickly as possible.”
‘Isn’t it just a play on words? ‘That’s it.’
“······From the look in his eyes, I think he thought it was just a play on words, but making such a small change in mindset makes a big difference.”
“I guess the Waldvin family also teaches mind reading.”
“Then, what should I cultivate in order to control the sword, that is, to keep it in my hands even in a short period of time?”
“Hmm, concentration? Eyesight? Thinking rotation? Reflection speed?”
“All are correct. “We collectively refer to these elements as pure power.”
It can be interpreted as pure power, in other words, the ability to control the moment. It had a similar meaning to quickness.
Leon organized it.
“Then cultivating that pure power will become a priority.”
“It’s the foundation, the first step.”
“If it’s false…”
Leon threw the butt back.
“Where do you think I am now?”
Goren spoke with sharp eyes.
“I was already planning to see it. “Get up.”
* · * *
Wedge! Wedge! Squirt-!
“Why Young…”
Leon shook his head and spat out.
The blade continued to skim around his cheek and the nape of his neck.
“Hmph!”
A suppressed cry burst out of Goren’s mouth.
At the same time, his hand erupted, leaving countless afterimages.
Pibibbibibbibibit-!
Dozens of needle-like sharp stabs were aimed at Leon.
Leon’s eyes sparkled.
He finally moved the wooden sword he was holding.
Ta-dad-dad-dad-!
The sword kept the center line and shed, parried, and blocked the oncoming shock.
Leon’s exquisitely twisted body avoided the rest of the attack.
As if he were a solid rock, he did not move a single step.
“The end?”
“Huh…”
Goren let down his wooden sword in desperation.
“······I felt it back then, but you are still much better than me. “It makes me feel embarrassed to have the last name Waldvin.”
And she coolly admitted it.
This refers to pure power.
Goren, who had been training in this field his whole life, felt a sense of self-destruction. At least this shouldn’t be pushed aside.
“What?”
Leon shrugged his shoulders.
The reason he had outstanding pure power was not simply because he acquired the talent of a sword.
Practical experience.
Things I have felt and accumulated while crossing countless lines of fire. And the memories instilled into Mahondan.
A life-threatening fight is on a different level from training and sparring.
Leon only went through rough and rough places.
A place where knives, poisons, and memorization appear without your knowledge.
As you walk down the alley, bricks fall from above.
A child who was approaching begging for bread stabbed him with a knife.
The stew the old woman served with a gentle smile contained poison.
A place where you have to be careful where you step in case you step on a landmine.
That’s it.
Group warfare, annihilation warfare, chase warfare, hand-to-hand combat, retreat warfare, indoor warfare…
A type of battle that cannot be counted with two hands.
Armed robbers, gangsters, contractors, operatives, demons, beasts, monsters…
There are just as many different types of enemies.
Leon has fought regardless of time, place, or opponent.
So, there was something that he was naturally raised with.
Intuition, sixth sense, instinct.
Calmness, boldness, composure.
Concentration, quickness, reaction speed.
Various abilities required to control an instant of time.
Because of this, Leon’s time had no choice but to pass more slowly than others.
Goren doesn’t know his past.
‘Does that make sense? Has our family’s mana method been leaked? Could it be Crusif?’
They refused to understand and were making up conspiracy theories like this.
Party!
“A billion!”
Leon slapped the stunned Goren on the cheek.
“Calm down, man. So next. “What should I do?”
Goren responded, rubbing his numb cheek with his hand.
“First of all, we have to push you to at least the limit… But you are too strong. “It’s not much of a threat, is it?”
“Tsk, really?”
That was when Leon frowned.
Snap!
The door of training hall 6 was wide open.
Inyoung, with a slender figure, entered with the twilight on her back.
Ruby jewel-like eyes and flowing silver ponytail were visible.
“Leon, why are you here?”
“Oh! Princess!”
Leon waved his hand very happily.
“Nice to meet you! “How did you know about this place?”
“······I came here to ask the cadets about their whereabouts.”
Esabel was momentarily taken aback by Leon’s excessive tension.
“Let’s spar.”
Still, I said what I had to say until the end.
“Um… Is that so?”
Of course, Leon didn’t even listen.
I was just happy that the bio golem for training had arrived at the right time.
“Good. “Please help me first.”
“······?”
“Now, hold the wooden sword here.”
“??”
* · * *
Esabel in the front.
Goren on the back.
And Leon is caught in the middle.
Just right, ta-da-da-da! Ta-dak!
The three wooden swords crossed, clashed, and made a bursting sound.
“Keep focusing! “You can feel the sensation of time slowing down to the limit!”
“······.”
Leon only answered in his mind.
I didn’t have time to open my mouth.
The 3rd and 4th place players combined the attack properly, so the difficulty level was quite high for Leon as well.
In particular, Esa Bell was so angry that she swung her wooden sword with the intention of breaking Leon’s head.
A quick sword flies from the front and a heavy sword flies from the back.
Since each sword has different properties, the things you have to worry about have doubled.
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Esabel, whose single blow is heavy, and Goren, who cleverly targets gaps and critical points.
It was indeed tricky and difficult.
Her hands and feet became dizzy.
Leon felt that he was reaching the limit of his speed.
He thought this was a matter of life and death and increased his concentration even more.
This was supported by his outstanding sword skills.
Time in the world has become slower and slower.
We were entering the realm of a moment.
I was able to catch the opponent from his toes to his swordplay at a glance. I could see Essa Belle’s burning eyes and her clenched jaw.
Leon followed Goren’s words and contemplated this moment.
Hands moving out reflexively and lower body moving at will.
Mana runs wild through naturally controlled breathing and circuits.
The next action is instinctively predicted and made.
All of this had to be controlled. He had to lead and rule.
It should not have been left to the realm of the unconscious. Everything had to be done according to one’s will.
You can travel through the gaps in time as you wish.
Extreme concentration. Leon accelerated his thinking.
I had a dizzying pain in my head and felt like I had a rat in my brain.
He thought of one movement.
I calmly envisioned one sword.
‘I said the goal was to get the sword to the target point as quickly as possible.’
Change in mindset.
Pibibbbit-!
Whoa!
A stab like a beam of light and a slash like a mountain.
The breathing, gap, and gap between the two swordsmen.
Maximum speed and perfect sword stroke.
Consider and synthesize the elements to derive what you should draw.
Two—geun!
My heart beat loudly once.
Fuuu-
Esabel’s ankles and waist twist, and the sword is pointed diagonally.
Wedge-Aae-ae-
Goren, holding the sword with one hand, fires a blow aimed at the left armpit.
That moment was captured as if it were captured in a photograph.
Clearer vision.
Leon saw the road.
Fit-
Stepping on the Cheonryeongbo, sliding between the two.
Connect the swords with two points in the air.
It was a point that blocked the flow of Goren and Esabel.
Leon’s sword connected left and right.
—Just right!
In fact, we collided twice, but they were so fast that the sounds overlapped into one.
“······.”
“······.”
“······.”
Everyone stopped and fell into silence.
Just right, ta da da da da da-.
Two wooden swords rolled on the training ground tiles.
“”······.””
Goren and Esabel looked down at their empty hands.
Leon was behind their backs.
He slowly relaxed his movements.
“I think I know roughly.”
And then he grinned and muttered.