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Kariel’s training seemed very monotonous on the surface.
Like running to improve her stamina, or doing specific repetitive exercises to develop her muscles.
She was completely out of touch with that.
What he did was extremely simple.
Grab the sword and repeat 7 movements.
If the 4 are stances, the other 3 are simple movements that are close to the meaning of swinging and stabbing in earnest.
He only diligently repeated that.
That too at a constant speed.
From sunrise to sunset, there was no inflection point in the flow.
However, as the days passed, the connection speed of the action slowed down.
That’s the one month old day.
With only 100 repetitions of the seven movements, he was exhausted.
The rising sun had already tilted over the other side, and the moon was shining brightly with a group of stars.
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After a while, another month passed.
He reached the point where he could eat half a day just by repeating the seven movements 10 times.
At first glance, it looks as if it has stopped.
But he was clearly moving.
Finely. Very minutely.
“It is a very dense training.”
Ases saw this and burst into small exclamations.
Does she understand what that act means?
Mines had no way of knowing.
She was a bit skeptical about holding a weapon, and even about the need for it.
It’s not just because she inherited the legacy of the Great Demon King.
By nature, she hated fighting and intimidating others.
… And she fully understood that this kind of personality was quite unsuitable for living in this era.
She didn’t like what she didn’t like.
I feel the need.
Neither violence nor force is a necessary evil.
If it’s to protect yourself and your surroundings from someone else’s violence.
It must be a necessary evil.
“… ….”
In that case.
What does Kariel sharpen and polish her sword for?
Want to succeed? Desire for honor?
I envy strength.
Like pursuing the fruits that can be obtained by becoming stronger.
Venus, whom I had always seen in Somern, longed for and envied strength more than anyone else.
Wielding power is a by-product of having it.
On the other hand, what about Ases?
She believed that she had to be strong to reap fruit, so she only pursued strength.
To her, both her strength and her skills were nothing more than tools for her needs.
Therefore, there is no such thing as attachment.
I just want to acquire it because I need it, use it because I need it, and try to own it.
Then what about Kariel?
After a long time passed, it was about the time winter came and spring came again.
His training has become more bizarre than before, and he has become more tenacious.
Now I’m repeating the seven movements once, but it’s gotten to the point where I haven’t slept for two days.
Like a stone statue or statue fixed in a human body, he felt as if he was enjoying a world that had been stopped all along.
However, after returning after a long time, the posture and movement had changed, albeit minutely.
When I wake up after sleeping, the change in motion becomes more extreme.
It is moving.
Even inside that seemingly stationary place, he was openly moving.
“When you learn the basics of the dragon god sword, you learn about 500 moves?”
To Mines, who was watching from a distance with deep doubts, Aces, who was standing next to him, started talking like that.
Mines wanted something.
“500?”
“Yes. I had to memorize everything.”
If your head is flying and your body is not following you, you will have to spend your whole life memorizing it.
But the funny thing is, just because you memorized it, you couldn’t say you learned swordsmanship or swordsmanship.
That hadn’t even begun yet.
“If you learn 500 things like that and handle them skillfully and subconsciously. Now you have to cut that motion in half. Then learn more than 200 movements from scratch, and then cut out another half to master over 100 movements again….”
“…… Is there a reason you do that?”
Even if you practice only dozens of movements for years, decades, or even a lifetime, there are still a lot of inexperienced people.
What Ases explained sounded like something far outside the scope of common sense.
“Training and mastery, understanding of reason and understanding of use. Body modification. They said everything was included. Anyway, if you reduce and reduce it like that, if you get around 20 movements, you are now intermediate.”
“… ….”
“From there, again, this time increase and increase and return to the same 500 movements. We have to go through the same reverse process as before to make it that way.”
Dabad’s throwing god is a systematized swordsmanship through such a process.
For example, before going through the reverse process, it was Dabad’s Tushin-ryu that was established to teach by implying all of the practice, acquisition, training, and understanding.
“It’s like the one who went ahead cut through the shortcut well. That’s why those who learn the fighting god style got the privilege of learning the dragon god sword….”
To master it is generally close to impossible.
Even if you try to catch up, you are already close to old age in terms of human age.
That’s why unless you’re born with a talent from heaven… Daesung is said to have crossed the water.
Innately.
For this reason, we have no choice but to see it as an area that can never be achieved with great effort.
… I don’t know if that effort is enough to reach the sky.
“Of those 500 movements, select a few movements that can be utilized, used, and polished steadily. That’s an advanced level by dragon god sword standards. This is the level I have reached now.”
“By the way, Ases, you didn’t use it for me before, did you?”
Even at the time of her confrontation with herself, she didn’t seem to be able to properly use that dragon sword or something.
“No, I was writing. What I have systematized in Dragonsword is limited to body movements and footsteps. There is only one action to use a sword. With that, you accepted it well, right? I even blocked it.”
“… ….”
“And, there is a limit at only the upper level. Beyond the superlative level, if you had reached the level of a master… I wouldn’t have been so helpless at the time. I couldn’t see that I was in very good shape, but… You wouldn’t have to be so hurt when you confront that crazy corps commander.”
It was difficult to understand her, but I could roughly grasp the meaning of what she was trying to say.
“Now he is going through something similar to the process you described. Is that what you want to say?”
“I don’t know. The sword of Grandeus I know is not like that.”
But maybe that’s right.
So, from now on, it should be considered that only he inherits Grandeus’s swordsmanship in the true sense.
The Relief Knights’ obsession with Elbat is abnormal.
As for why he was so obsessed, Aces had no way of knowing.
You don’t even have to understand.
Anyway, it’s a tool, right?
And.
Unexpectedly, in this aspect, Kariel and Ases shared a bizarre position.
He treated even his own swordsmanship as a tool.
If you knew the relief knights, it would be enough to grab the back goal and get over it.
By their standards, that would be close to blasphemy.
… Even if the blasphemer is the closest to divinity.
Ding! Tying!
Kariel, who finished her training long after the sun went down, was eating a meal once every three days these days.
Same as rest.
As a result, Aristhetis, who came to her to learn how to play the guitar, also came every three days.
Of course, during that time, musical instruments were not held in the hands of their owners, so it was usually held by Aristetis.
“It has improved a lot.”
“hehehe….”
At Kariel’s evaluation, her girl scratched the back of her head and expressed embarrassment.
“My playing has improved a lot now. However… Coming up with a new song like a senior or applying various performance techniques to a song… Yet….”
“It’s not because I excel at that kind of thing. Don’t worry too much.”
“Still, you create a variety of songs in an instant, right?”
“… ….”
Rarely, Kariel, who had a calm face at that time, would make a rather unfamiliar expression.
Should I say embarrassing or awkward?
“Because I’m not making it, I’m just reproducing what I hear.”
“Isn’t that what it is?”
Aristhetis was usually shy and shy.
She used to talk a lot and her eyes would twinkle when she faced Kariel.
That’s….
“Isn’t that the guy with the dark heart?”
Asses sat next to Mines who was looking up at the night sky from the roof of the hut.
“It’s girlish. Didn’t she say that she wanted to find a good spouse in the beginning?”
“It’s a snob. Snob.”
She was an easy-going Aces, but she didn’t seem to criticize or pay much attention to the relationship between Kariel and Aristhetis, whom she became close with.
“Then, does Ah-seth focus only on her master-servant relationship itself? What about him?”
“I’m a little bit mean with the question. As I said before, I don’t care. Either way.”
Whether you kill a wolf, a cow, or a chicken with a cleaver.
The essence of a kitchen knife remains unchanged.
Likewise.
Whether it’s killing cows, monsters, or people with a sword.
It’s just a black sword.
“Being a master and servant is also a form determined by the world. Since you can’t trust each other, it’s like building up trust by dividing up and down and having procedures and order. If only trust is guaranteed, what does it have to do with master and servant, comrade and husband and wife?”
“… ….”
It is also unique.
Maybe Minnes will never be able to relate to her way of thinking.
However, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand.
Since we’ve been together for a long time, I guess I managed to get to know you.
“How about you? If you feel like it, try pushing it.”
“… ….”
I like it.
For him, goodwill and respect, such feelings were bigger.
In the first place, looking at his present, he did not appear to be capable of loving and longing for someone and devoting himself to someone.
What if you could?
That makes me a little curious.
Not to mention Mines, he can still walk shoulder to shoulder with someone he himself.
He had doubts about that.
It is a fate that cannot live a normal life.
At the time she left Somern, she had already accepted that fate.
She wasn’t wasting her time here either.
The legacy of the Great Demon King.
Because he was engrossed in reconsidering the use of that absurd power and arranging it.
“Go, thank you!”
Underneath, still, the girl was chasing something dark with eyes of love.
Is it that lovely? Does it look shiny?
Maybe you can understand a little about that.
Kariel’s playing was very competent.
Thanks to that, when it was time for him to practice and play, the gathering would settle down like Deukdal.
Even some of the animals used to sit on their seats at that time, sometimes brazenly.
Like a bear lying down in a tree over there right now.
Like a fox yawning on top of a tree.
It must be a rare sight to see a pack of wolves dragging their cubs along, yawning and staring at the campfire.
It’s as if that time is the law of the wild, and even the rule of the jungle is an exception.
When the short and long playing time was over, they would naturally disappear as if they were leaving their seats.
… At that point, I can only say that they are half-spirited creatures.
“Today was also fun.”
Aristhetis hugged the guitar tightly as if embracing a precious object, bowed and disappeared.
The place where she lives is located quite far from here.
“That kid looks pretty interested in you, doesn’t he?”
“… ….”
In spite of Ashes’s mischievous words, Kariel did not express himself.
“That’s her business.”
“What if I confess?”
“… I am nothing.”
Without a word of acceptance or rejection.
He ended his remarks with an ambiguous expression.
So what do you mean?
“Not fun.”
Athes, who had been chasing Kariel’s back to the cave, entered her cabin as if his excitement had cooled.
“… ….”
And I watched the scene from the roof of the cabin, watching the trail of the bonfire as the light faded and now only a faint, fine cloud of smoke.
Mines sat still for a while and wandered in the pouring silence and solitude.
I wonder how long this silence will last.
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You could call it peace.
Are we really welcoming peace?
Or are they hardening their minds to prepare for another war?
One thing was certain.
As long as we don’t break the chains of burdens and entangled tasks.
Me too, and him too.
No peace nor stability.
… That there will be no rest.
Mines was feeling it instinctively.
Spring has passed again like that.
Summer is coming.
When autumn arrives again.
“Ah….”
Kariel, who had been engrossed in training as never before, sighed at the air as if she had suddenly realized something.
“You are too late to participate in the horse riding event.”
She recalled something she had forgotten, but as if it was nothing.
After a while, as if he had forgotten even that sigh, he devoted himself to training again.
Then the world turns white again.
Above, in a high mountain range standing tall in the distance.
As if white traces are blown away by a strong wind and fall.
Even here, the first snow of the year has begun to pile up.
How long have you been here?
A year and several months had passed.