73 – 24. If you feel unfair, why don’t you follow me?
There are various ways to deal with mana.
There are different types of mana, and each race has a different way to deal with it.
Human beings whose physical ability is inferior to all races, therefore, belonged to a race with a very high mana dependence.
Depending on whether or not even a simple run uses mana, the difference in physical ability far exceeds that of a child and an adult.
Thus, for warriors and all knights, strengthening their physical abilities through mana is a natural process, just like breathing and drinking water.
This is also the fundamental gap that made me an inferior student and a dropout at the academy.
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In that sense.
… Although my mobility seems unusual, compared to those who strengthen their physical abilities combatively according to actual combat.
There are still a lot of regrets.
What does it mean that you still can’t catch up with me?
‘It’s the same.’
The reason why he jumps on both feet and jumps over buildings to chase me is probably because of his innate physical ability.
It’s probably the result of training.
And it may be different from me.
It’s a way to use mana, and the effect is probably similar to what I’ve been showing all along.
But the difference is clear.
Because I can’t handle mana properly.
But what if someone who knows how to handle mana demonstrates the same or similar swordsmanship skills as mine?
‘It’s a loss though.’
No regrets.
As I looked around the warehouse, I had a rough idea of how he handles his sword.
There is a limit to figuring out with just that.
You’ll understand if you face it in person.
The location is also suitable.
An empty lot that is not an empty lot in a back alley.
Seeing that the disgusting smell of filth emanated from it, it was considered a place with few people.
So.
“Where!”
Immediately after reaching the opposite direction from the direction he was chasing, he secretly stopped moving without even realizing it.
Frighteningly before reaching the target position, it threw itself and attacked.
It’s a surprise attack, but it wasn’t a particularly effective attack.
And, sure enough.
The sword flies faster than the eye.
It’s scary to catch it in the air.
My whole body is staggering.
‘… Differences in physical ability.’
Overwhelming.
The power flowed through the air and landed at the same time.
Overwhelming physical ability formed through natural characteristics and arduous training.
And the next swordsmanship….
“… ….”
Somewhere, it was different.
There is something similar about taking a swordsmanship through a sword held with both hands.
Somehow, there was a slight difference in the way they connected and attacked.
In the first place, a swordsman wielded with the goal of attacking first, exuding hostility and intent to kill.
Is this too inappropriate?
With a sword held in one hand, it sheds its teeth and cuts them off.
Like flowing water.
Sometimes like being caught in a sudden gust of wind.
Shedding, scattering.
“What?!”
As if the other side noticed this side’s intentions, they tried to overwhelm them with their physical abilities without using mana separately.
Speedy sword strikes, just looking at the momentum, poured one after another like that of a heavy single-edged axe.
Something is contradictory, but the abnormal body forcibly implements it.
In hand-to-hand combat, his movements were like a disaster.
A reckless momentum and a wonderful sense are combined with it, and a vicious and relentless offensive is poured out.
Nevertheless.
Thanks to holding it with both hands, the movement and operation of the sword are inevitably somewhat uniform.
No. This is my standard
In the first place.
I couldn’t get used to hundreds of thousands of arrows in the sky, so I faced them until I could respond to them one by one.
For me, who escaped from the damn training, it wasn’t until the time came to face off the charge of dozens to hundreds of warhorses.
… Just because it’s fast doesn’t matter.
It’s a hand-to-hand combat, and even the baptism of all kinds of invisible weapons attacking from all directions without an ally in a melee.
… ‘Cause somehow I got through
In a way, it feels like a long time ago.
When faced with such well-intentioned hostility and murder.
… Like.
Only then, as if opening your eyes, all your senses would wake up.
For example, what you felt was a threat.
Before the body stiffened with fear.
Before the body shrinks from tension.
Before that, a tantrum broke out.
An unbearable rage tore through the chest and lungs.
I am.
It’s a sword to endure and endure, and I didn’t sharpen my skills.
I don’t mean to wield it indiscriminately.
… It’s like an idiot, a jerk, an idiot, an asshole.
Relentlessly, patiently, patiently, in order to endure and endure again and again.
Those damn hardships and penances, dying dozens, hundreds, thousands of times.
… It’s not something I’ve been through.
“Are you taking it well?! In terms of strength and agility, everything is pushed back and well! Is it a skill gap?! Or rather, how can you do it so skillfully with one hand!”
How come you don’t have mercy in your hands while you’re talking? Without the slightest lag or trembling.
Not even hesitating.
A little carelessness will allow its fangs to go somewhere, just like a snake’s head and molars.
Once you start digging, for us, it’s almost like the end.
That’s why, as if in a fight of numbers, she cuts off the tangled swords, widens the distance, and narrows it down again to get entangled in reverse.
To fight with pure physical ability is to die for.
… Didn’t I learn how to lead my body in the long term even in these fights not too long ago?
Release the strength in your shoulders and receive them all.
In the first place, does holding the hilt tightly with your hands increase your sword handling skills and make your sword strikes stronger?
No.
It’s enough to hold the hilt of the sword firmly enough to withstand any shock.
It’s a clumsy arm joint, and you shouldn’t put strength on your shoulders.
Anyway, whether I’m nervous or my emotions are running high, I don’t have to force myself to use my muscles.
… Rather, swinging the sword and increasing the radius would be more effective.
Precisely targeting the opponent’s vitals and stabbing them, or even cutting them lightly would be more effective.
There is no need to uselessly force your back or hold on to your stomach.
Similarly, there is no need to squeeze the chest, and there is no effort to forcefully support the lower part of the body.
Use even the shock transmitted through the sword as a driving force to move.
The small step, the long stride, the wide footsteps that move whether it’s for dodging or moving.
Even the minute shocks and violent footsteps that bloom there are used as power.
Even small shocks, excessive loads, and even large and small frictions that occur inside the body as the body moves, pauses, and rotates.
Use and eat.
Even the ups and downs are part of the cycle.
It starts with sand. From dust.
From the dust.
Like water flowing down.
As if flowing, flowing, gathering, and rising again to the sky.
“Persistent!”
A single sword held in one hand.
That doesn’t mean half.
Empty left hand also operates according to reason.
When the right arm holding the sword faces forward, the left arm naturally steps back.
Conversely, when the right arm rises, the left arm falls.
Of course, that’s not all.
Movement of the legs. Posture. Height. Angle. Distribution of left and right center. Direction of force. Century of connections. Liquidity. Gaze processing. Control of breathing. Seamless control of the repulsive body and senses.
I still think.
But it moves.
Observe the enemy, contemplate yourself.
Everything is organic.
Without neglecting a single point.
Move.
Circulate.
Intertwined.
Turn over.
A straight line can be wrapped around a circle.
Dots can be colored with lines.
Filling in the blanks with dots.
If you bump into it, it comes back, and if you turn around, it flows again.
It flows.
Like that.
If you go up, you come down, and what comes down goes up again.
As if something filled is empty.
It seems to tilt after being kicked.
As if the emptiness must be filled.
What is filled must be emptied and run out.
We are.
Born to die.
Owned to lose.
To let go like this.
I see you.
“Let’s quit.”
I suddenly came to my senses at those words.
“… ….”
What is it?
That’s just… ?
“Even a specter wouldn’t have this much lack of emotion. It’s not like you’re dealing with a moving scarecrow. What are you doing? What is that?”
I have no place to live, and I accept everything no matter what I do.
“… Are you sure you really learned the swordsmanship of Grandeus?”
“… ….”
Al Bagna.
Either way is just as long as it’s effective.
Three things the demon king taught me.
The first is accuracy, the second is efficiency, and the third is sincerity.
Accuracy means accurate.
Efficiency means maximizing it.
Sincerity, sincerity is the utmost.
The other day, the demon king talked about this like this.
[Even if it’s a very small thing. Never neglect Always do your best. The best should always be the same.
It becomes the mind when that extremeness becomes sincerity and is consistent, and it is revealed outside the body.
It can change only when it is revealed outside, and only those who can change have a dream and make the ideal come true.
Only such a person can resist fate.
This has not even started yet. Only resistance
However, even that is impossible in most cases.
Innate temperament, habit, temperament, nature.
You can’t overcome even your talent, and you just breathe and die under the pressure of the given environment.
Blinded by desire, wasting time and burning it up.
It is the living things that live and die while being swayed by such things for the rest of their lives. Intelligence, organic matter, etc.
Become the one who wields the sword, are you going to be the one who is wielded by the sword?
That’s what calming is all about.
To not miss me at any moment.
Recognizing that I am standing there. The one who knows what I am doing every moment, even one second before and one second after. Who knows where to go A person who sees the path he is advancing with both eyes and walks.
That’s how you don’t wander.
Don’t get lost.
Walking the correct path, pursuing efficiency to narrow down the time to reach the destination.
That’s why you must never, even for that reason, lose your position.
The moment I miss it, neither myself nor the road will be left.]
“… ….”
Is it the judgment of Grandeus, or is the sword first?
No, that’s suboptimal.
For me, this is the first thing, no matter what.
Based on that, I advance and retreat.
… I am holding my place properly.
“You talk a lot.”
“Ha!”
He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn’t know what to say.
Something to know.
“As expected, if it is not a fight between life and death, is there no answer?”
“… Then, did you dare to do so?”
“Sheesh.”
The guy looks around and notices.
“… ….”
The eyes to see have increased.
… However.
Are you going to care about that?
At the point where they say let’s live or die.
“The thing that annoys me the most. I don’t like that you’re learning something through me.”
“… ….”
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“Even if I die… It is not acceptable to be eaten and used as daily bread.”
Then the guy withdrew his sword.
“I will see you again soon. If that damn prophecy is true. Then, whether you like it or not, you will see the peeling shell.”
“… ….”
“It’s Venus. Remember it or not.”
I kept my eyes on him as he snorted and turned his back toward the alley.
I immediately left the place by jumping on the outer wall of the building.
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“Crazy bastard.”
It seems similar, but it is different.
Facing Kariel, Venus spat out continuously, saying that she had only abandoned her taste buds.
“Was that possible with one hand?”
Sometimes what you see is definitely what they learned.
However, something was different.
… Only Kariel wasn’t getting an epiphany.
Venus himself, in that insane battle… I really enjoyed the bizarre reality.
“What is different? How can I….”
Neither of them showed anything that could be called their specialty.
But that’s not something you can show off as you want.
… Because it can only be shown when the other party allows it.
Whether dealing with mana, living with hostility, or with malice, whatever.
Because even those feelings could be used against him because of the secrets and visions he had learned.
But, what the hell is that?
Nothing.
A bizarre feeling, as if meeting a storm in fog.
Unreasonable, like forcibly wielding a sword submerged in a huge lake.
The wind cannot be cut.
If you can cut it… It requires very special and special skills.
No, if technology doesn’t work, you might need something more special than that.
“… ….”
But none of them dared to reproduce it.
A star of darkness that splits and devours brilliance.
A trail of brilliant darkness.
It swallows space, light, phenomena, and even things equally.
Black light star.
“… ….”
A young man remembers a man.
Even though it happened when I was very, very young.
The huge dark trail that cut through the arrogant with one blow.
At the same time a black beam of light was drawn.
Vast magic and miracle-like natural disasters poured down as if to devour the world.
The scene that disappeared as if everything, everything, was buried in water, like foam.
He still hasn’t forgotten Venus.
No, it’s something I can’t forget.
… I have lived only to relive that moment.
But why….
Why did a similar smell come from that guy I saw for the first time?
Why?
Not to me, but to that damn bastard!
Why is that even the case?
From the son of the enemy!