190 – Fire is naturally hot (2)
Although she was socially phobic and had a quirky side, Seira was a better teacher than anyone else when it came to teaching magic.
This may be a sad thing for Demodoras, who is hibernating on the mountain behind Dawn Castle, to hear, but it’s a mana pump. In other words, since magic was taught without a heart, there was a clear difference in capabilities between Demodoras and Seira.
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To give an example,
Demodoras did not demonstrate the magic himself, but Seira demonstrated and even modified the magic to suit Siron’s situation.
-Is it okay?
-Is that so? Mana is overflowing. All you have to do is wear a self-defense device, so what’s the problem?
-okay?
-Of course, if I increase my output this much, my body will break down, but you also have a high self-healing ability, right? If it breaks somewhere, you can fix it yourself.
In my head, I wondered if this was really possible, but Seira’s advice was indescribably appropriate.
As expected, the fastest way to become stronger was to push forward regardless of whether your flesh would burst or your bones would break.
Kuuung-
The training ground, the depths below.
A massive shock falls into a space that never existed. Even the bedrock that is pushed down from deep underground cannot withstand the shock. Although the cobweb-like incontinence went away thousands of times, the cavity never collapsed.
Wow-
The light of mana burst out from the cloudy dust. The light of mana creates a stream and engraves the spell in the air. Shiron’s right hand, palm facing the ground, repaired the stone wall that was about to collapse and reinforced it even more.
The fist also cracked. Prien’s body was resistant to any shock, but the problem was the violent heart attack that Siron had inflicted a moment ago.
It was a blow that made it natural for the reinforced flesh to burst.
Seira’s special magic was so merciless that it was hard to tell whether it was for Shiron or if he wanted Shiron to die quickly.
‘It’s filthy hard.’
Shiron broke out in a cold sweat from the raging pain. I wanted to use my divine power as soon as possible to heal the cracked bone, but now that I am using reinforcement magic to prevent the cavity from collapsing, I have no choice but to endure the pain.
Eventually, the dust settles and the incontinence on the wall disappears. Shiron wiped away the cold sweat and wrapped her hands in holy energy.
[This is a very ignorant training method.]
Latera’s voice resounded in my head. She continued to oppose this rough training, thinking that Shiron might get a bone disease.
[Rather, rather, you can spew fireballs from a distance. Then the hero’s hands won’t be damaged, and I’ll be able to use more numbers…]
‘are you okay. It hasn’t broken yet. And you don’t have to worry too much as it heals every time with divine power.]
[But…]
Siron clenched his fist again, regardless of whether Latera was worried or not. Clud- As soon as the power gathers, mana flows from the heart into the fist. It doesn’t stop there. Here, if mana is stagnated, it becomes a skill called internal power, but what Siron is trying to unfold is only magic.
What is engraved is a technique of flame and explosion… Just as the words of mana imbued with will are written down, the desired phenomenon is imbued in the clenched fist.
Now I’m ready to punch. But you shouldn’t just throw your fists. Even if you just throw a fist, [Explosion] unleashes incredible power, but what Siron wanted was for training rather than the correct use of [Explosion].
Hundreds of thousands of criticisms of the regime.
It was later than others. So, we have no choice but to make up the difference through effort and repeated learning. If you decide it’s too late to start, just do more and work harder.
So Siron repeated the above process. He squeezed the heart, imbued it with magic, punched, and healed the open wounds. The numbers were not counted. I repeated this until I collapsed, and when I got hungry, I ate it inside this cave.
It was incomprehensible to Latera, who was watching from the side, but Siron felt that this process was quite worth doing, so he did it. That’s it.
Siron extended his magic-filled fist back. Extend your legs and shift your weight back. Kwaaang-! The entire bedrock shakes. If it had been an ordinary rock, the impact would have been such that it would have turned into powder and burst, but thanks to Seira’s many layers of reinforcement, the rock had a large spider web carved into it, like barely broken glass.
It wasn’t like this from the beginning. The first time the explosion technique was composed, only Siron’s fist broke instead of the rock. But what about now? Even though the skin may burst, the bones will not break.
I don’t know if it’s because of Prien’s formidable body or because of the ability to adapt, the reincarnation sword system, but Shiron achieved great results in a very short period of time.
[It’s great, but I feel so sorry for the warrior like this. No matter how much you think about it, shooting fireworks seems reasonable.]
“Cool. Coke, Coke!”
[Look. You’re coughing because the dust is blowing up. I wonder if I might get a lung disease if I do this…]
“…If that happens, all you have to do is pour divine power into your chest.”
Siron passed the pin cup and kicked up the dust.
She had been nagging loudly for a few days, but Chiron had never once said anything to Laterra.
As she said, the vast majority of magicians do not implement magic in an ignorant way like Siron. If the magician’s capabilities of the magician composing the spell are the same, it is much more efficient to measure the distance from the opponent and fire the magic.
As the distance increases, there is energy loss as mana is slightly reduced, but it is at a level lower than dust, so it is not something to consider at all.
However, not only Shiron but also Sera insisted on this method. This is because the speed of completing the spell and the benefits of choosing close combat were indescribable.
“And, as you know, you can’t use the Holy Sword from a distance. It’s best to do it this way if you want to use it as much as possible.”
[However, it is difficult to watch the warrior’s training.]
“Yes, well said. Since you are a hero, of course you should hold the holy sword and swing it. Would it be okay if I decorated it with the sword with the best cutting power in the world?”
Siron spit out the dust from his mouth and strengthened the cracked wall.
“And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave first. If you go up there, I’m sure your uncle will have prepared a lot of snacks for you.”
[You keep mentioning snacks and snacks, but I’m not that greedy and I’m not so weak that I only pursue pleasure on my own!]
“okay?”
[yes! The hero and I are inseparable, like a warrior and a guardian angel. Joy and sadness together! The same goes for pain! As much as the warrior is in pain, I also want to share the pain!]
“…Then shouldn’t I quit training?”
[Ahh!]
The sound of screaming makes my bones hum. Siron felt a vibration stronger than shaking the entire bedrock.
[That’s what it says! If I really shared the warrior’s pain, I would have screamed!]
“then…”
“But my heart! My heart aches! The only thing I can do is give you the protection that will lessen the pain I gave you earlier. How frustrating it is that I cannot give you the protection of invincibility and the protection of instant death!”
A very angry face appeared out of thin air. Siron lifted Latera, which had popped out of the air, and hugged it.
“Is it really there? That invincible protection?”
“…well?”
Latera turned her gaze to the piercing gaze.
“Ho, you never know, what might happen if I get promoted to archangel?”
“…Hey.”
“But don’t be too disappointed! There really aren’t many penalty points left for the hero. If you accumulate just a little more good deeds, your penalty points will be 0, right?”
Latera waved her arms in a panic and spoke urgently.
During the past days of training for gluttony. Siron not only trained, but also worked hard to raise his reputation whenever he had time.
The results were less satisfactory than the expedition, but since it was also a way to settle accumulated debt, Siron saw no problem.
-I only take half of the money I won.
-Thank you! Thank you Apso!!
The other person’s wallet was also low, so he took out all his assets and then returned the stake several times.
-You idiot. Who wants to risk their limbs and gamble like that? Come to work. I’ll attach it to you.
He did good deeds without anyone having to ask him to, such as reattaching limbs that had been severed by a sword with overwhelming divine power.
The feelings that the gambling addicts had for Siron did not simply end as the limb they thought had been cut off was reattached and half of the money they had paid was returned.
Adoration beyond gratitude.
To gamblers, Siron was seen as something higher than the gods they believed in.
Of course, Siron used a trick of putting cards in and out of his body, but Latera, in his spiritual form, turned the direction of the dice in the cup to his advantage! Since everyone had a happy outcome, there was no better feat of a warrior than this.
However, raising prestige caused considerable concern as a poet.
‘Until now, no apostle has appeared.’
In ‘Reincarnation Kenshin’, the more you increase your prestige, the more situations called [Encounters with Apostles] occur while moving through the field.
There are many different methods, such as a hooded vagabond in a back alley who turns out to be carrying the seed of an apostle. Or the labyrinth you were exploring collapsed, and energy gathered at the hidden cultist’s altar, and an apostle descended.
Therefore, Siron never left the grounds of the mansion and devoted himself to training. Isn’t facing an apostle in the middle of the empire a situation that should be avoided if possible? Excluding Jaganata, there were five apostles left, so Siron planned to raise his prestige as high as possible before moving on to his next action.
That is, until I saw a person who came to the mansion without warning.
“It’s been a while, Brother Siron.”
“No, aren’t you His Excellency the Cardinal? What on earth is going on here…”
Cardinal Devialet leaned closer to Siron, who couldn’t hide his embarrassment, and whispered.
“I think the time has come for the hero to do his best.”
“…yes?”
‘What?’
Siron had no idea what Devialet was talking about.