The next day, Vera went out to the vacant lot in front of the hut where he was staying, and drew his sword.
It was for training.
It was a training in order not to feel the helplessness of the moment when he barely escaped from Terdan’s grasp with Bargo’s help, so that René would not manifest his power while working in a group.
Vera, who drew his sword, thought.
‘What’s missing.’
What is lacking in your own sword?
When you raise a topic like that, the answer that comes out is always the same.
‘none.’
As Vera judged, there was nothing lacking in his sword.
Vera’s own sword had already reached the level of mastery.
In a way, it’s normal. Vera had talent.
The ability to wield a sword. Ability to kill opponents. The ability to recognize someone who is trying to kill me. The ability to handle the body. He has the talent for everything else necessary for a fight.
From the moment he first grasped the sword, Vera was aware. How to wield it, and what things can be accomplished with this sword. Vera knew him in the realm of instinct.
Thus, Vera’s sword had no form.
A sword wielded by instinct.
A sword made solely of experience.
There were no standardized rules in it.
Because it was such a sword, Bargo was saying that it was the sword of a ‘hot dog’, and Vera could not refute it.
However, since it was such a sword, there was also no shortage.
Vera’s sword already had all the elements needed for combat.
That’s why the sword of Vera hasn’t changed in the last 4 years in the Holy Kingdom.
Because the moment he puts a form on his sword, the possibility of his sword disappears. Because the sword is trapped in a limited path. It was because there was a feeling of cramping around his body the whole time he was swinging the sword.
As a result, Vera failed to correct his swordsmanship.
Again, Vera raised a question in his mind.
‘There is no such thing as a hat. If not, does that mean that development is impossible?’
Have you already reached the limit of your own growth?
Is it impossible to grow beyond this with the sword alone?
a question that arises.
This time, Vera, who had been pondering the answer for a long time, clenched the handle of the sword and answered it.
‘… not.’
It was possible.
He was able to rise to a higher level.
Since I had already confirmed with my own eyes that the realm beyond this existed, there was no reason not to go.
In Vera’s mind as he continued to think, the strike of Bargo from the previous day came to mind.
‘Highly compressed divinity.’
The skill that made Bargo’s strike possible.
The bloody, bloody mace that cut down the entire space was created by condensing the divinity of Bargo into one place.
‘Ejection at one point.’
It was possible because the condensed divinity went in one direction without dispersing, that the fired divinity had erased all the material in its path.
‘and… .’
explosion at the point.
The explosion that even Terdan, the giant pushing the mountain, could not overcome.
‘will.’
It was a skill that was possible because of it. It was an art that was possible because the intention to confront Terdan was contained in a standardized form so that the condensed divinity exploded at a target point.
Surung-.
Vera’s sword was lifted.
Vera could see. At that time, the numbers Bargo showed clearly contained form and meaning.
If it’s not a story that catches clouds, but a story that is actually possible, there was no reason why he couldn’t do it.
‘It cannot be done in the same way as the Holy Father.’
It wasn’t his way.
It was a move that only Bargo could do for Bargo.
It should be called the Defeat (覇道).
He had to contain a form and a meaning different from that of Bargo.
‘What will it contain?’
The thought continued again.
A sword that one can do, that one must advance.
That direction was one from the moment life rewinded.
‘The sword for the saints.’
A sword to protect Renee.
The sword he had to make himself for.
‘Integrity.’
It had to be a sword that did not collapse under any circumstances and had no weaknesses.
It had to be a sword that showed no weakness in any situation, any opponent.
however.
‘Impossible.’
Vera knew how arrogant it was to say innocence.
So, Vera thought of a sword that was only possible for him, infinitely close to innocence.
‘everything (萬變).’
In ten thousand battles, each uses ten thousand different types of swordsmanship to mimic the innocence.
had to do him
‘The strands are already caught.’
sanctuary.
A divine art created by weaving his own powers. If he manipulated the battle situation itself through him, it was sufficiently realizable.
Swordsmanship had to be a swordsmanship that could take tens of thousands of forms depending on the penalty given each time, in order to be free from the restrictions in the sanctuary.
An unchanging center amid ever-changing control factors.
In other words, it was necessary to create a form that could change.
Vera erased all the swords he had built up with experience.
It was because I had to return it to a pure white paper and build it again from the beginning.
Vera closed his eyes and remembered the many strong men he had met in his past life.
They remembered their swords, their martial arts, and their fighting methods.
It wasn’t meant to be engraved on the body. It’s already an unsuccessful attempt.
‘Leave only the most basic pitches that can deal with them all.’
cut, stab, block
I erased everything that left only those three elements.
then remembered
How have the strong men you’ve ever met fought?
Strong people who may have to face with this sword, who are they?
It didn’t take long to ponder this.
In the past life, who turned the whole world as an enemy, among the many strong people I met in that life, if I had to pick the assertion the best.
‘hero.’
Heroes who subjugated the Demon King. It was supposed to deal with them and had to make a sword.
They are the ones who can win even if they fight right now. However, that did not mean that their swords were more pact than their own.
Vera knew. The only reason he was able to defeat them was because he had stigmata. If you look at the swordsmanship itself, it is correct to say that the sword of Vera is inferior to their martial arts.
Honey, the sword that Vera had to build up again had to be a sword that could overcome their swords and the history of the swords they had built up with swordsmanship.
Vera recalled the swords of heroes.
‘Albrecht.’
The second prince of the Empire, the knight of Kyungae, Albrecht de Frich.
I remembered the sword that was called the unbreakable sword.
‘The essence is Yu (流).’
The overwhelming softness that sheds any attack. I remembered the sword that was the most annoying to deal with.
to the next.
‘Hegrion.’
Heir to the Northern Thresia Principality. The sword of the Archduke of Frigid Hegrion Thresia.
What his sword stands for.
‘Heavy.’
A strong sword that will not be defeated by a strong blizzard. I remembered the sword that knelt to my knees at the sword strike.
Finally.
‘Aisha.’
Aisha Dragnov, the master of the magic sword.
What was contained in the demon sword she wielded was obvious pleasure. I remembered the sword that was blazing so fast that it irritated my nerves.
The next thing that comes to mind is the number of Vera himself who will not face them all.
‘Hwan (換).’
The ever-changing sword. I had to build swordsmanship with that goal.
Vera’s eyes opened.
All of a sudden, a gray god was filled with them.
Although the direction to go has been decided, it is a sword that has not yet been properly framed.
A torture that should go on for a long time.
However, as those thoughts came to mind, Vera’s mood was improving.
I saw the way he wasn’t finished yet. You can be stronger than you are now.
Vera’s fighting spirit was a fighting spirit that knew how to enjoy such developments.
‘The best thing is practice.’
The most effective training for Vera was practice. Direct confrontation with opponents and correcting them moment by moment is probably the fastest way to complete swordsmanship.
‘The question is, how do you conduct actual battles in Seongguk?’
Unless Renee goes out, he can’t even go outside.
‘Then it means that we have to find an opponent in the Holy Kingdom… .’
I was in the middle of thinking like that.
“Vera!”
A cry was heard.
Vera turned his head to check the direction the call was coming from.
From afar, those whom he had called to this place were coming.
Twins, Rohan and Trevor.
As Vera looked at them, he felt the thought rush through his head.
In the first place, they were humans who were called for the purpose of ‘education’ for Renee, but it did not have to be a place just for that.
pout. A laugh escaped Vera’s mouth.
‘… humbly and humbly.’
Just in time, these sturdy sandbags arrived, so why not use them?
*
Two days later, Renee walked down the hall with Vera for the originally planned divine arts training.
A constant beat produced by the cane and footsteps. The warmth of your fingertips.
Renee felt him and moved for a long time, and then opened his mouth in an awkward atmosphere.
“Were you meeting the apostle of wisdom today?”
“That’s right. This is Trevo.”
“Aha… .”
Renee, who had answered the short sentence, recalled his resentment against Vera in the silence that began to drift again.
It wasn’t sincere. It was just a vulgar resentment that came to my mind for why I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say anything.
A feeling that even Renee herself could not comprehend.
A look of wretchedness appeared on his face, and the hand holding the wand became stronger, and the sound of ‘click’ was changed to ‘tak!’.
“Lady?”
Call of Vera. At that, Renee flinched and trembled, then gently lowered her head to answer.
“yes.”
“Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
“No.”
The sound of ‘Tak!’ resounded through the ground.
Shortly after speaking, Renee looked at Vera’s expression, belatedly thinking, ‘Did I say that too harshly?’
The feeling of the hand transmitted or the sound of footsteps. There was no change in his breathing, but Renee, startled by the grass, narrowed his eyes and spoke, thinking that Vera might have been angry.
“I’m sorry. Talking too harshly.”
“no. I never felt that way.”
“Ugh… I got a little sleepy… .”
“Ah, it might be because it is the changing season now. I will tell Hella to pay attention to the room temperature separately.”
“Yep… .”
pooh. Renee’s head bowed.
Renee spat out small words of apology to Hela, who was suffering inside.
‘Why are you doing this?’
Maybe he hasn’t gotten used to the castle yet? Rene, who remembered the thought that her own behavior was not understood at all, soon convinced herself, ‘If you get used to it a little more, it will be fine’, and then controlled her breathing.
Meanwhile, silence fell again.
Renee said, ‘Peace. Calmness,’ he whispered to himself, and, after struggling to create a bright voice, posed a question to Vera.
“The apostle of wisdom… Who is Trevor? Is there any kind of behavior you don’t like?”
The question that popped up was about Trevo. Knowing about your partner before meeting them is the realm of politeness. Renee was such a thoughtful person.
Vera continued to ponder Renee’s words for a moment, then answered in a shaky tone.
“It’s a geek.”
“yes?”
“You can see a little bit of pervert. It is not good to be close, so I would recommend keeping a distance.”
A word that goes on for some reason. As Renee thought of thanking Vera for the long talk, he felt his head tilted at Trevor’s harsh evaluation.
“Uh… .”
The sound that came out because I couldn’t find anything to say. Vera then bore Trevor again.
“It can be said that he is an indie man who pays attention to the bare skin of men. However, there is no guarantee that the perversion will be directed only to men, so I want the saint to pay special attention. Oh, by any chance, if Trevor asks you to show him the stigmata, you must never, never show it.”
Vera was not.
There was a slight irritation in his voice. It was a rare expression of emotion, and Renee remembered that he had seen this before coming to Seongguk.
‘Ah, monster.’
It was exactly that tone when Vera spoke about the people of the Holy Land in Remeo.
‘That’s the monster the knight spoke of.’
He nodded his head slightly. Understanding came into my mind.
However, Renee came up with the idea that Vera, who was so scornful, was not for some reason.
“That, knight?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think it’s a good thing to insult others from behind… .”
spit out the word.
drop-.
Vera’s expression hardened at Renee’s words. His gaze turned to Renee.
A word spoken with a slightly troubled expression.
It’s definitely true, though.
“… sorry.”
“No, it’s just… .”
Vera was resentful.