episode_0015

The Academy’s dormitory.

Irusia was staring into space with unfocused eyes.

Seed was chased away by his senior and went first.

The senior went back satisfied after eating ten of those donuts, which were difficult to eat even just one.

Only Irusia remains in the room.

I was left alone.

The events of the day passed through my mind.

I had fun and forgot about the sudden hardships for a moment.

I forgot.

I had fun playing.

Had fun playing.

I played.

He was laughing heartily.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous.

What on earth were you doing?

Someone like me, without even knowing the topic, was stuck by Seed’s side. I was happy. Did you think things would go back to how they were before?

Why did I do that?

There is no going back.

Seed suffered because of me. I became a demon who enjoys killing. That fact will not disappear. It is not something that can be completely erased from memory, and it is not something that will be solved even if it is.

Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you doing all this for someone like me? It must hurt. It must hurt a lot.

Seed smiled nonchalantly.

The brighter the light, the darker and darker the shadows.

He shamelessly asked for help.

He said things like he wanted to live a frugal life.

It was a moment when even the decision I made back then felt regrettable. Even the tears I shed back then felt abominable.

Nothing has been done so far.

Just pretending to be good and saying empty words, just words, just words.

I was in a state of feeling like a tragic princess who was saved by some prince.

If this is such a fairy tale.

I’m a monster, not a princess.

I am a monster.

I am a monster.

I am the monster.

monster.

monster.

The seed would not know anything about this dark inside.

You don’t know that I am such a terrible person.

Sorry.

Irusia may not remember, though.

After enjoying to your heart’s content without any hesitation or conscience, you end up regretting it like crazy.

It certainly resembles the devil’s habits that Escaria spoke of.

“Uww, ugh, ugh, ah, ah… ”

Irusia held onto the toilet and continued to vomit.

But again, he doesn’t actually vomit. He just forces himself to swallow the hot things that have risen up to his throat over and over again.

If you really throw it up, it looks like you’re in pain. It’ll be visible evidence.

Don’t pretend to be a victim, don’t pretend to be a tragic heroine.

But I feel like something is about to burst out of my tear ducts, and I just can’t stop it.

What should I do? What should I do?

And then he stuck his head in the toilet.

Ah, sour and strong smells.

So that you can’t tell if she’s crying or not.

Face in the water.

I’m sorry for saying I wanted to live.

‘No, really not.’

A voice that rings in a corner of my heart.

Cut it out.

‘shut up.’

‘He risked his life to save you. But…’

‘Seed doesn’t know that I’m such a piece of trash.’

‘I know. I know much better than you.’

‘Hey, don’t make me laugh. Be quiet.’

‘I can’t tell you why. But it’s true. Didn’t Sid say that?’

-If I don’t know, who else will? I know how bad of a guy he is. I know it so well it’s chilling. Yeah, I’ll be honest with you. I even thought about killing him first! I’m sorry!

‘I see.’

‘Yeah, that’s right.’

But that fact was of little comfort.

‘That’s even worse. It’s even worse. Seed knows all about it and still does such things.’

‘… .’

‘Someone like me has no right to laugh and be laughed at next to you…’

Bubble, bubble.

That night.

That sound continued all along.

***

A snowy field of imagination.

A gray mountain peak covered with thick snow all year round.

All I could see was a blizzard.

And the cold that felt like it was tearing at your skin. As someone who had actually been tearing at it, it really felt that way.

After the Master leaves, it is now a cold, cold world where only Sid remains.

Pointed ears and ash-colored hair that resembles a seed.

A breathtaking beauty with eyes like steel.

In the middle of the bitter cold, the teacher was standing as before.

The teacher who was always cold and noble, yes, like a blade.

A blunt but affectionate teacher.

How are you here?

It will have nothing to do with regression.

Just as the sword that belonged to the spirit of the seed was passed down together, this space in the heart must also remain the same.

There is no longer a teacher.

however.

“You stupid disciple! ”

They come running with their arms outstretched, tears and snot running down their noses. They quickly freeze and scatter like jewels.

The cold-hearted teacher with such an intense expression.

It was a sight that seemed to be missing a few screws, beyond Seed’s understanding.

I had no idea what to do, so I just laughed out loud, but tears were streaming down my face at the same time. I was freezing. My skin was very hot.

“What’s going on, huh? I thought you were suddenly skipping your daily practice, and then… . Something really scary must have happened. Right? It’s okay now, disciple. It’s okay… .”

The master hugged Seed tightly and stroked his head.

It was warm.

In my memory, the Master’s hands and body were always cold.

“Master, how… .”

“I feel something here too. Suddenly, I feel a strong murderous desire to hurt someone, but at the same time, I really don’t want to do it, I feel like I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, do you understand what I mean?”

“No, that’s not it. How about here… ”

“So I tried hard to block it, but then it started hurting again, it was hot, it was banging bang bang, and the teacher was worried!”

Something like a crying child throwing a tantrum.

What the heck is this….

“Still, disciple. You protected the person you wanted to protect, right?”

“Now, no, that… .”

“Is that so?”

Two eyes, which seemed to have been a miniature replica of this pure white world, looked at Seed with concern.

“… Yes. For now. Still a long way to go.”

The Master’s expression brightened as if he was determined to melt all the snow here.

“Okay, then, disciple.”

“Yes, for now, the current situation… .”

“Let’s quickly catch up on the training we’ve been putting off.”

“Yes?”

When the word ‘cultivation’ came out of the Master’s mouth, Sid felt a fear engraved deep in his bones.

Look at the teacher’s hand.

A slender, long hand. What he was gently holding between his thumb and index finger was a broken sword blade.

The reason it’s held so roughly is because there’s no handle, so if you hold it properly, your hand will get cut.

Yes. When it comes to training, there is only one thing.

Sparring with the master.

Seed easily recalled the countless times he had been cut by that blade.

Even though it’s called sparring, what can you do when you’re learning swordsmanship for the first time? So, you learn by getting hit, no, by cutting.

Feel the perfect trajectory drawn by the master with your body, the subtle movements of the tip of the sword. That’s all. Teach and learn only through sparring.

It was a long-standing tradition of the Somnium school that had continued for hundreds of years.

It’s just training in words, there’s no torture. It’s endless torture in a dream world. It’s more like a nightmare than a dream.

“Master, let me talk to you for a moment!”

“Haha, do you hate training that much? Even the Master said the same thing! He used to make up ridiculous stories like, ‘Actually, I’m from the future’ with a serious expression, saying he had something important to say. Hehe. Stop talking nonsense and get your bearings!”

No, what?

“Then let’s go, disciple!”

If it’s in a dream, there’s no problem in exerting all your power.

In Seed’s hand was a broken sword.

At that time, Sid was unable to deal with the blade that he held between two fingers until the very end.

If there was no foolishness, it would be an obvious lie.

I don’t know what this is right now, but it was good.

The tip of the sword. Now that I’ve seen that cliff.

“Oh, shit.”

But at the sight unfolding before his eyes, Sid blurted out those words without thinking.

What happened was this.

The Master lightly threw the sword blade in his hand upward.

And then I snatched it up with my bare hands.

Seed reflexively shut his eyes tightly.

It was a dream so it was okay, but I opened my eyes with a nervous feeling.

A silver aura rippled from the Master’s hand, which was tightly gripping the sword. Naturally, not a single drop of blood came out.

There hasn’t been anything like this for me to come to see the teacher?

The aura, smooth and sharp like steel, grew as it extended along the sword.

As it grew.

As it grew.

As it grew….

How big does this get!

The length of the aura alone must be at least 10 meters.

If you want to find someone to compare them to, you should at least bring in the Sword Master. The Sword Master is the name given to the strongest swordsman of the time. Who was the Sword Master of this time? Obviously… No, there is no choice.

Broadening the scope. In the history of mankind, has there ever been a person with that level of aura?

I don’t think there is any record of it.

“Feel the peak of power in every corner of your body!”

Wait a minute, what’s different is very different!

Wouldn’t it be nice to think that a high-rise building could be easily swung at a person’s fingertips?

It’s even worse than that.

At least it’s okay if you just touch the wall of the building.

That aura is out of standard not only in size but also in density. It’s such a vivid silver color.

Even a simple brush would easily grind down something as thick as steel.

“Wowaaa …

I started my body. It’s a dream, so there are no limits.

So lightly, so unbearably lightly.

The arm swung like a ballet movement, the tip of the sword not even showing any strength, let alone aura.

Without a sound, it shakes off the huge silver violence.

“Disciple, you, now… ”

The Master’s sword, which had been deflected, cut through the waist of the long mountain peak that stretched out behind Seed.

Only then does a loud noise befitting the scale of the force strike your ears.

“Master. First, can we talk?”

“I don’t know what’s what… ”

“Yes, me too. So… ”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been on fire! Let’s do more!”

As if it were exploding. As if the direction of the blizzard had changed.

A huge amount of energy pours out.

Seed felt as if the entire air was pressing down on him.

It seems that the attack just now was just a moderate one and not a full-scale attack.

A strong aura was swirling around not only the Master’s fingertips but also his entire body.

From the next blow onwards, the speed was on a different level.

The sword fights unfold at a speed faster than the speed of sound, without giving a moment to rest, continuing, continuing.

It was impossible to keep up with this speed no matter what. So, I had to read one, two, and even five moves ahead.

The Master’s movements now lack the sharpness that used to surprise him. On the contrary, even an ignorant person who calls himself a knight in the countryside would move more sophisticatedly than this.

That is, it’s just power, but it’s so simple and crude. It’s like a child swinging a toy sword around. But.

“K, ah! Aaah! ”

The power contained therein is unprecedented in history, so it takes a lot of strength to simply block a blow that is clearly visible.

Of course, there is not a single scratch on Seed. This guy is still a monster.

“No, Master!”

“What are you doing, disciple! You’re doing such complicated movements that I can’t even understand!”

“Yes?”

“You, who should be pursuing bigger, stronger, and more overwhelming power, are doing such a petty thing!”

Something was fundamentally different.

After clashing swords dozens of times in a split second, I realized something.

The Master’s body is ordinary. It is a universal elf body, like a memory.

If the previous teacher had overcome it by forcibly working his muscles to the limit.

This simple and ignorant master is now moving by amplifying his physical abilities through an absurd amount of aura.

“Didn’t you want to learn Aura? Keep quiet and take the sword!”

“No, what are you swinging that around for!!”

Of course, it is difficult to fight for a long time with this method.

No matter how much aura you have, if your physical strength runs out first, you won’t be able to move.

This aura, focused on destructive power, and its aggressive and reckless movements are clearly geared towards a short-term decisive battle.

This is also a form of swordsmanship for elves, a point of arrival. I wonder if it can be called swordsmanship.

What the heck?

“Wait, seriously, let’s talkooo!!!!!!!!!!”