episode_0017

The story continues.

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The story is that he tried to help the child who was in a difficult situation, but was so helpless that he gave up.

I thought that giving up so easily meant that it wasn’t done with pure intentions.

There is a deep despair and helplessness and self-loathing that comes from that…

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“No, disciple, I know you are very sensitive. But how can you skip that part?”

“… … Oh, yes.”

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In his own garbage-made dwelling, the boy crouched and bit his fingernails, but he still could not calm down.

So the boy ran off into the deep forest, screaming and getting angry at the world and himself.

At that moment, the monster in the forest that the villagers had been talking about appeared. It was natural because it was screaming for me to be caught.

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The monster that people feared.

Its identity is.

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“It was Behemoth.”

“Wow, I didn’t know there was a dragon in such a rural area.”

“… Yes? What?”

“Huh?”

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Finally, the difference appeared.

Dragon, you say?

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I found out later that the forest had been a forbidden land for over a thousand years. It must have been so long ago that the perception of its danger had faded.

Just like they were taught by their parents, they told their children not to go in, but that was it. They didn’t control it so thoroughly that a boy like this could run wild.

That’s why even though a terrifying monster like Behemoth was sleeping, it passed by without a hitch.

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… but still, dragons are still really ridiculous.

What happened?

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Anyway, let’s look at Seed’s position first.

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‘Run away, kid.’

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At that moment, a cool, powerful, and yet beautiful female voice was heard.

A man with his hood pulled down low stood in front of a monster several times his height.

The boy’s screams were heard not only by the monster but also by the woman.

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But the boy couldn’t escape easily. He was so scared that he couldn’t even move a single finger.

Demon Behemoth.

If you mix a hippopotamus, a buffalo, and an elephant and make them grow to a ridiculous size, they’ll end up looking somewhat similar.

The woman’s back was so small and delicate compared to his that it didn’t give the boy much reassurance.

A roar that emanates from the giant’s body and makes the entire body feel frozen.

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‘Tsk.’

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With that momentum, the woman’s hood was naturally taken off.

Her ashen hair flutters.

Pointed ears. Pure white skin.

Rough snow resembling a snowy field during a blizzard.

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‘fizzle.’

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The woman, as beautiful as a dream, put her index finger to her lips and said those words.

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It was a dizzying sight.

The woman deflected all of Behemoth’s massive claws and horns with just one sword in her hand.

Logs crackle and fly like toothpicks, a deafening roar, a monster opens its huge mouth, revealing its fearsome teeth and blue tongue.

From that moment on, the boy was not afraid at all.

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The beautiful curves drawn by the sword are, I don’t know how to explain them, but they look like gorgeous flowers.

I just thought it was pretty.

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“Huh. So I showed such gentle swordsmanship. What about Auror?”

“The teacher I remember didn’t have an aura.”

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The monster’s stormy attacks and heavy gestures are easily dodged, almost to the point of seeming absurd.

The great Behemoth, driven by evil, runs wild and, unable to control its own size, falls forward on its own.

It sounds quite comical, but once you experience the feeling of the ground beneath your feet shaking violently and the brief illusion that your whole world is shaking, it will be difficult to find it funny.

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With quick movements, the woman was able to climb onto Behemoth’s body without much difficulty and plunge her sword into its neck.

But is it really deep enough? That thick neck. Wouldn’t a longsword of average length be insufficient to cut off the windpipe? If so, a counterattack would come right away. Even if he just raises his body, the situation will become difficult.

There was a faint flash of light that erased those worries.

Because of the guy’s horns, the other side of his neck was slightly raised off the ground, and from there, black blood could be seen gushing out.

There was a loud thud as dirt splashed up from the ground right below.

It was a sight that seemed to have been pierced through the floor in one go by a very large, invisible sword.

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“Didn’t you say there was no aura?”

“Yes. It wasn’t an aura. So I think it was probably in the realm of technology… but even now that I think about it, I wonder how they did it.”

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Now I think I have a rough idea. I think I can apply the technique to deliver a blow through the armor to the inside, but I still don’t know the specifics.

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The boy knelt down before the woman and begged.

Please teach me swordsmanship. I want to become strong. Please be my teacher.

That came before the words, “Thank you for saving me.” That was all I could think about. The beautiful trajectory was vivid in my mind.

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In this way, the woman became the boy’s teacher.

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There was a special contract. In the human brain, the part connected to dreams. Closest to that place without touching the knife. He put his hand deep into the boy’s mouth and bent it upwards around the soft palate.

With a feeling of something messing with his mind, the boy’s dream was connected to the girl’s dream.

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At an age when you should be eating well, you only filled your stomach with what others left behind. Your body could not grow properly. It would be difficult to find muscle.

Sword Somnium.

Every night, through the hellish hours, the boy was able to grow stronger little by little, even with his weak body.

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“Wait, what did you say? Somnium?”

“As expected. As expected, Master’s swordsmanship is not Somnium.”

“No, was that really true? Wasn’t it a legend or something?”

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Well, that’s the story for now.

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The story after that is a story of the future, so it is meaningless since the Master does not know it anyway.

He briefly explained that his childhood friend had returned as the Demon King and the current situation, and that was the end of it.

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The teacher had tearful eyes and was sniffling hard.

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“Oh my, I see… Disciple. You’ve had a hard time… . The teacher is so sad… . Hehe.”

“No, it is… . What.”

“… Then, let me tell you this story. Just a moment.”

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The teacher covered his face with both hands, then opened them wide and showed a bright expression.

A single teardrop was welling up.

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“Ahem. Okay. Okay. ”

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Elf Anastasia Yekata was born in a warm land blessed by the World Tree…

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“Wait a minute, Master. Where do you want to start?”

“Hahaha, the atmosphere was a bit like that, so I joked a little. If I start the story from there, it’ll take years. Hmm.”

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Anastasia Yekatera was traveling the human world.

Because of her lively and bubbly personality, she hated boredom and stuffiness, so she ran away from the elf city of Ramayana without any plan.

It may sound like nothing, but it seems that only one or two elves escape from their dens every few hundred years. It’s a historical problem, you might say.

The teacher seemed proud for some reason.

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“Looking at it this way, it’s really the opposite. The teacher I know was always quiet and calm, like a statue.”

“Then why did you come out to the human world?”

“Well, I know it was something like exile, but since you didn’t say much, I can’t be specific.”

“I see.”

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I’ve been wandering the world like that for over ten years.

I met a beggar boy crying and screaming in the forest.

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Dragon’s Roar.

A gigantic being that could swallow Behemoth whole. A being of incomparable scale.

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‘Run away, kid! What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?’

‘Nothing. Nothing like that. No parents, no friends, nothing.’

‘I see… Yeah.’

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The boy had a resigned look on his face.

Rather than saying that I was too scared to run away, I don’t think I even had any intention of running away.

Should we say that these are eyes that have accepted the end?

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This is the first time I’ve seen this kid. I don’t know what’s going on.

I don’t know anything about that kid. Not his name, not what he likes, not anything.

But that kind of expression, that kind of child shouldn’t be making. That’s what I thought. I knew that.

So I said.

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‘Then can I? Your first friend. A really, really strong friend. Family is fine too. Anything! So watch carefully.’

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Anastasia raised her aura with the resolve to die.

Harming the dragon’s powerful breath of mana that burns and melts everything around it.

The claws, which are the ultimate weapon that no one can stop due to their size and mass alone, are slashed away.

It gradually grinds away at the scales that no hero’s sword has been able to pierce through until now, and digs deep into them.

After such a fierce fight, she was finally able to kill the dragon, the strongest creature created by the gods.

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Dragon killing? You’re crazy. It’s not even a legend.

But somehow, I could feel that the story was a bit rough.

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“Actually, it’s not a story I can be particularly proud of. I don’t really want to talk about this fight in detail.”

“What are you talking about?”

“No matter what Yongsal says, I’m dead after all.”

“… Yes?”

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It was a long time later that the Master died.

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Anastasia was bleeding all over. More like a red paste than a person? A thick, sticky blob of red paint that had been left for a while?

It would be a miracle if he could even maintain his physical form while fighting the dragon.

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“Then no way.”

“Yes.”

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Black, broken.

Could it be fate that the shape of the sword that was broken was exactly the same as that of the master who died long before his return?

So that’s why I was mistaken.

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Anastasia plunged the broken sword into the boy’s heart.

The boy felt no pain. Rather, he felt warm.

An elf who hated staying still so much that he left the completely isolated elven country and came to the human world.

I decided to live on, inside the beating heart of the boy I saw for the first time that day.

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Friends and family.

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‘… Please teach me how to use a sword.’

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As a teacher.

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“It feels a little awkward to say it with my own mouth.”

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The black seed was not something he brought with him when he returned, but something separate that he already had at this point.

And the Master placed consciousness within it. Not the sword belonging to the mind, but the mind belonging to the sword.

Quite the opposite.

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“So, disciple, do you have any idea?”

“Well, as of now, I think I know that it’s not just the past, but some kind of parallel world.”

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There is nothing anyone can do but guess. But thinking about it won’t change anything. There is still work to be done.

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“Then first of all is training! Strong power solves most problems.”

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Yeah, I have to get stronger.

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Simple and ignorant. If I were to describe the current teacher in one word, that would be it.

This was good as it was. Seed felt his heart relax.

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“Master… .”

“Yes, I am your master. In another world or whatever. Even if you are not the Sid I know. Even if I am not the Anastasia Yekata you know! I am your master, and you are my disciple. So.”

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The Master’s beautiful eyes flashed wildly.

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“I will teach you again from the beginning. Our sword, the super sword.”