episode_0001
by fnovelpiaI saw the tip of the sword.
You little bastard. There is no end to swordsmanship, you just have to keep improving. Any martial artist would say that.
Of course.
This would probably be the case in any other field, not just martial arts.
But I dare say, you will know it when you see it. You will know it.
It is an ending that cannot be doubted.
It’s a cliff with no way out.
At the end of a world that was already destroyed.
For foolishly attacking the Demon King who has already achieved everything.
This was the impression of the man who had just caught a glimpse of the pinnacle of skilled swordsmanship.
He swings a silver sword that is already half broken.
He sends out blazing fire, lightning, rays, waves, and meteors the size of a house, all with a single sword.
“Wow. Honestly, I’m impressed. How can someone with that body be this talented?”
“It’s easy if you look closely and bounce it off.”
This is something the master who taught the man how to use a sword often said. The man smiled bitterly. At first, I was really taken aback.
“As expected, you’re still just talking. But how long can you hold out like this?”
The girl whom the world calls the Demon King still looks relaxed.
The girl smiles, and the attack becomes more intense.
Faster, faster.
That man doesn’t need power.
Using only technique, you can deflect attacks by twisting and changing their direction.
Even the recoil is taken away as it is, and used for the next swing of the sword.
Now, it doesn’t matter that the sword is broken.
All you have to do is have your eyes, brain, and body able to react to the attack.
Just a little bit, just a little bit faster.
“Not a metaphor, but don’t you really feel like you’re going to die right now?”
“Noisy.”
“You’ve already surpassed the limits of what the human body can handle. You.”
It’s like seeing some incomprehensible stupidity.
In a tone that seemed somewhat pitiful.
“It’s much more extreme than that, like showing tremendous power in an emergency situation.”
That’s right.
My head is spinning.
It felt like the contents of my skull were starting to boil.
My eyes are hot. My fingertips holding the sword feel like they are burning. But my heart is pounding.
The joints of my limbs feel like they’re being crushed. But it’s so refreshing.
“How long do you think you can move like that? 30 seconds?”
Probably less than that.
“Even if you survive here, you’ll be paralyzed for the rest of your life in exchange for those 30 seconds.”
The Demon King’s eyes are… sympathetic?
That can’t be true.
The demon lord who happily slaughtered people?
If you think about it, countless people died at the hands of that guy.
Was it a colleague, a friend, or someone you had no relationship with, but someone you still wanted to help?
There were many, many.
“That’s if you’re lucky. And I won’t spare you.”
doesn’t care.
The tip of the sword.
Run without stopping, to the edge of a dead-end cliff.
If I fall to the end and die, it will be the sea I wished for. No, you could even say it was a wish.
“So… why don’t you just quit now? It’s miserable. That kind of stuff.”
“Are you worried? Sympathy? Compassion? Do you still have such feelings? And why…!”
“That’s right… why is that? Even though I happily tear apart countless human limbs, I only do that when I see you.”
The offensive, which didn’t even allow time to blink, stopped.
and.
Enough to feel it on your skin.
No, to the point where my whole body was tingling.
A huge amount of magical power was gathering in the Demon King’s hands.
The gathered strength accumulates and becomes authority.
I don’t know for sure, but I think with that level of skill you can probably achieve anything you want.
A literally magical power that allows you to control the world and do anything you can imagine.
“You don’t seem to have any intention of dying quietly. But it’s over now. This makes me a complete monster. Ha, haha.”
The girl’s deep, rotten laugh.
A huge magical power of mythical scale is in the girl’s hands.
Until now, no one has been able to keep up with it, and no one has been able to stand up to it.
Except this guy.
No matter what attack comes, you just have to time it well and deflect it.
Be it magic, waves, light, darkness, whatever, I can deflect it with my sword just like I did just now.
He had that kind of confidence.
That must be what it means to see the end of a sword.
The certainty that any concept can be touched with this one broken sword.
At the same time, the cold prediction that his own body would be completely destroyed and torn to pieces at that moment.
And the endless joy that fact brings.
I can barely keep up with the people who have died.
“Yeah. I guess it really is the end.”
however.
I see the appearance of a girl called the Demon King.
Her white hair flutters in the strong wind.
From the girl’s blood-red eyes, clear tears were flowing.
Tears do not fall to the ground, but are caught in waves of magical power and soon scatter into the sky.
“■■■■■■■■■■■… ”
what?
“… ■■■■■■■■■■.”
It doesn’t sound right to the man.
That moment.
The world was turned upside down with the Demon King at its center.
It doesn’t stop at above and below, inside and outside…
Yesterday and tomorrow, before and after, cause and effect. Color, sound, taste, thought, mind, movement, and breathing.
It’s all jumbled up and sticky.
The world melts away like a thick soup that has been stirred haphazardly.
Shit!
I was in a daze.
The reaction was late.
Still, can you do it?
You can do it.
I can’t believe my eyes anymore, and my ears are meaningless.
There is no reason for the feel to be different.
But following instinct, following the distorted boundaries of the world.
Add it stealthily.
Even the concept of swinging a sword was dismantled, but still. Slowly, I was avoiding this distortion.
Opposites attract.
I understood it with my senses the moment the tip of the sword touched it.
The supreme principles and laws that cannot be fully understood by human minds.
Every single strand of space and time is twisted by magic.
It wouldn’t be strange if my brain exploded, but I barely managed to hold on.
But maybe it was just bad timing.
It touched the black, distorted space-time and gently cut through its curves.
There was a slight error, and the results were disastrous.
From one point that jutted out, like a balloon bursting, a torrent of disintegrated and tangled space-time burst forth.
A scene where the world before your eyes seems to be torn apart.
No, is it the optic nerve being shattered?
What would be the point either way?
Slowly, as if falling asleep, my consciousness began to blur.
Only the image of a girl with her face distorted and tears streaming down her face.
Strangely, it keeps happening.
In my head.
I am.
The man’s thoughts soon ceased.
***
What could it be?
I wonder if he’s alive.
As I opened my eyes, I realized that I still had eyes.
It’s the ceiling.
It’s a room.
The blanket is covered.
Maybe I’m lying in bed.
Raise your body.
Yeah, it has a body too.
I’m still dizzy.
The body moves surprisingly smoothly, but it feels strangely heavy and weak.
He looked around the room.
It was his own room.
The academy dormitory, ‘My Room’, in my memories from about 10 years ago.
It is not simply a spatial meaning of the room used at that time.
Truly, ‘my room’ of that time, of that era.
It’s something I can’t understand.
One of the reasons why you can be surprisingly confident is the traces of a familiar life.
On the floor over there are clothes strewn about, and on the corner of the desk are a cup of water, a wristwatch, and a student ID card.
Seed.
His student ID had his name written on it.
There was also his own face from 10 years ago, and then there was a new one.
Is it really back to that time?
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen countless mysterious magic and abilities that I can’t understand.
Seed was completely convinced.
Crucially, the things I instinctively understood when I put my sword to the rift in space and time.
Since it was originally something that the normal human brain could not process, most of it was already forgotten, like something that happened in a dream.
After all, it feels like I’ve returned to the past.
If this was indeed his room at that time, he would naturally know where the mirror was.
The more I move, the heavier my body becomes, and I barely manage to get it in front of the mirror.
In the mirror was myself from 10 years ago.
Gray, disheveled hair and languid brown eyes.
Of course, things like facial features and skin.
The indelible scars left all over his body from the subsequent fight are clean.
Muscle mass is also miserable.
Is this why my body felt heavy?
Weak, sickly, incompetent.
One by one, even memories I don’t want to remember come to mind.
The Academy 10 years ago, the things that happened here.
Not everyone was blatantly ignoring it, though.
He must have been secretly dissatisfied with the fact that he was a guy who got accepted by luck despite not having any special abilities.
And the violence of those guys I particularly hated. Always being dragged off after class and taken to a dark place… .
He shook his head.
First of all, stop thinking useless thoughts.
That’s not what’s important now.
If I really went back 10 years, there’s something I absolutely have to do.
Killing the Demon King of this era who has not yet awakened.
But that’s the problem.
Seed looked at his body in the mirror again, paying particular attention to his muscles.
With this body, no matter how much enlightenment I gain about the sword, there will be limits.
Because from the beginning, the body doesn’t move the way you think.
And there was no proper weapon.
Didn’t I have a sword at this time?
Killing him with the training swords provided at the academy is not impossible, but it is quite a headache.
I wish I had that sword I usually use.
Seed thought of a broken sword. Then.
uh?
A headache strikes along with a slight dizziness.
Along with a small light, a broken silver sword was held in his hand.
The sword of the mind is attached to the spirit. Is it the spirit alone that is with us in the present situation where we have returned to the past?
That’s a good thing.
Even though it was broken, it was still a beloved sword that would never be lost.
This will overflow with car.
“Ugh, ugh… .”
Oh, is your mental strength also weak?
My head hurts like it’s going to explode.
But just as he was chasing after them, Seed swung his sword a few times.
Even though the sword is half broken, it is still a lump of metal.
The weight of the sword is not controlled at all.
Swaying.
With each swing, your body sways under the weight of the sword.
My vision is blurry due to the constant, throbbing headache.
But if we even factor this into the calculations, will it work out somehow?
As I shook my hand, the sword turned into light and scattered.
Yeah, once.
Just once is enough.
It doesn’t matter if I can just save one chance.
But Sid was being bullied in every way possible.
Although he was looked down upon and avoided by everyone.
But there was actually only one child who approached Seed.
The child’s name is Irusia.
The trumpet blasts long.
The sound that announces the weather.
Although it’s awkward, I quickly get dressed and get ready for school.
The kid who always tried to help Seed.
But the child who cried secretly because he was helpless and fundamentally had no way to help.
Childhood friends who have been together since childhood.
That child who one day becomes the Demon King and slaughters countless people.
I have to take all the blame.
A crying face covered in regret.
For the child’s own sake.
Let’s kill Irusia now.
With that determination, Sid let out a long sigh.
But things didn’t go as planned.
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