episode_0016
by fnovelpiaIt deflects sword strikes that you would only find similar in history, myths, or age-old tales of heroism.
“Let’s talk!”
“Haha, aren’t you doing it now? All men of war speak with their swords!”
A gigantic silver aura that cuts through the empty air.
Just by doing this, the snow-capped mountains surrounding them are eroded, worn away, and even cut off.
“Then I’ll tell you while I’m at it! Master, I’ve regressed. I’m from the future.”
“No, that’s right, even this teacher has used that kind of excuse!”
“left.”
The sword strike really comes in from the left side of the seed.
The master is still confused even though he is swinging his sword.
Sometimes, a strong person who has reached a certain level of skill is confused because he cannot read the attacks of a beginner.
He says that he uses swordsmanship according to his understanding of the principles of swordsmanship, but it is so sloppy that it results in strange attacks that are hard to predict.
“Right. Right again. Left.”
“How did you do it?”
That also depends on the swordsmanship.
From the beginning, a haphazard and baseless thing is something else.
To use an analogy to a math problem, first there is the correct answer.
Next, let’s look at some common errors that can occur due to small calculation mistakes. If that’s the case, that’s normal.
This is just writing down any number you like without even looking at the problem.
“No, but it doesn’t seem like everything is correct… . But it seems like you’re predicting everything, regardless of what you’re saying. What is it, disciple?”
“I told you it regressed. Oh no, it’s on my head.”
So the genre is different.
Think of a number. Is it less than or greater than 5? Is it 3 or not?
It’s like magic that lets you see into someone’s mind, reading their subtle facial expressions to figure out their numbers.
It feels more like reading thoughts, habits, and subtle personal patterns than reading numbers.
Even saying left and right is a fake to test the reaction. In the first place, if you say left, by whose standards is it left?
So the first prediction is definitely correct. From then on, use that as a basis.
If you think you’re being predicted, you’ll change the direction you were going to attack. Since it’s read, you’ll twist it once and do it that way.
Either way, it’s in Seed’s hands.
So, I tried to act a little.
“I’m from the future, so I know how you’re going to attack. Do you want to talk about it now?”
“No, you idiot, do you think the teacher is stupid? I’ve seen a lot of guys do similar things in my time, you idiot. Are they all from the future?”
“… When was the old days?”
“About three hundred years ago.”
Was I wrong? I didn’t think the success rate would be high, but I still thought it was possible.
The sparring continued like that, boringly.
All attacks are clearly visible and can be countered, but due to their absurd power, it is impossible to counterattack.
It’s not just about deflecting attacks, you also have to consider each and every tiny shockwave created by the stupidly massive aura. That alone would probably burst a human body like a balloon.
If things continue like this, we could end up doing this for 100 days straight.
But I really hate having my body torn apart like minced meat by the Master!
If it was just my dream, there wouldn’t be any pain, but somehow, this space where I train with my master feels like something we both own together. I felt pain about halfway through reality. Damn it.
We need to think of a way.
Oh, in that case, maybe.
I’m turning the pages of the book called Memory. Now, the chapter on ‘Sad Things’ alone has so much content that it’s hard to find what I’m looking for.
Still, I was able to find it quickly.
okay.
I remember my master’s last moments.
I originally thought my hands were cold, but I remember my hands being incomparably cold.
The face, which was losing its color and turning whiter without end, was dangerously, terribly beautiful.
The last thing her pale lips said was.
‘Secretly, should I…?’
It was only then that I heard the name of the Master for the first time.
“Anastasia.”
“Disciple… ?”
“That’s right.”
“Disciple, you… .”
The teacher had a dumbfounded expression.
“Yes, so now… ”
“How can you take your teacher’s name in vain!”
“Yes?”
“It won’t work. Your head seems strange, so let’s fix it, disciple. Historically, this has been the cure.”
Huh?
Aurora, it seems to be getting more intense… .
In a word, I can say that it was insufficient.
For some reason, the absurd strength and speed of the master who received the fever were just, just unbelievable.
It would be a miracle if he could just hold out for a few more minutes.
Even though things had changed so much, the teacher was still the teacher.
I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the moment when my entire body would be torn to pieces.
“Aaak!”
Suddenly.
It was a dull pain, like being hit with a large club, far removed from the word sharp.
Beige, wasn’t it… all?
Sid trembled as he spoke, the trauma engraved on his body from being torn to pieces by the sword hundreds of millions of times.
“… Oh, you won’t kill me?”
“Disciple… ?”
“Feel and learn with your whole body, and then, with a sword, you cut me to pieces… .”
“What, isn’t that just bullying! Who taught you to use a sword like that?!”
“ in?”
Now I see that the destructive aura that was so sharp and keen has become blunt, like a roughly crushed clay sculpture.
“Wake up. You need to focus on the pain you are experiencing now.”
Even so, Aura is Aura. There must have been a level of power control that allowed one to step on ants without killing them. I didn’t know that this current master was less ignorant in this regard.
The one-sided, merciless, yet at the same time very gentle beating continues.
It felt like he was being beaten mercilessly all over his body with a wooden club. However, it was so much weaker and lighter than he remembered, that Sid felt happy about being hit.
It’s like the feeling of a child crying and throwing a tantrum because they don’t want to get a shot, but then when they actually get it, they smile because it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s like that feeling condensed hundreds of times over.
As I was doing that, I felt something.
It’s not just the pain of being hit. It’s something like a tingling sensation, like muscle pain, that slowly seeps into your body from that burning pain.
“Remember this sensation. Release is the reverse of injection. It is reproducing the pain from inside your body.”
“Yes, no, yes? What?”
“You’re all reacting as if you’re hearing it for the first time. And… why are you laughing… ?”
The disciple who usually hated getting hit so much is somehow making a happy expression.
Is my head really that weird?
or not.
“You said you came from the future?”
“… Yes.”
That stern expression on his face as he looks up from his prone position on the floor.
For a lunatic, his eyes are straight.
In my old days, I saw a madman who could touch space with a sword, so I guess time isn’t an impossible story.
People say that elves are very suspicious, but after living for hundreds of years and seeing so many strange things, they sometimes easily believe the most absurd things.
“Since you want it so desperately, let me hear your story, disciple.”
The story of Seed, which has finally begun, is a bit rambling due to being confused by the current situation.
– Well, somehow I came from the future. But the past master I remember and the present master are completely different. What could be happening? So let’s compare each other’s memories first.
To summarize, it was something like this.
“Well, okay.”
Although he was half in doubt, the master accepted Seed’s proposal without question.
***
Seed’s childhood,
“Wait, are you going to start with a story about your childhood?”
“Just listen to it. Just in case. A little.”
Again, Seed’s childhood was marred by wounds.
It was a rural village.
There was nothing to eat, no place to sleep, and no parents.
So the boy relied on something that someone had abandoned.
Go through the food waste in the restaurant.
Especially fish dishes. I liked it because I could eat a lot of fish flesh since people don’t eat it thoroughly.
But that alone doesn’t satisfy my hunger, I’m so hungry I can’t stand it, I’m hungry endlessly.
The boy stole an apple from a street stall, the ugliest one with worm marks on it, and ran as fast as he could.
I swallowed the apple while crying. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It was sweet. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t steal again.
After his first and last theft, the boy was once again forced to fight endless hunger.
Since the boy had no place to sleep, he collected cloth and other items from the garbage heaps that others had thrown away and made a shelter in the forest next to the village.
The forest is a place that people avoid because of the monsters that come out. I once saw a parent warn his child. The tip of the finger that pointed to the direction where he absolutely must not go. The boy’s treasure was in that direction.
It didn’t matter. The boy was much, much more scared of the stinging rain that immediately chilled his body, the rough hands of the restaurant owner, the eyes of the townspeople, and the clubbing.
Yes, but I couldn’t help feeling the absence of my parents whose faces I didn’t even know. It seemed like I couldn’t find human warmth anywhere.
There was no place in this world for a small, dirty, smelly beggar boy.
Something abandoned by someone. Something abandoned. An abandoned person?
There is no way in this world that someone would abandon their family.
The boy thought so. He could not have thought that it would be so easily thrown away, something he could not have and had never had.
But in fact, it may have been the same as fish flesh.
Mother died and was abandoned by father.
There was a girl named Irusia.
“Hmm. This is the starting point of a longing love affair. It’s pure love.”
“What the hell?”
“Huh?”
“… I mean the dot. Yes. ”
“Your cheeks are red, disciple?”
Wow.
“By the way, seriously, aren’t we starting from too early? No matter how much I listen, it’s like it’s not related at all.”
“No, that, that’s kind of important… ”
“I’m starting to get bored. Just skip it.”
“… Yes, yes. Then next.”
From there, the story progressed quickly.
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