episode_0086
by fnovelpia“···Vivian?”
Fighting. The daggers Ban was holding with both hands touched the ground.
“Now, what is this.”
“······.”
Ban approached Vivian with a trembling voice. I don’t understand this situation right now.
however.
“Ugh-!”
Kagak-! With the sound of the wind cutting, a sword path was carved in front of Ban’s nose. It was a slash made with mana.
“half.”
Vivian’s expression was different from usual as she spoke calmly. A chillingly cold expression and cold voice.
“Raise your sword. If you don’t want to die.”
Kaan-! Immediately after speaking, Vivian infused mana into the sword she was holding with both hands. The red mana symbolizing her surrounded the sword body, and at the same time, the audience cheered.
“Such a piece of shit-”
Ban immediately bent down, picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground, and crossed it in an X shape.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-! As the crossed daggers and Vivian’s long sword rubbed together, a horrifying metallic sound rang out in the stadium.
Naturally, it is the short sword that loses when competing with the long sword. Tadat-Van took a step back with his characteristic agility.
“······.”
Huh. Vivian did not chase after Van, who had widened the distance. All I had to do was turn my sword around once and get my bearings once again.
“Plague···.”
In the end, I had to hold the peninsula dagger tightly.
***
Dagger and long sword. When you think about it with common sense, what is the advantage?
“The power is so strong-”
“···Phew.”
Of course it’s a long sword. In the first place, the dagger itself was not a weapon designed with the expectation of combat in an open area.
“···You are just as insidious.”
“Ha!”
Sarak-! The left dagger was raised at Vivian, who was momentarily focused on the left hand fake. Red hair was cut and fluttered in the sky.
Well, there is a lot of discussion about whether there is compatibility with weapons or not. Actually, the majority is correct.
However, it was the common sense of those who had reached a certain level to stick to their own fighting methods with weapons they were confident in as much as possible, rather than using weight they were not used to. In the first place, the fight is not like a mukchipa, and you can’t do it by looking at the opponent’s weapon.
Above all, Ban’s fighting style was a little different from that of a typical dagger wielder.
-Kuzik!
“Tsk.”
A blow struck with a long sword that rose high in the sky. I blocked half of that heavy blow with one hand.
I twisted the angle of the dagger just enough to keep it from breaking, but I couldn’t do anything about the shock my body suffered. A dangerous sound came from my forearm, and at the same time, the pain of breaking a bone reached my brain.
“···They always fight strangely.”
But it didn’t end with Van’s broken bone. The trajectory of the dagger aimed at Vivian’s wrist tendons grazed her forearm, causing a wound.
“It’s a method that only I can use. why? Are you jealous?”
“Not much? Didn’t I always say that if you fight like a pervert like that, you’ll get seriously hurt someday?”
A fleeting moment of conversation like this. Meanwhile, Ban’s bones were already slowly coming together. It’s as if it was destroyed at some point.
A typical dagger wielder tries to avoid getting hurt at all costs.
First of all, when pain occurs, it becomes difficult to move the body quickly and freely. The moment I paid attention to that tingling sensation even once, my throat was bound to run away.
And generally, dagger wielders have a light body. Even if he had a wound of the same size, his condition would deteriorate faster than that of heavier swordsmen.
But half is different. It has the regenerative power to instantly heal any wound, and because its nature is aggressive, it attacks the opponent faster, aiming for the moment, without worrying about wounds to its own body.
“···Tell me now what’s going on.”
“···Phew.”
Sarah. Vivian swept her sweat-soaked hair away. The slightly wet bangs hit the sunlight and took on a red tint.
“Have you not heard? It’s a death match, it’s a death match. One of them has to die?”
Perhaps because her body was hot, Vivian’s complexion was closer to its original appearance.
But that’s it. Vivian showed no intention of talking to Van. Pudduk-! Ban’s teeth made an unpleasant grinding sound.
“Is it really like this?”
“What?”
“Shouldn’t we have a conversation! What on earth should I do if you, and only you, look like you know everything? Ah, deathmatch is inevitable. Should I fight with all my might? And with you too?!”
The voice became increasingly harsh and eventually became a shout that resonated throughout the stadium. I was disgusted by the cheering shouts of the audience as if the cruelty was also a delicious seasoning.
“Then what should I do?”
“What?!”
“Ban, you know that, right? As for the rules of the death match.”
Vivian whispered as if teaching an angry child.
“Of the two, only the one who wins survives. Also, if two gladiators conspired together…”
-bang!
“Heo-eok-!”
A long sword filled with red energy struck the floor of the stadium. Due to the tremendous impact, dust rose up and the spectators in the seats held their breath.
“They will both be executed…”
“······.”
“Do you understand now?”
Kujik – Vivian pulled out the sword that was stuck on the floor and pointed the tip at Ban. The beautiful eyes and sword body looked at one point.
“There is only one way for any of us to survive. Fighting until one of the two dies.”
“······.”
“So don’t think about it as a favor or something like that, but just attack with all your might. Otherwise.”
Whoop-! The sword filled with mana split the air horizontally, and a sword strike made of mana rushed towards Ban’s neck.
“You are the one who dies.”
Vivian quietly declared to Van, who barely managed to avoid the sword strike by bending down.
***
-Whoop!
Once again. Vivian’s sword strike grazed Van’s neck.
Cool sensation. The feeling of a blade grazing around my neck was something I could never get used to.
-Ban, no matter where you get hurt, will you get better?
-maybe?
-Well… what if your throat gets cut?
-hmm.
The topics of conversation between the two in the duel were very creative but also somewhat trivial.
This was unavoidable. They needed new information to have a productive conversation, but the environment they were in was dull and confining.
So we talked about each other, but all kinds of topics came up. And Ban’s regenerative ability also took center stage several times.
-I don’t know.
-Hmm.
Will you die if your throat is cut? To the question, Ban only frowned and could not give a clear answer. It was natural. I haven’t had my head cut off yet.
-Hmm… I think it’s better to just die if your throat gets cut.
-···what?
-That means he survives even if his head falls off. That doesn’t seem human…
At this time, I remember half of them pretending to be angry at Vivian’s question and bickering while waving their arms.
In fact, there was no proper rebuttal, but there was one certainty in Ban’s mind.
‘If your throat is cut, you die.’
Of course, I’ve never been cut, but I guess it’s an instinct. Just as you don’t have to touch a blazing fire to know that it’s hot. I felt a physiological sense of fear as the sword struck my neck.
-Kagagak!
“···Hu-eup”
Ban deflected the sword blow aimed at his neck with a dagger and took a deep breath.
“Are you thinking about something else?”
“That’s right! I bet on you!”
“You’re not going to die anyway, right? Just rush in!”
In response to Vivian’s question, the surrounding crowd began to shout. These were mainly people who bet on Ban winning.
Because of the unfavorable battle situation, I couldn’t waste my breath carelessly, but half of me wanted to yell at them to please shut up.
In the first place, is it really that enjoyable to see other people’s misfortune? I don’t want to know what’s inside. It was so disgusting to see them cheering on two people who only superficially knew each other fighting.
“······.”
Same skill, no. Even if you pay generously, Van is not as capable as Vivian in an open face-to-face confrontation. In that case, it would be right to at least concentrate well.
“······Ah.”
However, Ban’s eyes gradually lost their brightness and sparkle. Like fur and leather that lose their original luster as time goes by.
So Ban adjusted his dagger. It was a war of attrition and I didn’t want to continue this sparring for too long.
“···Pushup.”
The last fight of my life is Vivian. It was so ironic and I didn’t like it. A life that always slips through the cracks whenever something is worth cherishing.
The mindset is to go without any regrets. Ban focused on just that one thing and kicked the floor.
Tadat-! A rush that put all one’s soul into it. Thanks to this, Vivian was allowed to close the gap she had maintained to her advantage.
From then on, crazy metal sounds filled the stadium several times a second. So much so that the voices of those in the crowd who were shouting loudly at the quick attack were silenced.
But I knew half of it. That you don’t have much time left.
In essence, unmanned attacks form a kind of habit. Usually, the more you reduce this habit, the more you become an expert.
But getting rid of that habit is virtually impossible. The human body is such that sometimes the muscles overcome the brain.
It came to mind naturally. Even though I was in the worst condition, my body remembered the sparring pattern I always practiced with Vivian.
The dagger in the left hand temporarily sheds the long sword. Vivian takes advantage of the opportunity to throw out her left fist, and instead of receiving a punch to the abdomen, she hits the shin with her foot.
-grasp!
Vivian, who was kicked in the shin, regains her stance. Because my fist was smashed, it took me a while to swing my sword.
And the moment when Van finally regained his breath and was about to thrust the dagger into Vivian’s abdomen and neck.
-Oh my, is it still slow?
Tuk. Vivian’s wooden sword touched Van’s neck. This was a pattern that I had grown tired of in dozens of sparring sessions.
Van felt that the pattern had come to an end once again. Wow! Vivian, who had been kicked in the shin, regained her stance. Ban’s lungs refused to breathe after being hit in the abdomen.
The moment I forced myself to take a breath. Meanwhile, Vivian had already adjusted her sword and completed the ceremony. Belatedly, Radovan held the dagger tightly and thrust it out.
‘···It’s over now.’
But before that, Van’s neck and Vivian’s sword meet. And now it’s not a sparring match, but a real sword fight. It was obvious that his head would fall off.
Ban, who had caught his breath like that, thrust out his dagger. Even though he knew that his head would be cut off before this sword reached him.
– Pugh.
Therefore, the sensation of this fingertip should not be felt. The horrifying sensation of metal piercing my flesh.
But I could feel it half clearly. The sword strike he struck pierced the opponent’s abdomen. And that opponent.
“Coop- Cough!”
“······.”
“Hey, you were fast this time? Haha…”
It was Vivian, spewing out a liquid that looked exactly like her own hair and eyes.
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