episode_0204

“Oh, what on earth are you doing?”

Flagship of the Allied Forces’ 1st Fleet.

Jill cried profusely, leaning against the dashboard in the command center.

Things are going strangely.

They sensed the movement of a huge demonic energy and immediately dispatched to trap it in a barrier.

For some reason, one of our archmages is standing calmly next to that huge demon.

Rex, who was dispatched to save her, continued to run at her like a madman even though he was seriously injured.

The place where Rex’s eyes are directed is empty space.

no······.

It was an empty space that felt strange.

“What do you see?”

The opponent is invisible to the eye, and cannot be observed by either magic or magic power.

An unknown ‘will’ keeps coming out of thin air and attacks Rex.

However, Rex avoided it as if he could see it and tried to keep it together.

What is visible?

If you see it, how on earth do you see it?

I was so curious about Rex’s vision that I was going crazy.

That’s why Rex shouldn’t die.

I need you to come back and tell me what you saw and what you fought.

If I died there, everything would be meaningless.

“Don’t worry, Rex is never weak.”

“Mistress…”

Mia recites with a calm expression.

There was not the slightest trace of worry on her face.

Even though the archmage was taken hostage and the high-ranking warrior of Elvengarde was in danger of death, she did not seem strangely nervous.

“Because Rex is no longer the person he used to be.”

Rex was once crazy about revenge, sharpening his sword, and risking his life for training.

After overworking his body, he quickly became an expert in Merida style swordsmanship.

It has become the strongest force in Elvengarde, both in name and reality.

However, that strength was all an illusion.

Rex’s power is not for Rex himself, but for revenge.

It was a meaningless thing that could only be trained for revenge, could only be used for revenge, and would fade away once revenge was over.

In fact, Rex, who had lost his target for revenge, collapsed to the ground.

The power I had built up had no place to go.

The 800 years worth of life consumed was disintegrated in the air.

But after the fight that day.

Rex has clearly changed.

On the surface, Rex seemed despondent, having lost his purpose and will to live, but in reality, that was not the case.

He quietly and silently began walking down the path again.

Instead of taking shortcuts that deplete my body and burn my life, I started walking the right path.

It looked slow, but it wasn’t.

Rex also realized that the path with the biggest turn was the fastest path.

Around that time.

Rex’s eyes were filled with determination.

It was not a intention directed somewhere else.

It was directed inwards, that is, towards the inner self.

For myself.

There is only one purpose.

Above all else, it was a single intention that was strong and would not be broken until the day of death.

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‘Something is interfering with my perception.’

I knew it for a long time.

A strange feeling of heterogeneity.

And the unpleasant feeling of being played by someone.

There is someone standing in front of me right now.

He was holding a sword made of demonic energy just a moment ago.

Now, he was putting down his sword and engaging in battle, as if to prove that he was not the Great Devil.

‘Even memories are being reorganized…’

Even the attack he launched was erased from my memory.

The process of being attacked disappears.

All that remains before my eyes is the wound caused by the attack.

It seems as if someone is intentionally trying to conceal the person in front of them.

‘I understand now. That person is talking to me.’

I felt that ‘will’ was contained in the bloody attack.

It was not an attack simply intended to harm the opponent.

If that were the case, he could have killed me dozens of times more.

So, what was contained in that man’s sword strike was not murderous intent, but a will other than murder.

There is still no way to know exactly what the intention is.

That was something I had to find out from now on.

‘Will my will really reach that person?’

I couldn’t feel it or remember it, but his will was conveyed.

How on earth is this possible when you put down your weapon?

It is clear that we have reached a level that I cannot even fathom.

Is it possible for me to put all my will into an attack like that person?

Well, that’s fine.

It may or may not be possible, but for now, I’ll just try my best and face it!

“Merida-ryu Oui…!”

A state that was briefly glimpsed after burning 800 years worth of life.

An area where it is unclear whether you can reach it even if you train your whole life.

At the very least, it will be possible to compete on equal footing with that person only if you stretch out your five will.

What is the Merida style of swordsmanship that has been passed down from generation to generation among the elves?

It is a sword technique that embodies the wish of the ancestors who founded Elvengarde to protect this land.

But that beautiful purpose and performance are separate things.

It is said that many improvements have been made over time, but due to the closed nature of the elf society, they have not been able to achieve improvements as good as the swordsmanship of the human race.

Therefore, even though a long time has passed, what has been passed down is a swordsmanship with a strong aggressive tendency that is not much different from the original.

Considering that all recent human swordsmanship emphasizes offense and defense, it is a swordsmanship that is behind the times.

‘But none of that matters!’

What is Oui?

The extreme of the direction pursued by swordsmanship.

It is the ultimate swordsmanship that is unobstructed by any restrictions and limitations.

The inferiority or superiority of swordsmanship is irrelevant to the five principles.

The reason and purpose of practicing swordsmanship.

If we delve into that limit, the five senses are something that anyone can theoretically acquire.

Of course, that is only theoretical.

The idea that you can ascend to nirvana if you empty your mind sufficiently and meditate repeatedly is nothing but nonsense.

Does it make sense to focus only on the ‘will’ contained in swordsmanship?

So far, we’ve been teaching only the technicalities of how to swing a sword and how to block, so why is this suddenly a random thing?

Everyone would think so.

I thought so too.

‘Swordsmanship…is just a means to share meaning.’

But at this moment.

I finally realize it.

Swordsmanship is not important in itself and is merely a means.

Although the swordsmanship may be different, the will behind it is the same.

Even though the forms are different, they all have no choice but to share the same structure.

So I think I understand.

In order to confirm the identity of the author, one must be able to use Oui.

This is the minimum condition!

The minimum conditions are amazing!

Only those people, of whom there are less than ten people in the world, can dare to recognize that person.

“······!”

Coo coo coo coo.

Although the seal is not visible at all.

Part of the opponent’s sword attack begins to come into view.

And I felt it right away.

Regardless of whether I get hit by it or avoid it, I will lose this memory again.

We can’t leave it like that.

Because of my immaturity, that person’s will cannot just be left to flutter in the air.

Definitely fight back!

“·······?!”

At that time, a huge net unfolded before my eyes…

no. no.

It is the energy of the sword that goes beyond the limits of the sword and flies through space.

“Holy shit. Is that really a sword strike?!”

As I looked directly at the inevitable approaching net, I was able to understand the will contained therein.

Filjung’s will to hit the target regardless of the distance and the length of the sword.

It is the extreme of a fierce sword.

So now it’s my turn.

It’s my turn to show my will to that person.

I ask myself once again.

What is my five senses?

‘What is the big meaning of Merida-ryu?’

To protect Elvengarde.

It is to protect the country and the people.

We go on the attack to protect ourselves.

Although we know that the best defense lies in offense.

It’s such a contradictory and foolish-looking swordsmanship that it doesn’t actually realize attack and defense.

“Landgrid!”

Therefore, the form of the five swords that appears is a shield.

Protect those standing behind me.

It is a shield for breaking through to the front and to the front.

A pure white, wing-like shield unfolds from the tip of the sword in an instant.

The net of sword energy attacking me is blocked by the shield and cannot advance any further.

Defense is achieved by attacking.

This is the great meaning of overcoming the limitations of the Merida style and breaking down contradictions.

It’s wrong.

“Did you stop it?!”

Just when I thought it had been blocked.

One by one, the pure white will that made up the shield began to crack and crack.

“It wasn’t enough!”

Even though the attack was wide-spread rather than concentrated on one point, they couldn’t block it.

Was my will not enough?

In an instant, the pure white shield shattered into pieces, and as the sword energy came over me between the eyes, I felt death.

No regrets.

I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.

Now that I have realized the five secrets of the Merida style that I would not have been able to obtain even if I trained my entire life, I can now die…

“What are you thinking with that relieved expression as if you just pooped out a month-old poop?”

“Huh…?”

I thought so.

My eyes automatically opened when I heard a voice that seemed to be laughing at me.

He should have died by having his head pierced by a sword.

But when I opened my eyes, the panoramic view that unfolded was a dense jungle.

A panoramic view that resembles the old Elvengarde.

What’s going on?!

As soon as I got up, I felt someone coming from behind me.

The moment I hurriedly turned around, I was faced with an unexpected face.

“Don’t be too surprised.”

“Eugene?!”

Eugene.

The unlucky man who was thought to be dead was sitting on a tree and laughing shamelessly.