EP.148 Superman, mere human (3)
“The most common thing is to feel a wall through experience and endless training. But that’s not the only way. “There is a faster way.”
“It’s a dangerous and difficult method.”
“Because it’s a method that only people with good instincts can do.”
Sreung.
“I feel death approaching.”
“See with your own eyes a wall that can never be overcome, blocking your path. “Don’t miss even a single moment and remember the moment when you try to crush yourself.”
Okay.
“People make judgments in the face of death.”
Kuntel, who was wielding a sword, shrugged his shoulders.
The sword marks left on the floor are different from Kuntel’s sword. It seems to be running wild…like a sword of disaster.
“How far can you go?”
“What can’t I do, what can I do at this moment, and what are the ways to survive.”
“I end up thinking and thinking endlessly.”
And then you see.
“I come to realize it naturally.”
“The limit you can reach. “The shape of the wall built within you is drawn very precisely.”
How do you know that?
“I have no choice but to know better.”
Kuntel smiled bitterly and answered.
“Because I did that.”
2.
Death is just around the corner.
Lark’s intuition rings louder than ever. I feel like I can hear tinnitus in my ears. Boom, boom, my heart is beating wildly and my breathing is getting harder.
‘Sword Demon (劍鬼).’
Lark looks ahead with shaking eyes.
Standing in front of him is a ghost holding a sword.
‘Sword Demon, Draka.’
Superman of the sword.
A being who surpassed human limitations with a single sword.
“······.”
Lark inadvertently takes a step back.
You don’t even know when you will step down. Instinct moves the body. It was around this time that the low sound of snow being stepped on was heard.
Sreung.
The tip of the Sword Demon’s sword moved.
The tip of the sword he raised touches the sky. The blue sky and the sword shaped like the letter 一 sparkle in the sunlight.
Tattered clothes.
A tattered arm that looks like a broken bone.
A state of complete disrepair, as if you could collapse at any moment.
However, those red, bloodshot eyes do not waver. The tip of the sword shining in the sunlight points downward. Slowly, but without any wavering.
‘ah.’
Lark feels death.
The red eyes become a little redder. Instinct moves the body. Lark swung the ax with all his might. Not to attack, but to block the crushing flash.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The ax bounces off. An ax made of unbreakable iron cracks. Lark’s fingers holding the ax were cut off with a crunch.
Boom.
Lark’s body, unable to overcome the shock, floated in the air. After rolling several times on the snow, Lark stopped only after hitting his back against a tree.
“Big!”
Spit mixed with blood splashed out. The moment it hit the tree, a cracking sound was heard. It was the sound of something breaking. Lark stood up unsteadily.
“···Hmm.”
The Sword Demon is looking at his hand.
Those eyes are indifferent. The blow just now was also like that.
‘I didn’t swing the sword properly…’
It was a sword swung lightly as if chasing away a flying insect.
To prevent it, Lark had to risk his life. Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
‘wall.’
Lark has a hunch.
‘A wall that can never be overcome.’
It’s a huge wall.
There is an opponent in front of you that you cannot defeat no matter what you do. It’s not my first time meeting someone like that. However, this time the situation is a little different.
‘They’re trying to kill me.’
The Sword Demon’s eyes are bloodshot and red.
What is in those eyes is clear murderous intent. He is trying to kill himself.
Are they saying they don’t want to leave any witnesses, or are they simply annoying? The reason is unknown, but the swordsman is aiming for his neck.
To live.
Lark’s eyes tremble as if his breathing is being suffocated. Lark feels helpless in front of a wall that can never be overcome.
Trudging.
A ghost approaches you.
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Even though it stumbles, it approaches steadily, one step at a time. The low tip of the sword is dragged across the snowy field.
Just, tap, tap.
My whole body is shaking. Teeth collide.
Death is coming to me. Lark feels fear at the imminent death. His fingertips are trembling.
However, the ax is not let go.
“A warrior is a warrior until the moment he dies.”
The pupils tremble noisily. However, it is not detected.
Lark stares straight at the approaching death.
“Resist until the end.”
Lark thinks about the approaching death.
Make judgments even while trembling with fear.
What you can do. What is allowed to you? Lark thinks constantly.
‘You can’t hold an ax with a broken hand.’
Lark grabbed my collar with his free hand.
Boouk.
He tore his clothes and tied his broken hand and ax together. Feeling the cool snow breeze, Lark strained his eyes. The trembling eyes slowly calm down.
“······.”
I grit my teeth. Lower your posture.
All muscles in the body are tense.
Trudging.
Death is coming.
It is impossible to escape from the approaching death. You can’t even stop it. Therefore, Lark chooses to resist. I struggle to live even just one more second.
Quickly.
Lark’s eyes sparkle red as he grits his teeth.
A firm will is reflected in the eyes. The Sword Demon who met those eyes stopped for a moment.
“······.”
The pride of being a prosecutor has long since been abandoned.
However, there was a time when I lived with pride. Draka sees light in the young boy before her.
‘···Amazing.’
He is purely amazed at the warrior before him.
The appearance of a human being who retains nobility in the face of death always shines brightly. There is no change in his intention to kill, but Draka adjusts his sword and holds it.
As a warrior, not an obstacle to be cleared away.
Not as a brat, but as an equal being.
Draka recognizes the boy in front of him.
Moving his creaky body, he straightens his posture. On the snowy field where his snow flurries, the sword spirit catches his breath.
“···Phew.”
A cool breath escapes between my teeth.
Draka’s eyes narrow. He raised his sword. The low tip of the sword slowly turns towards the sky.
Take one step back.
One foot forward.
Don’t make a fuss, just calmly.
Establish the most basic posture. A superman who has walked the path of the sword shows off his basics. Swing the sword with respect for the opponent.
Sreung.
The tip of the knife moves.
From top to bottom. As if passing a sentence.
‘come.’
And then, Lark saw.
In the slowed down time, Lark sees Draka’s sword. You swing once, but the result is not once.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!
The sharp sword energy claws at the snowy field.
Clear away the snowstorm. It cuts down everything it touches. There is no room to escape. That comes to me.
‘···It’s so far away.’
It is a very distant state.
It is a sword wielded by a being from a distant realm. A sword reached to its limit is beautiful. It is a beautiful and cool sword.
‘How far is it?’
Measure it.
It seems like you can see the distance between yourself and the ghost. There is a huge wall between them. The Sword Demon is standing on the other side of the wall.
Lark gives strength to the eyes.
Never close your eyes until the very end.
I feel something just by looking at it.
Faced with extreme circumstances, Lark moves. You can’t survive with slow-moving arms. Despite knowing this, Lark resists until the last moment.
Look.
Don’t look away.
Resist until the end.
‘That is a warrior.’
Lark’s body goes beyond its limits, even if only for a moment.
The muscles are torn with a crunching sound. Suddenly, the bone breaks. Blood is flowing from the nose. The blood vessels in the pupils burst and the vision becomes red.
Using all that as a reward, Lark advances forward.
In a split second, Lark gets close to the wall, even if just for a moment.
Tick, Tididik.
Lark’s ax cuts through sword energy. One sword energy was cut. Out of dozens of strands of sword energy, I only cut off one… but that was not meaningless.
widely.
Because it gave someone time to arrive.
In a split second, someone pulled Lark’s shoulder. Lark’s body leans back. Someone takes a step forward beyond the tilting rack.
Gray hair fluttered.
Ash scattered everywhere.
Gray mana bloomed like an explosion.
Smash.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
A roar tore apart the sword’s net.
3.
Tou-doo-doo-duk!
The spell tears the sword energy apart. There was no need to see Draka blocking the spell. I immediately turned my head back. I saw Lark sitting on the floor.
‘Both arms and both legs are attached…’
It looked like a bone had been broken, but there were no serious injuries. I relaxed my shoulders and took a short breath.
“···Phew.”
thank god. I was relieved that it wasn’t too late, that I was really glad.
“···Professor Rania?”
Lark blinks his eyes as if he is embarrassed. I smiled bitterly and tapped Lark on the shoulder a couple of times.
“Good job, Lark.”
I saw him holding out against the Sword Demon.
“Really, good job.”
I clearly saw Lark holding out for a few seconds against a superhuman, even though he couldn’t even reach the wall, let alone a superhuman.
‘Really…’
It was a great thing. really.
I wanted to add a few words, but the situation wasn’t right. I swallowed the remaining words and turned my head. I looked ahead.
The snowstorm created by the spell cleared.
Draka’s appearance is revealed through the cleared snowstorm.
“···under.”
A smile appears on Draka’s lips.
It was a mockery. A mockery that was either a mockery of one’s own situation or a mockery directed at me.
“What the hell, what the hell…”
Draka said as if chewing.
“How far can you go…”
These were words I didn’t need to hear.
I didn’t feel the value of listening to a list of meaningless words. I took a step forward.
chin.
My footprints were left on the snowy field.
I look around. There are blood stains everywhere. It wasn’t Lark’s. They were the bloodstains of unknown people who were brought here to die.
There is a child’s body.
There is an old man’s body.
There were many corpses of unknown people.
“···I am.”
Because it reminds me of a scene from the past.
It’s like the end of my hometown that I saw when I was young.
“Anyone can do that, and there is no one without a story, so I try to understand for now.”
My stomach was boiling.
“you.”
One step, another step.
“I can’t do as well as you.”
I take steps to put an end to the long bad relationship.
Every step I took was deeply felt.
“hey.”
Ash crumbled between clenched fists.
Flames flickered between my fingers and the gaps between them.
“Let’s finish this. please.”
I stretched out my fist.
Draka swung his sword.
There was no need to see the results. Because victory or defeat has already been decided. This was just a confirmation of that once again.
Damn.
Draka’s sword was shattered.
