EP.228 Trial of the Holy Grail (2)
A wide open grassland.
Kalt adjusted his sword and looked at Kuntel, who was still giving up the fight.
A proud prosecutor.
Kuntel, who was called the strongest swordsman.
I challenged him three times, and lost all three times without achieving any significant results. However, that does not mean that Kalt realized nothing.
Sreung.
Now that he has reached his fourth challenge, there is one thing that Kalt has realized. The fact is that his own perspective was too narrow.
‘I thought wrong.’
I was thinking very simply.
Kalt realized that in order to reach the prosecutor in front of him, he had to understand the situation in a ‘different way’. The previous three challenges will be the cornerstone for that.
The realm of superhumans is far away.
It’s a long and rough road.
To get there, you have to risk your life. You have to show everything you have built up. Even if an artificial trial is given through the Holy Grail, it means that you must give your all.
‘everything.’
Everything I have learned, acquired, and practiced.
It is not simply a story limited to swords.
Now I had to admit that fact.
“Whoa…”
Kalt took a long breath and closed his eyes.
Thinking about something is a talent you were born with. He had some talent with a sword, and some talent in moving his body and fighting sense.
but.
None of them are top-notch talents.
This is the state of superhumanity, where a person with first-class talent does not know whether or not he can achieve it even if he sacrifices his entire life. Nevertheless, Kalt hoped. May you become a superman yourself.
That’s why I risked my life every moment.
I dreamed of a place I couldn’t reach.
By successfully accomplishing something close to a miracle time and time again, we have succeeded in reaching this point. Looking back on her past events, Kalt realizes.
‘My talent. ‘My specialty.’
Achieving a goal by throwing it away.
What is your talent that is more fundamental than that?
Kalt remembers the only talent he has been given that can reach the top level.
seeing something
By reading, analyzing, and understanding.
As a result, predicting and tracking.
“Tracker.”
Talent as a tracker.
A talent that had never been associated with combat before, or three attempts and failures, gave Kalt enlightenment. Kalt opens his closed eyes as he remembers his talent.
“······.”
Eyes open in silence.
The pupil shrinks to a single point and vision becomes clearer. What is in clear view is Kuntel, the swordsman.
I got the hang of it after three challenges.
Kalt puts it into practice.
Kalt reads all the information about the superhuman standing in front of him. Small movements, the way you hold your sword, eye movements, breathing, even the smallest gestures, everything.
What you see and the information you have seen are combined.
With the combined information engraved in his mind, Kalt walks forward. One step, one more step. The more steps he takes, the calmer Kalt’s breathing becomes.
It’s different from the first time.
Because it is different, the next one is also different.
Kalt lightly hit the ground and swung his sword. This time, Kuntel watched Kalt’s movements until the end and then began to move slowly.
Keying.
The path drawn by the silver-white blade wraps around the sword wielded by Kalt. When the trajectories become intertwined, it is naturally Kalt who is pushed back. They are pushed not only in terms of physical ability but also in the area of technology.
The coiled blade heads toward the floor.
It was the same for the first, second, and third attempts. In the first case, he was decapitated by the subsequent attack, and in the second, he twisted his body and threw away one of his arms. In the third case, he barely avoided it by rolling on the floor.
And now we’re in the fourth.
Kalt widens his eyes and tightens the hand holding the sword. The downward trajectory rises into the sky. The result of ‘shedding the sword’ is left as is, but only the direction of the result is twisted.
A half-point super sense obtained by approaching the realm of superhumans.
The senses achieved by combining imperfect super senses with the talent as a tracker are different from the super senses of superhumans. Predictions arising from heterogeneous senses produce results different from Kuntel’s predictions.
Teeing!
Two swords cut through the air.
Thus, Kalt succeeds in repelling Kuntel’s sword for the first time. Although his arms were shaking and his breathing was difficult, a smile spread across Kalt’s lips.
“I will go.”
A wider field of view.
With countless sword paths coming into view… Kalt took a step forward.
“Mr. Kuntel.”
He approaches the level of superhumanity in his own way.
2.
Kuntel, the sword superman, is strong.
That is an undoubted fact.
There was no one who could match him in the realm of technology, and he was a man whose strength surpassed that of most warriors. Some say that because of him, he was able to overcome the era when the lights went out.
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A man who did not stop training even after becoming a superhuman.
A swordsman who devoted his life to one sword.
There is no prosecutor who does not know the feat he accomplished.
‘He’s a decent person.’
I myself am challenging that feat.
Kalt adjusted his trembling sword and stepped back. As soon as he takes a step back, Kuntel quickly closes the distance and swings his sword.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
With the tip of the sword tilted at an angle, Kuntel’s sword is shed. However, even that is not perfect. The moment he tilted his head back, a sharp sword cut through Kalt’s hair.
Even if I was just a moment late, my head would fall off.
It was a series of such moments.
‘It’s hard. My arms are shaking. I feel like my fingers will break. ‘It feels like my pupils are about to explode.’
The blow is heavy.
Every time Kuntel swung his sword, Kalt had to risk his life. He had to fight his blows with everything he had.
Even if they say it can be predicted.
Even if you can see the trajectory of the sword, it does not mean that your opponent has become weaker. The opponent is still the strongest swordsman and a person who has reached a far-off level.
“···Phew!”
Kang, kaang.
The swords clash one after another.
Even breathing properly is difficult. Kalt steps back and Kuntel steps forward. Footprints and footprints become entangled.
‘see.’
Kalt’s eyes were bloodshot.
‘Look, predict, and move first.’
A lot of information comes into your head, organizes it, and predicts the next move. Moving one step ahead is the only way given to you.
Kagagak.
Kalt moves forward, receiving Kuntel’s sword as if it was stabbing at an angle with the side of the sword. Kuntel responds by swinging the sword he had thrown out to the side.
I read the motion.
Because he read it, Kalt immediately swung his sword. Kang, Kakang! Sparks fly and Kalt’s sword points upward. Kuntel’s sword also becomes entangled with Kalt’s sword and points towards the sky.
SGENG!
Kuntel’s sword cuts through the air.
widely.
Kalt takes a step further.
We want to continue to narrow the distance. But things rarely go as planned. His opponent is Kuntel, a swordsman, and he has no hesitation because his movements can be read.
‘ah.’
Kalt saw.
The sword energy formed on the tip of Kuntel’s sword as it headed towards the sky.
‘come.’
A blow is coming that cannot be blocked or let go.
The trajectory it will draw is fully visible to Kalt’s eyes. Also the future it will create.
‘Must be avoided…’
The tip of the sword that was pointing towards the sky falls towards the ground.
Like a guillotine.
Kalt threw himself to the side. He only focused on getting out of the sword’s range and rolled awkwardly across the grass.
Wow.
A creepy sound lingers in my ears.
Kalt gets up, rolling on the floor, and looks at the position he was in just a moment ago. The character 1 (一) is drawn long across the grassland.
“Ugh!”
There is no time to be shocked.
As soon as he stood up, Kuntel swung his sword, and Kalt raised his sword and barely caught it.
Puzzle.
The fingers holding the sword break with a loud noise. Nonetheless, the impact is not offset. Kalt’s body is pushed back.
The distance that was once narrowed becomes longer again.
Kalt grits his teeth. It’s hard to picture a way to reach it. strong. So strong.
‘Here we come again.’
far away.
The opponent has the means to close that distance in an instant. There is no reason not to use it. However, Kuntel’s behavior was different from Kalt’s expectations.
Sreung.
Kuntel adjusts his sword and holds it. Instead of pursuing straight away, take your stance and prepare to swing your sword.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of something crushing is heard centered around Kuntel’s sword. Kalt predicts the phenomenon it will cause. The moment that sword is swung, the phenomenon that will occur is absolutely terrifying from the opponent’s perspective.
‘Cutting.’
Kalt knows about Kuntel’s technology.
If the sword master, Draka’s technique, focused on controlling space by creating a net with the sword… Kuntel’s sword focused on the act of ‘cutting’.
Cut what cannot be cut.
Kuntel is a swordsman who became a superhuman to cut down the sword of death. Therefore, he has always trained his skills to cut what cannot be cut.
The name of the technology thus created is cutting.
As it only focuses on the act of cutting, its power goes without saying. Because we pursued the extreme of the concept of cutting, the form of the sword we achieved was like a single blade.
It comes.
Kuntel’s arm moves.
——Sgeung.
The sword he was holding was swung. The sword energy condensed at the tip of the sword is released. The liberated sword energy is not loud. The sword energy that explodes from the tip of the sword being swung horizontally appears only as a single line.
Tick, Tididik.
Anything that touches the line breaks.
It’s not called cutting for nothing. With the line cutting everything in front of him, Kalt raises the corners of his mouth.
‘at las.’
Because I’ve been waiting for this moment.
‘Finally, you’re using the technology.’
While he feels happy that he is being treated properly, Kalt feels familiar. Because this was not the first time she encountered a sword that cut through everything it touched.
“I will ask. Are you a prosecutor?”
What comes to mind is the memory of facing the sword of death.
Kalt remembers the razor-colored black energy that the monster was spewing out. When he encountered it, he pictured in his mind the movements he made.
‘Throw away what you want to throw away.’
but.
‘Not to waste time, but to reach.’
It’s different from back then.
The situation is the same, but the goal is different.
To achieve that, Kalt repeats calculations.
Sigh.
Blood vessels burst in the wide-open eyes. With his red-tinted vision, he looked where he should be heading.
‘found.’
I saw the answer.
The kalt moves toward where the answer is headed. The body accelerates for a moment. For one purpose, the body accelerates again and again.
widely.
I took a light step.
Sreung.
The tip of the sword was lowered low. Now that he was dealing with Kuntel, funny enough, what came to Kalt’s mind was Kuntel’s swordsmanship. He recalls the sword of Kuntel he saw at the last moment.
A human who resisted the approaching death.
The sight of a sword that could not be blocked, without any hesitation.
‘Imitate.’
I tried to imitate it once, but it didn’t succeed… so I try again with a body that is close to that of a superhuman. Kalt’s sword moved, dragging the tip low.
softly.
Let it flow instead of cutting it out.
He swung the sword held at an angle towards the approaching sword energy. The moment it touches the sword, it makes a tidik sound and the sword begins to split. However, in Kalt’s eyes, there is no future in which the sword will be broken.
Be confident.
The unwavering tip of the sword completes the technique.
The sword energy that was digging into the sword begins to flow along the surface of the sword. The trajectory of the horizontally swung sword changes.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gag!
The slanted blade slices through Kalt’s left shoulder. Flesh falls off along with blood. Successfully drained the technique with minimal damage.
However, there is no time to rejoice.
The approaching sword energy is not just one. The sword energy continues to approach. Kalt swung his sword without stopping at the surging sword energy.
Every time one is let go, the wound increases.
The thigh is cut, the ankle is broken, blood is pouring out from the shoulder, and the finger holding the sword is broken with a loud sound. Nevertheless, Kalt moves forward without stopping.
Tick, Tididik.
The tip of the knife splits.
Throwing in.
Blood pours out from the open wound.
However, Kalt’s eyes do not waver. Cutting off his flesh, he moves on with his steps. Giving away a part of his body with each step, he arrives in front of Kuntel.
And then, he swung the sword with all his might.
Kalt swung the sword while holding it with his right hand, not his already tattered left hand.
Suddenly.
Of course there is no way it can be reached.
Kuntel’s lightly swung sword cuts through Kalt’s right arm. The sword left Kalt’s hand the moment his right arm was cut, as if he had no strength left to hold the sword.
Right arm falling to the floor.
A sword floating in the air.
And, it is that moment.
Kalt’s eyes widen and he swings his tattered left hand. There is a sword hilt floating in the air along the path drawn by the left hand.
Sigh!
The moment the swinging hand catches the hilt of the sword, the sword strike is complete. Although his left hand is already broken and cannot hold the sword, it is actually faster than his right hand.
‘The right hand is aimed.’
I had planned to throw away my right arm from the beginning.
Kalt shows off the sword that will be his final strike. Even from the perspective of Kuntel, the swordsman, it was a perfect blow.
Suddenly.
A quiet cutting sound resonates.
Kalt’s sword touched Kuntel for the first time.
3.
Suddenly.
What the sword cut through was Kuntel’s shoulder.
Blood burst out from Kuntel’s right shoulder. Kalt’s whole body went limp and he fell to his knees. There was no subsequent sword attack against him.
“······.”
Kuntel quietly looks down at Kalt.
Kalt looked up at Kuntel.
“I reached it.”
A smile formed on Kalt’s lips.
“I reached it, I reached it. clearly.”
Kuntel smiles wordlessly.
A clear change appears on Kuntel’s face, which had always been expressionless. As if announcing the success of an ordeal.
Crispy.
And the body begins to crumble.
The ordeal is over, and Kuntel, which symbolizes a wall, is bound to collapse. Looking at Kuntel’s collapsing form… Kalt recalled something he had once heard.
“Every superman has his own goal.”
target.
“What must be accomplished. Something that must be kept. A promise made to someone. “Those things become the goals of life for broken superhumans.”
Life goals.
“For that one goal alone, the superman sharpens his life. It’s about sharpening your life. “For just one goal.”
Kuntel, the master of the sword, wants to reach Ganicalt.
The sword demon, Draka, seeks revenge for his daughter.
The madman, Kelhalm, wants to keep his oath to his disciple.
“If one day you become a superhuman, it will mean that you too will have a goal in life. I hope that moment comes.”
Thinking of those words.
“···I am.”
Kalt opened his mouth.
“That’s my goal.”
The direction you want to move in.
A reason to sharpen my life.
“It will kill you.”
Kalt spoke to the crumbling Kuntel.
“My goal is to kill you, who can neither live nor die, who tarnishes your pride with your image.”
You, who took pride in being human and never strayed from the human path, were lost. I ended up becoming something other than a human being.
A being that can neither live nor die.
Your existence as a familiar of disaster has become an insult to you. Kalt gritted his teeth, recalling the image of Kuntel he had encountered in the city at night.
‘A goal I must achieve.’
And, what I hope for.
“I swear.”
Soon, Kuntel completely crumbles.
Kalt’s body is wrapped in light, and the wide open grassland begins to collapse. Kalt slowly straightened his knees and stood up, sharpening his sword.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
When you open your eyes slowly.
“Are you here?”
There, a familiar voice is heard.
“Kalt.”
Kalt looked at the person who called him. A woman with gray hair was smiling at herself.
“It looks like it was successful.”
Kalt nodded.
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