〈 Episode 306 〉 How to face death (5)
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Light bursts out from the sacred place.
A beam of light soars into the sky.
The pillar of light is so huge that it can be seen from far away. Eryl, who was guarding the throne of the Midnight Castle, the warriors standing right next to him, and Chloe standing right in front of the curse dragon… saw the light.
The shining light catches the eye.
However, the two swordsmen closest to the shrine did not give the light a glance. The two just look at the swords they are holding.
Kang, kaang!
Sword and sword clash.
Two unbreakable swords are noisily entangled. The sound of metal clashing against metal continues to resonate. Even the endlessly falling snow does not stay by the two people.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
As the first warrior and the first superman, he shows his best. For the first time in hundreds of years, he expresses pride in the rival who appears before him.
The strongest warrior, Kyle Torben.
Known as the symbol of victory, he swings his sword at the disaster that brought him to his knees time and time again. Although he trembles with fear, he does not turn his eyes to the death that is right in front of him. Just as his own teacher had done in the past.
Technology collides with technology.
Now that he’s risking his all and swinging his sword for the first time in years, Kyle thinks back to something that happened a long time ago. When was that? Her memories of that time became blank for some reason, so she doesn’t remember the details…
That’s why Kyle came to admire the sword(?).
I don’t know if it was a dream, or someone else’s memory seen through some kind of magic tool. All I remember is that there was one prosecutor there.
flowing blood.
One lost eye.
A severed arm.
Kyle saw the back of someone who seemed to have difficulty even standing up, let alone holding a sword. He saw the god (?) that the swordsman was dealing with.
“I am ■■■■ ■ ■■■■.”
He raised his sword.
The tip of the sword is aimed at the false god who has come down to the world.
“Remember, it is the name of ■■ who bellowed you.”
He swung his sword.
Since all he could see was his back, the path of the sword he was swinging was not visible to Kyle’s eyes. I couldn’t see it, but I could tell.
Suddenly.
That the tip of the sword has reached God.
I was able to cut down a being that could not be cut.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
With one swing of the sword, the world split apart. The entire landscape was split diagonally, and the body of God was also split in half. The sky is cut off, and all the shadows blocking the sun are swept away.
A blow that should truly be called a miracle.
‘beautiful.’
That’s what Kyle thought at the time.
Even though all the scenes we saw together at that time became blurred and forgotten, we could never forget that blow. It lingered in Kyle’s mind for a long time.
‘I also have a sword like that…’
I longed for it.
I envied that brilliant strike.
I hoped to be able to swing the sword like the swordsman in my memory. However, the stronger Kyle becomes, the more he realizes. How far is that?
Became a warrior.
I learned the sword from a sword master.
He was called the strongest warrior.
However, that level is still far away.
Now, even memories are slowly being forgotten. There was no way he could swing a sword like that. I started to feel that way. Nonetheless, Kyle continues to wish for that sword.
If only I could imitate that swordsmanship.
If only I could pull off a blow like that.
You will be able to carry out the trials given to you and the contract. A great feat can be achieved. Therefore, Kyle used a different method to imitate the sword.
Collect starlight, accumulate it, and do it again…
“It’s no use.”
Kyle muttered inadvertently.
“It’s probably not something that can be imitated.”
The scenery is scattered along with the memories.
Time returns to reality again. A prosecutor stands in front of Kyle. The sword of death, Ganicalt. What posture is he taking?
His right arm is cut off, hanging limply as if it were not there, and he is holding a sword with his left hand with one eye closed.
That’s an attitude I never learned from Kuntel.
However, Kyle knows that posture. I have no choice but to know. Because that was the posture taken by the prosecutor I had seen several times in my dreams.
“also.”
At this moment, Kyle is certain.
“It was you.”
Ganicalt looked at Kyle.
Kyle also saw the prosecutor in front of him.
‘■■■■ ■ ■■■■.’
A name that has been erased from memory.
A name forgotten by everyone.
Maybe it’s because the starlight has become blurred, but Kyle vaguely remembers the memories that were erased by the stars.
“It was you, Ganicalt van Galatric.”
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Ganichalt does not answer.
Just take one step forward.
Coo!
The ground shakes.
The flow of the area changes. Kyle gasps as he realizes what technique Ganicalt is trying to show.
‘come.’
Ganicalt’s left arm slowly moves.
Not fast. It’s not slow either. The great sword draws a silver-white trajectory at a strange speed, as if only Ganicalt’s sword moves in frozen time.
Tick, tidik. Tiddidididik.
Everything the sword touches splits.
Space splits along the trajectory of the knife tip. A huge hatch appears in the air. The tip of the sword cuts through space and approaches you.
Kyle feels death in front of the approaching sword.
can not avoid. Can’t fight back.
Therefore, that is the sword of death.
“···ah.”
In the face of approaching death, humans sigh.
Without closing his eyes until the end, Kyle looks at the sword wielded by Death. He had that infinitely beautiful yet terrifying sword strike engraved in his eyes.
And then, death struck Kyle.
Suddenly.
The landscape split diagonally.
2.
Suddenly.
The moment the sword was swung, Raniel pulled out the chain as it was pointed at Kyle. They tied Kyle’s body with chains and pulled him back.
It’s because she also had a hunch.
That thing can’t be stopped. It cannot be avoided.
Even if it is a holy sword that never breaks, that blow will cut even such a holy sword. That’s why I was so confident. And, it was correct.
Chaaaaaaaaaaa!
A huge hatch appeared in the air.
The landscape is cut at an angle.
The space that is cut off and slips around does not return to its original position as before. It goes astray and continues as is. At that moment, Raniel felt his common sense crumble.
The sense of distance disappears.
Common sense becomes worthless.
Providence is twisted.
Something beyond common sense, something incomprehensible even after seeing, struck the canyon. It was an illusion to think that it was outside that range. Raniel and Kyle’s bodies float in the air due to the rushing wind.
Throw in!
Even though it didn’t touch the sword, its entire body was torn apart by the wind pressure alone. Kyle and Raniel were rolling around on the snow, blood pouring out.
“Wow, big!”
My vision is red. My whole body throbs.
Raniel coughed up blood and slowly raised his head. What comes into view is the scenery of the area, which has completely changed from before.
The sky split open.
The canyon that was cut at an angle and stuck together is slowly collapsing. The ground shook with a cooing, cooing sound.
“under···.”
Raniel bursts out laughing. Now I can’t even figure it out. What on earth does that mean?
“Cluck, clack.”
Raniel looks to the side.
There is Kyle, who is coughing up more blood than himself. I don’t think I can stand up anymore.
“······.”
Raniel slowly stood up.
She faces inevitable death, leaving behind Kyle, who has collapsed and cannot stand up. In the end, her own plans all failed. then···.
‘There’s only one thing left.’
It’s time to make a decision.
Sarah.
Roll up your collar and stretch your arms forward.
A scale appears in front of Raniel. Although Raniel hesitates for a moment before the scale, he eventually places his finger on the scale.
“Dedicated…”
This is the moment when you try to pronounce it like that.
chin.
Kyle grabbed Raniel’s ankle.
“I told you so.”
Kyle glared at Raniel with bloodshot eyes.
“Don’t use it.”
“If you don’t use it, everyone will die.”
“Just because I use it…”
“I know, I can’t win.”
Raniel chuckled.
“That’s why you stick out like you did back then, idiot.”
He flinched, and Kyle’s eyes trembled.
Raniel takes one step forward. Kyle ends up missing Raniel’s ankle. This is the moment when Raniel takes a few more steps.
Patter.
I heard the sound of snow falling from somewhere.
Raniel raised his head and looked where the sound came from. Someone is standing there.
“···lakh?”
3.
There is a human being named Grace.
He had one teacher, and as an orphan, his teacher was his older brother and father. He respected his teacher. He yearned for it. He always envied proud swordsmen who achieved great feats and returned.
I learned a lesson from him.
I received a lot.
He was thankful and grateful, so the boy, who became a young man, wanted to repay the favor. To those words, the teacher just smiled bitterly and replied:
“If I lose my pride, please help me regain my pride.”
It was truly a teacher-like answer.
The young man nodded but was still skeptical. How could such a proud swordsman lose his pride? I never even imagined something like that would happen.
However, it happened like that.
The Master was defeated.
The teacher was forgotten by everyone.
Before I knew it, my teacher came to be called a disaster.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
It was a new name given to the teacher, and people feared the teacher, calling him a disaster. The teacher was no longer a warrior. It was a disaster that killed people. The young man had to keep his promise to his teacher.
But, how?
You must kill your teacher.
We must free our teacher from that pain.
But, I don’t have the strength to do that. Although he trained all his life, the young man never thought that he would reach his teacher.
Humans think endlessly.
At the end of thinking, humans come up with one answer. The answer was given by an elf who was his teacher’s colleague. Together with the elves, humans prepare one move.
「It connects.」
It continues again and again.
“Next, next again.”
For that day that will come someday.
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Lark jumps out of the canyon.
There is nothing in that hand. However, steam rises from its body. It looks like the heating has been superimposed to the limit.
chin.
Lark, who has landed on the floor, approaches death. Death looks at Rak with narrowed eyes.
“you.”
Death recognizes Rak.
Recognize the blood flowing through that body.
“Is it Grace?”
“Lark Van Grace.”
While clenching his teeth, Lark says his name. And then he takes a step towards death. Death asks Rak.
“Are you a prosecutor?”
Lark answers the question.
“He is a warrior.”
Lark approaches death with his eyes wide open. Raniel shouts, but Lark doesn’t hear him.
“I am here to keep my promise.”
Just by approaching Lark, blood starts to flow from his eyes.
The body begins to creak. However, Lark opened his mouth and continued speaking.
“The pride I promised.”
Lark stretched out his empty hand into the air.
I grabbed the air with my left hand.
“In the face of death, Grace will show pride.”
This is the moment when the founder’s will was pronounced.
Light explodes from Lark’s grasp. The bursting light forms the shape of a sword. Ganicalt’s eyes narrow at the image of the completed sword.
Champion, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
The sword he was holding is in Lark’s hand.
Raniel, who was jumping in to stop Lark, stops in the face of the brilliant light. Raniel opens his eyes wide and sees something standing behind Lark.
“I will go, Master.”
It is someone’s memory and ghost.
The traces of a person named Grace who once stood here overlap with Lark. Lark takes a step towards his death and takes his stance.
And then, Tak.
Lark lightly kicked the ground.
···There is no secret message given to the Grace family.
There is no sophisticated technology for them.
There are only destructive attacks wielded with only sense, instinct, and strength. However, it’s just that those who inherited Grace’s blood in later generations failed to utilize their talents.
Sijo, Grace.
The man dedicated his life to perfecting a technique.
The man sacrificed his life for just one swing. Sharply honed and polished.
A technique to kill a respected teacher.
As time passes, the technology is reproduced through Lark’s hands. The moment he grabbed the sword, memories flooded into Lark’s head. It is a memory of our ancestors who challenged death several times.
Great warrior, Grace.
Lark reproduces the blow he unleashed.
The starlight contained in the holy sword accelerates Lark’s body. Lark’s eyes, accelerating for a moment, sparkle red. The heat contained in the heated body bursts out like an explosion.
Grace style, intangible sword.
There is no form or set method.
It doesn’t matter what you have in your hand. If there is something you want to cut, that is enough. The sword attack created by Grace, who interpreted the words of her teacher who explained the mind sword in her own way.
What is held in Lark’s hand is a great sword.
However, the moment it is swung, it is not a sword (?). The sword swung by Lark clashes with Ganicalt’s sword, tearing through space like an axe.
Kaaaaaaaa!
Starlight explodes with a roar.
The overflowing starlight is Death’s sword’s lost pride, the half of his soul he left behind in the past. Starlight shakes the soul of a fallen warrior.
Shadows and starlight mix.
At that moment, a distortion of space is created.
Lark, unable to withstand the twist, breaks all of his bones. In the end, Lark loses his sword.
“Wow!”
Lark is rolling around on the floor, coughing up blood.
In the end, I failed to properly deploy the technology, but the attempt was not meaningless. The bursting starlight caught the shadow leaking from Ganicalt’s body.
Just for a moment, ganicalt cannot use shade.
Lark looked at the sword he had lost.
The great sword hovered in the air and landed on the ground with a thud. The location of the great sword is between the sword of death, Ganicalt, and the warrior, Kyle Torben.
A great sword stuck in a snowy field.
Kyle looks at it blankly.
Raniel also looks at the sword.
At this moment, the same thought appears in both of their minds. Ran El twisted the scale that appeared before his eyes.
Not a scale, but an offering.
With the scales reversed, Raniel offers up all ten of his fingers. Then, he hit the remaining circuit on the floor with his foot. A circuit prepared for unexpected variables. It now emits a brilliant light.
“Tsk, tsk.”
Kyle also stands up, spitting out the blood in his mouth.
Having lost the holy sword, he is empty-handed. Since he does not hold the holy sword, Kyle Torben is no longer a warrior. The human, Kyle Torben, stood by Raniel’s side.
“Hey, Kyle.”
Raniel says.
“Do you remember when we defeated the black dragon?”
“You probably forgot.”
“Then, you know what I’m going to do now, right?”
Kyle laughed.
“Of course, Raniel.”
Now I admit it, you son of a bitch.
Raniel burst out laughing and snapped all his fingers.
Charrrrrrrrrrr!
The circuit emits light, and the chain soars.
Numerous chains that cover the sky fill the area. Chains of hundreds or thousands of strands. The purpose of the chain goes without saying. Raniel screamed, twisting the corner of his mouth.
“Go, Kyle.”
Kyle doesn’t answer.
Instead of answering, Kyle kicks the ground and starts running.
Toward the holy sword stuck in the snowy field.
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