〈 Episode 307 〉 How to face death (6)
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Kyle Torben runs with all his might.
Every time he takes a step, snow falls. There was no starlight on Kyle’s body, but at this moment, Kyle was running faster than ever. Kyle stretched out his hand as he glided across the snowy field.
A human hand grasps the first holy sword.
It is the holy sword (??) held by the first hero, and the sword that cut down the wrong god who came down to this world (?). For Kyle, it is like a symbol of longing.
Sigh.
Kyle’s hand grasps the holy sword.
As soon as he grabs the holy sword, Kyle spins in place and pulls out the sword stuck in the snow field. The holy sword emits a brilliant light amidst the falling snow.
···It is impossible as it is.
The first holy sword is a sword that Ganicalt gave to his disciple as a gift, and is a sword that only those who carry on Grace’s will can hold. Naturally, there is no way Kyle could hold the first holy sword.
However, at this moment, the Holy Sword does not reject Kyle’s touch.
It’s not because he is a warrior.
Because he is a swordsman, and because he wants to show his pride to Death… the First Holy Sword does not reject Kyle. The Holy Sword answers Kyle’s will.
Starlight floods.
The flooding starlight never penetrates Kyle’s body. Kyle doesn’t want that either. The overflowing starlight only gets wrapped around the holy sword.
“Go, Kyle.”
And then, Raniel stretches out his arms.
Her fingers are broken and grotesquely bent, but when she points, the shape of the fingers is not important. Raniel’s finger pointed at Ganicalt.
Broken finger.
Mana accumulated over the past month.
A huge circuit engraved for this moment.
It all answers Raniel’s call.
Hundreds and thousands of chains covering the sky flew toward Ganicalt. Its purpose is one. To tie the sword of death in its place.
Just like when I defeated the black dragon Belial.
Raniel never forgets what he has to do.
Ultimately, one’s role is to tie up the enemy’s feet. The strongest hero creates an opportunity to land the best blow.
‘To pave the way for that.’
That would be his role.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Kyle runs beyond the falling chains.
He doesn’t look back.
Holding a sword, Kyle runs through the snowy field.
Human persistence, which runs through our veins, opened the way to victory. The wise man, searching for answers, leaves his death in place. The prayer of a saint singing for just one person dwells in the human body.
And, humans.
Kyle Torben.
One prosecutor looks straight ahead.
There is a person who has reached the level he dreamed of. There is a prosecutor I saw in my dream. Even though he is bound by hundreds or thousands of chains, he is still moving.
Kang, Kaga River!
Unable to overcome the movement, the chain begins to break. The prosecutor takes his stance beyond the broken chain. Prepare to swing your sword. Looking at that, Kyle also tightly grasped his sword.
What comes to mind is the swordsman in my memory.
Recalling the blow he had hoped for, Kyle rushes towards death. To prove myself.
2.
A sword that cuts through the sky.
A brilliant strike that cuts down whatever is in front of you, even if it is a god-like being.
Kyle dreamed of it.
When I was a boy, it was a vague yearning.
A vague wish that he too could become that kind of prosecutor. However, as I got older and became a young man, and saw many things on the battlefield, my admiration turned into longing.
Many people sacrifice their lives for him.
Even my hometown friends put their lives on the line.
Everyone sacrifices for themselves.
It bleeds. He just drinks the blood. He just drinks endlessly. But Kyle knows. She knows that she can no longer be a symbol of victory. He was convinced that he could not become a hero who would repay their sacrifice.
That’s why I longed for a hero’s strike.
A sword like the swordsman in my memories.
A sword that answers everyone’s sacrifice.
He longed for the hero’s strike that would accomplish the feat. The more Kyle yearns, the more exhausted his mind and body become. Because I realized how far that level was.
‘I can’t reach it.’
His sword did not reach the demon.
Like the swordsman in my memory, I couldn’t cut anything.
That’s why Kyle despaired. He gave up wielding the sword and sought other means. Kyle once let go of his sword and ended up choosing the wrong path.
Rather than using skills built up through hard work, he pursued strikes that relied on starlight.
If I accumulate starlight, sign contract after contract, and dedicate my life to a single strike… I might be able to imitate a hero’s strike. Kyle believed so. He believed, but he took the wrong path.
‘It’s all an illusion.’
But now I know.
That it was the wrong way.
‘No matter how much starlight you collect, no matter how much you rely on the power of a transcendent being…’
You can’t imitate a hero’s strike.
Because it is a human sword.
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Because he was a human, it was a possible blow.
Kuuk.
Kyle looks ahead while holding the holy sword.
Kyle moves as time slows down to its limit. Kyle followed me the whole time. A hero’s strike. However, she couldn’t even imitate the end.
Because all I saw in my memory was the back.
But not anymore.
A little while ago, Kyle faced the sword wielded by Ganicalt head-on. It is essentially the same blow as the one the swordsman unleashed in his memory. The power is not the same as before, but the posture is the same.
Recall that movement.
Contrast the scenery I saw in my memory with the sword of death I faced in front of me. Kyle finds the correct posture in two landscapes.
Coo!
Kyle put his front foot down.
The ground trembles, and snowflakes rise into the sky. Kyle opened her eyes through the falling snow. The platinum-colored light ring does not come to mind, but a stronger obsession than ever appears in Kyle’s eyes.
The boy, who has become an adult, still longs.
Be a hero.
May you be recognized for your accomplishments.
Your memories and the scenery you have seen are not enough.
Still, he cannot reproduce the hero’s strike. To make up for the missing part, Kyle recalls his memories. It is the fate he encountered on the battlefield and the movements of the countless swordsmen who became his teachers.
Sword Demon, Draka.
Galatric’s last swordsman, Kuntel.
Kyle swung his sword, remembering the movements of countless other swordsmen. It was only for a moment, but the sound of something cracking and cracking was heard along the sword’s trajectory.
Wow.
Even though I’m swinging in the air, the tip of the sword feels like it’s cutting something. Feeling that strange sensation, Kyle moves forward. Even deeper.
‘···iced coffee.’
Kyle sighs.
At this moment, Kyle succeeded in recreating the sword strike from memory, albeit imperfectly. It’s not the same. different. This is not Ganicalt’s sword, but Kyle’s sword(?).
This is the answer Kyle gave.
His sword is moving in a time that seems to have stopped. Looking before her eyes, Death is also wielding her sword. The speed at which the sword cuts through space and the speed at which your sword moves are exactly the same.
What was invisible becomes visible.
One of Kyle’s eyes burst and bled.
With his only remaining eye, Kyle looks at the world with red-tinted vision. So what you see are numerous paths. What superhumans call Geomro (??).
The path of the sword is visible.
Among them, there is the path that shines the most.
This is the path his sword is already taking. Kyle swings her sword with confidence. Now, instead of a ‘tick, tidik’ sound, there is a ‘tick’ sound.
The first holy sword draws a platinum-colored trajectory.
A blade protruded from the torn space.
Death also responds with the same skills as Kyle.
However, he is no longer human. Since half of them are demonic beasts, the trajectory drawn by the tip of his sword is not clean. It is a sword that twists rather than cuts through space.
And then, the moment of clash approaches.
The star sword that cuts through everything and the shadow sword that twists everything it touches collide.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A loud noise rings out in a space where sound has disappeared.
Space is torn apart around the place where the sword and sword collided. cracks and breaks A crack spread in the air, and Kyle took a step forward. Swing the sword deeper.
Because the chain entangled Ganicalt.
Because Lark’s strike disturbed the shadow.
Because the first holy sword answers Kyle’s will.
By borrowing the power of countless things, Kyle overwhelms Ganicalt even if it is only for a moment. Kyle’s sword pushes away the sword of death. Kang, the sword of death flies out for the first time with a sound. Kyle’s sword moves forward.
Suddenly.
The sword extinguishes the halo of light.
The sword, swung with a cloud of light, touched death.
3.
A quiet cutting sound rang out.
Time that had stretched out for a long time comes back to its original place.
Kyle let out the breath he had been holding and knelt on the floor. Blood flows from her eyes, mouth, and nose. She is a master of moving her body beyond its limits.
“Tsk, tsk. Big…”
With the great sword stuck in the floor, Kyle tries to raise himself up. But it doesn’t work out as intended. My vision is blurry. It feels like I’m going to collapse at any moment. However, you cannot fall down.
‘It was shallow.’
Kyle saw his last moments.
The moment Ganicalt’s sword was struck, Ganicalt twisted his body. He swung his sword once again, breaking all the chains that bound him.
A sword swung from an unstable position.
A master of the sword is one who wields the sword perfectly in any situation. The same goes for Ganikalt’s sword.
The sword he swung blocked Kyle’s sword, and he was able to strike it away. Since he couldn’t finish it, Kyle tries to stand up once again. However, the body that has surpassed its limits does not follow Kyle’s will.
“Ugh…”
This is the moment when Kyle’s body tilts.
Patter.
The sound he heard grabs Kyle’s consciousness.
A sound from ahead. Kyle opened her eyes wide and lifted her head to look in front of me. The scenery that came into Kyle’s field of vision was something he couldn’t believe even when he saw it.
Patter, patter.
Death is bleeding.
Blood, like black scum, fell at Ganicalt’s feet. The snowy field was dyed black. Although the amount is not large, it is the first time in hundreds of years of history.
A sword mark is engraved at an angle on Ganikalt’s body.
Several severed ribs fell on the snowy field.
Ganicalt’s heart was revealed beyond the cut ribs. It is a heart immersed in shadow.
“······.”
Ganicalt plunged his greatsword into the snow field.
Letting go of the sword, Ganikalt smoothed out the sword scar with his left hand. Then, he takes off the tattered robe he always wears. Ganicalt’s helmet, which had been hidden in the shadows, shone in the shining sun.
What was revealed was the human eye.
Ganikalt van Galatric spoke.
“It was a perfect blow.”
The first superhuman and the first warrior recognized Kyle’s sword. Kyle didn’t know whether to be happy about this now, or frustrated that he still couldn’t take it down.
“I saw pride. It was also confirmed that the sword’s owner had appeared. “I don’t think there’s any reason to be here anymore.”
Fortunately, the worry did not last long.
Death does not come to Kyle, who is devastated. With his sword drawn, he turns his back on Kyle and walks away. How many steps did you take like that? Death swings his sword lightly.
Suddenly, the air split apart.
What is revealed beyond the divided space is a passage leading somewhere. The moment he looked beyond the passage, Kyle’s body stiffened.
Squeak, squeak■■. ■■■■■■.
What is placed there is a temple.
Something is flowing through the gap in the temple door. It is a being that I have seen many times in my nightmares. He said the entity he had run away from was there.
【■■■■. ■■■■■■■■■■■■.】
The Demon King shouts at Ganicalt, who is trying to cross the passage. Please bring the sword lying there right away. However, Ganicalt does not listen to the cries. I just walk towards the passage.
Just before completely disappearing beyond the passage, Ganicalt turned his head and looked back.
The place where the gaze is directed is Kyle Torben.
“The stars only open the way.”
He said.
“In the end, it is you who wields the sword. What you have to believe in at the last moment is not the stars. “You are yourself.”
This is advice to his juniors and as a prosecutor who has walked the same path.
“Go forward.”
Ganichalt laughed.
“Great job, Kyle Torben.”
The space that had been torn was closed again.
In a snowy field where death has disappeared, Kyle looks at the world with one eye. Those eyes are still looking into the future. That means only one thing.
Kyle Torben became a superman.
Kyle stepped into the state he had longed for.
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