〈 Episode 317 〉 Junior and descendant (3)
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Belial, the shadow dragon shaman.
He had a family.
My beloved wife and my young son, who doesn’t seem to hurt even if I look at him. Those two were everything to Belial and the meaning of his life.
Belial, a famous sorcerer, was called to petty battlefields and subjugation battles. Every time Belial left the house, he would pat his young son, who was worried about him, on the shoulder and say this.
I don’t die.
Don’t worry, I’ll come back after wiping it all out.
It wasn’t a bluff.
Belial was an excellent shaman, and the battlefield he entered was cleared quickly. In order to quickly send his soldiers home to their families, Belial did his best in every battlefield… and as such, Belial’s reputation grew.
Then one day.
One day, when the fight ended unusually quickly, Belial saw black waves bursting from the capital. Even though the knight commander called Geomseong cut down the waves, the waves continued to overflow and cover the royalties.
Many people were swept away by the waves.
Many people died.
Belial’s family also could not escape the disaster.
When Belial returned home, what he saw was his son and wife who had turned into trash. They died, but Belial did not. As he had promised his young son, Belial survived. Belial kept his promise, but his family did not.
I lost the most precious thing.
Belial felt the pain of loss.
Belial had to spend a long time in pain. Then a warrior came to him, and Belial overcame his pain and stood up again. Belial, who no longer had to keep his promises, made a new promise.
“So that the child can smile.”
A world where you can laugh happily.
“So that no one suffers like me, so that no one loses their family…”
A world where no one loses a family member to a disaster.
“I will fight for such a world.”
That is Belial’s belief.
I lived my whole life with that belief. Even sacrificing his soul, Belial maintained his faith. Belial can only guess that the end he met was not very good.
So much time passed.
After flowing and flowing, Belial sees what is in front of him.
There is a boy from the future.
To him, it may be a distant future, but to that boy, he is a person from the distant past. The shaman who lived in ancient times sees the young shaman who lives in the present.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
Every time the boy swings his arm, the wind rushes.
The effect of the rushing wind is still weak. It would be an immature wind to call it the flapping of dragon wings. However, despite his inexperience, Belial feels familiar. When he was young, the wind he dealt with was the same.
A boy from the future feels his way.
“indeed.”
Belial laughs at that fact.
‘It’s connected.’
It eventually continued.
As time passed and his name was forgotten and erased from history… the path he left behind was eventually continued. There is a boy walking down the path he left behind.
Belial is just grateful for this miraculous event.
Belial opened his mouth in gratitude.
“boy.”
He waved his arm briefly.
The rushing wind cleared in an instant. Belial, who had been attacking Belial with all his might, stopped while Belial burst into laughter.
“You’ve grown quite a bit. “I still have a long way to go, and I want to pass on everything I have, but…”
Belial pointed to the sky.
“I guess we don’t have much time.”
The sky was splitting apart.
It’s different from the last split. The Holy Grail itself, which created the illusion, is about to shatter. Both Belial and Belnoa sensed that this was the last time.
“then···.”
“It’s a shame, but this will be my last lesson.”
Belial laughed bitterly.
“Shall we walk for a while, boy?”
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The first warrior, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
To him who lived with a sword (?), there was no one he could call family. Ganikalt, who lost his parents at a young age, held the sword. He lived with the sword. To him, the sword was a close friend, a family member, and like himself.
A life lived with a sword is lonely.
Although he has risen to the position and has been praised by many, Ganikalt still feels lonely. He is alone on the path he walks. No one thought of following Ganikalt.
In the Holy Land of the Sword, Ganicalt was only an object of admiration, and the same was true for the knights. Ganicalt was an idol to the prosecutors, not someone they had to catch up with.
That’s why I was lonely.
I walked a lonely path alone.
While walking down the street, Ganicalt encountered a boy. He is the boy he saved in the past. The boy knelt in front of Ganikhalt and bowed his head.
Accept me as your disciple.
I want to learn swordplay from you.
The boy said so. Despite being told that a sword was not suitable for him, he refused and swung his sword. He swung and swung, coming non-stop whenever Gani Kalt stayed in the royal capital. How much time has passed like that?
“This is my sword.”
“My sword imitates your sword as seen over your shoulder.”
Ganicalt looked back.
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There is someone standing at the beginning of the road I thought I was alone in. A boy was standing at the beginning of the road. The gap between the boy and himself is so huge that, to Ganikalt, the boy appears to be nothing more than a small dot…
“Someday, the sword will reach you.”
Still, it was there with a definite weight.
Ganicalt burst out laughing.
A boy who appeared on the road he thought would be lonely for the rest of his life was taken in by Ganicalt as his disciple. For the boy, Ganikalt was his teacher and father, and a senior walking the same path.
‘It looks similar.’
Now, in the distant future, Ganicalt looks at the boy standing in front of him. The boy looks exactly like my ancestor. The way he looks and the way he wields the weapon.
“···is it.”
Ganicalt struck down Rak’s axe.
Pushing it away, he lets out a faint laugh.
‘He’s still trying to follow me.’
Ganikalt looks back on the path he has taken.
The boy, who appeared only as a small dot, suddenly took on the shape of a human being. He has been coming to himself through countless times. Next, and then again.
In order to reach myself.
It’s a surprisingly ignorant method, but that ignorance and honesty is exactly the method that Ganikalt insisted on.
‘and···.’
Ganicalt saw the ax that Rak was swinging.
‘It’s connected.’
Weapons are different. The posture is also a little different.
However, what is embedded in it is his sword (?). It has the same root. Then, as a teacher, there is only one thing he has to show.
“Lark Van Grace.”
Ganicalt turned his back on Rak.
“Pick up your sword and follow me.”
Without paying attention to the cracked sky, Ganicalt walked forward. Lark followed suit with his steps. Before he knew it, Lark had a sword in his hand.
2.
I walked in the desert for a while.
Even the desert that seemed to spread endlessly has an end. It is the end of the path walked by one shaman. The broken road is like a cliff.
chin.
At the end, Belial stopped.
Sand is falling endlessly from the bottom of the cliff. It’s literally the end of the world. There is no way to go beyond this, and this is the end that the man named Belial faces.
Darkness is stirring on the cliff.
Belial turned his head, gazing into the darkness.
“here is···?”
“It will be my last.”
Belial said calmly.
“You must have heard about my end from my God, right?”
“···I heard.”
I sacrificed everything to become a dragon.
Belial risked everything he could to shake off the false gods who had set foot on this land.
“Even the fact that you became a black dragon.”
“I heard it a lot. Yes, I would have ended up as an animal that lost its mind. “The fact that you are in front of me means that I ultimately failed.”
Belial laughed bitterly.
“Did you say I was called a disaster?”
“yes.”
“It would have killed a lot of people.”
“······.”
“What happened to me now? Is it still infamous as a disaster?”
“no.”
Belnoir said firmly.
“The black dragon has been subdued.”
“···what?”
“The teacher who was teaching me defeated the black dragon. “It’s relatively recent.”
Belial opened his eyes wide.
“Subjugation, subjugation.”
Eventually, Belial burst out laughing.
As if he was fortunate, as if he had taken a breather.
“I’m really grateful. Really, really…”
Belial muttered and asked Belnoa.
“What is your teacher’s name?”
“Raniel van Trias. “He is called the Gray Wizard.”
“A gray wizard, indeed.”
Looks like Cardi did it too.
Belial muttered that and let out a deep breath. Then he stretched out his arms straight forward and lightly released his arms.
“boy.”
Belial looked back at Belnoa.
“This is the end of my path. At the end of this road, I want to show you.”
This will be the last.
If there is one thing to show at the end, it must be one thing. Belial, standing at the end of the road, laughed.
“Take a good look.”
This is a level you must reach someday.
“This is all I can show you.”
This is the last one I reached.
widely.
Belial jumped off the cliff.
He falls into the darkness without any time for Belnoa to stop him. He hurriedly ran to the cliff, but Belial had already disappeared into the endless abyss.
What on earth are you looking at?
The moment Belnoa blinked, a flash of light burst out of the darkness.
“···Ugh!”
Immediately after, a strong wind blows.
A dry wind blew from below to above. The sand that fell down the cliff rises into the sky. Something huge approaches between the rising sand.
Kugugugugugugugu!
Something leapt out of the darkness with the sound of the air being torn apart. A shadow falls on the sun-drenched desert. The shadow cast is huge. A huge shadow that seems to cover the endless desert.
The master of shadows is flying in the sky.
Belnoa looked up at the sky.
“ah···.”
There is one dragon there.
The black scales shine against the blue sky. Every time the huge wings move, sand is swept away. Belnoa looks at the ruler of the sky in a state of fascination.
A dragon casting a shadow on the ground.
The most perfect creature.
Black Dragon, Belial.
The ancient dragon that was looking down at Belnoa slowly moves its body. Every time the huge body moves, the wind blows like crazy. It’s hard to even open my eyes because of the rushing wind.
[Open your eyes.]
Belnoa opened his eyes at the voice he heard.
Before I knew it, the Shadow Dragon Lord was standing next to me.
She, who had not been seen since entering the trial, only now appeared.
[That is the most beautiful and noble shadow dragon in the world.]
The dragon roared.
In the midst of a roar that felt like it would tear his eardrums, Belnoa opened his eyes and looked at the sky. We witness the final state of a hero who lived in the distant past.
Flames overflow from the dragon’s mouth.
The black dragon breathes fire into the endless darkness. The heat comes with a flash of light. The flames emitted by the dragon become flames. A path made of fire burns away the darkness. It looks as if it announces the end of the world.
A path opens beyond the endless darkness.
A new road continues beyond the broken road.
The road is still long. It’s so far away that I can’t reach it. However, there is a way there. Belnoa saw a small path created in a collapsing world.
and.
The black dragon flapped its wings.
A rushing wind surrounds Belnoa. Belle Noah flies on the wind toward the path opened in her collapsing world. Just like that, the ordeal falls apart.
A crushing ordeal.
In the raging storm, the dragon is looking straight at Belnoa. Belnoa engraves the noble dragon’s appearance in his eyes.
It was a sight I would never forget.
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At the end of the canyon, Ganicalt stopped.
What lies there is the end.
The end that blocks us from moving forward.
Ganicalt, standing at the end of the world, grabbed his sword.
“I saw your sword.”
Ganikalt says:
This is what he said to Rak, and to the child who became his student in the distant past.
“It was a rough sword.”
It was a crude sword.
“It is not a sword for dealing with people. It was a sword to deal with nature. It was not a sword suitable for a swordsman. “It wasn’t.”
Ganicalt lowered his sword.
“Funny enough, it gave me the answer.”
I may have tried to teach you, but I ended up being taught something. The Aiman sword(?) that Grace was proud of. It gave Ganicalt the answer.
“What I have to cut down is not an entity with substance.”
There was something to cut.
“It is a god in the sky and a wrong being who came down to this earth. Something that shouldn’t exist. Something that cannot exist. I had to cut it down.”
Because I was there, I was in agony.
“This is the answer I found at the end.”
Ganicalt lets out a short breath.
I catch the thrown knife with my left hand. He closes one eye and lets his right arm hang limply. Although his body was intact, to Rak’s eyes, Ganikhalt appeared to have lost one of his arms and an eye.
“What does the sword pursue?”
He asks himself a question.
Swordsmanship has evolved countless times.
Better stance, better strike, more perfect sword.
Hoping for that, many people lived lives buried under the sword. What did they pursue in the end? What is the sword(?) you had to pursue?
In the end, the answer is simple.
A swordsmanship that has differentiated countless times, branched out into countless branches, each bearing its own fruit. But if we go back to the roots, there is only one thing left.
“A sword is for cutting.”
It will not change even after hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years.
“Be sure to cut down what you want to cut.”
If I can achieve that, my brother (?) is meaningless.
It doesn’t matter what you hold in your hand.
The prosecutor who had been obsessed with perfection all his life was able to cut God only after letting go of everything.
Let go of everything.
To cut, I give up everything.
“There is no need for a form.”
Put your intention to cut into the sword (?).
My sword will cut through everything it touches.
Even the stars in the shapeless black sky will be cut down.
“This is the ultimate edge of the sword.”
Because it is a sword without form, it is an incorporeal sword (無？？).
Because it is a sword that defies providence, it is reversed (？？).
Suddenly.
The shapeless sword was swung.
A single line divides the world.
Ganicalt’s sword cuts even the ends of the world that block the path. The world is cut diagonally by a huge slash, and everything begins to collapse.
Concepts, common sense, providence, and laws.
Everything falls apart.
The prosecutor, standing upright in the collapsing world, looks back at Rak.
“Lark Van Grace.”
He took off his helmet.
What was revealed like that was a human face.
Also, it is the face of a teacher looking at his student.
“Don’t forget what you just saw.”
Lark slowly lowers his head.
His gaze is directed at the great sword he is holding in his hand. It could be a large sword, a thin rapier, or even an axe. What was held in his hand was a shapeless sword.
A skill that Grace showed to Lark in the Holy Land.
Lark saw the technology that became its original form. Lark cannot fully understand that technology. He cannot understand it, but he will have to understand it someday.
Kuuk.
Lark grabbed his sword. Ganicalt, looking at that scene, lets out a faint smile.
“Don’t forget that mindset.”
Ganicalt stretched out his arms.
The fingertips point towards the end of the cut-off world.
There is a way out there.
“Walk your way.”
Walk your path that led from me.
End it your way.
That is the best advice a teacher can give.
“Go forward.”
Lark bows his head in greeting, passes by Ganicalt, and walks to the end of the street. This will be my last meeting with that prosecutor. If the day comes when we meet again…
That is, not a teacher, but an enemy that must be cut down.
Lark escapes the ordeal with Ganikalt’s sword (?) engraved in his mind. He has seen everything he can see. Moving forward from this point will be something that must be achieved solely by his own strength.
3.
Blah, blah.
Raniel looked at the Holy Grail in his hand.
There is a crack in the Holy Grail. It starts to crack and then starts to split apart. Raniel, who guessed that the end had come, raised his head and looked ahead.
Guuuung.
Belnoa emerges from the well of light that produces echoes. Subsequently, Lark was also thrown out of the ordeal. It does not mean the trial will be successful.
However, it cannot be called a failure.
The vibrating well of light is shattered. At the same time, the Holy Grail is also broken. The shattered chalice becomes particles of light. The particles flow with direction.
Sarah.
The two-pronged light falls on Belnoa and Lark, respectively. It is the will of the old heroes who created this Holy Grail, and it is the same as the path they walked.
A broken road in the distant past.
The person who will continue to walk that path was chosen.
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