〈 Episode 342 〉 Kyle Torben (3)
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I cut down the falling rain.
I cut down the black fog that spread everywhere.
The flowing black river was cut out entirely from the ground.
After cutting and cutting, Kyle arrived in front of the rushing waves. Beyond those black waves, there was something Kyle had to cut down.
“······.”
fear. A brief hesitation due to fear.
However, Kyle soon made up his mind and jumped into the waves. While he was running into a huge wave that would cover the world, Kyle inadvertently looked at the floor. There are sword marks (？？) scattered across the dry land.
Sword marks of different shapes and depths.
It is not just one person’s swordsmanship.
There are traces of swords on the floor that countless people sacrificed their lives to perfect. When you look back, the sword marks become a long road.
Sword marks testify to Kyle’s footsteps.
There are no traces left on the path Kyle walked. Kyle reached this point while cutting through the shadows. Kyle turned his head again and looked ahead. Huge waves reaching the sky. Something that evokes fear.
But, now.
‘I can cut it down now.’
Kyle threw himself into the waves.
Sigh!
The rough current swallowed Kyle up. The moment Kyle entered the waves, he felt that his vision was going dark. It’s so far away. I couldn’t see anything. But Kyle wasn’t embarrassed.
There is no need to open your eyes because you cannot see them.
Kyle closed his eyes.
In the darkness where nothing was visible, in an abyss-like place where even the senses became blurred, Kyle did not lose his balance.
“A sword is ultimately a simple thing.”
“Stay centered.”
“Feeling what needs to be cut.”
“Just swing it with all your might and that’s it.”
Kuntel, the sword superman.
Recalling his teacher’s teachings, Kyle regained his balance. He asked himself as he regained his balance.
‘What needs to be cut?’
entire. Everything you feel.
Kyle kept his balance and moved forward. Every time I took a step, my flesh tore and blood flowed. The knife-like current cut into Kyle’s body. However, the tip of the sword Kyle was holding did not waver at all.
‘Do your best, swing.’
Pop, pop, pop.
A loud sound rang out from Kyle’s fingers holding the knife. The rushing water. The blade moved against the flow that was crushing my body.
Wow.
Unlike the rough current, the sword strike that goes against it is extremely calm. However, just because it is calm does not mean that the result is calm.
Chaaaaaaaaa!
The waves tore.
Kyle regained his senses amidst the tearing waves. When she opens her eyes, she finds herself standing in the center of the waves. Everything around her was black, but she could see the dry land where she was standing.
There are still sword marks on the ground.
Kyle held the sword and increased the number of steps he could take. He swung and swung his sword, cutting through the surging waves. Kyle advanced, cutting through the waves.
Flashing.
The pure white particles broke through the waves and reached Kyle.
Kyle knows it is a blessing from Sarah.
Grateful that she couldn’t see him, Kyle gradually increased his speed. At some point, Kyle’s movements became faster than the rushing water.
Acceleration(??).
Kyle swung his sword before the water began to fill the space he had cut. Every time the sword was swung, a huge wave that seemed to reach the sky rolled around.
Sigh!
Humans are shabby in front of the overflowing shadow.
The wounded and bleeding human hand holds only a sword, and the starlight he embraces is like a handful of burnt ashes.
Something defective and shabby.
But that light never goes out or is hidden. Rather, it shines more clearly. The human sword cuts through the waves of disaster. Even so, Kyle cut down all the waves.
widely.
Kyle took a step forward.
With a patter, the water that had formed waves poured onto the floor. Kyle looked ahead while stepping on the old object that no longer had its shape.
There was something he had to cut there.
The essence of the devil.
Kyle faced a collection of curses.
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The Demon King is a being created by a combination of curses.
Countless lives cursed the sky and hated those blessed by the stars. They just wanted everyone to be like them.
Fall, break, fall.
Because they wanted to bring down the star.
Because I want to scratch and scratch and leave scars on the world.
The shade had the shape that best suited him.
‘···Grip.’
A being made up of countless grips.
Kyle lost his breath in front of the being called the Demon King. Each hand, big or small, was grasping something.
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The collapsed walls of the kingdom of Celes, the watchtowers, the houses no longer inhabited, the lightning about to fall from the sky…
‘Yourself.’
Hands and grips are clawing at each other.
Although they were bound as one being, they hated and clawed at each other even while they were bound. Their endless screams rang in Kyle’s ears.
【■■. ■■■■■■. ■■■■■■■■■■.】
The voice of the false god was a scream.
Kyle frowned at the voice that shook his mind. Then suddenly Kyle realized that her vision had turned red. If you lower your head slightly…
Patter.
Blood is pouring.
Blood is pouring from the eyes, nose, ears, mouth… from punctures. Kyle’s body was collapsing just from facing the essence of the Demon King.
This is a body that has reached its limits to begin with.
To get to this point, Kyle pushed his body beyond its limits. This was possible thanks to Sarah’s blessing. But now even that is impossible. My whole body screamed.
‘···Not yet.’
This is the moment when Kyle tries to catch his breath.
Kyle’s eyes widened for a moment.
Kyle quickly jumped to the side, but it was already too late. There was enough distance, but a huge hand closed the distance in an instant and grabbed Kyle’s leg.
Crack, cluck.
Kyle’s leg breaks.
The hand grabbed Kyle and threw him to the floor.
Ugh!
The ground cracked and a handful of blood came out of Kyle’s mouth. But his grip doesn’t let go of Kyle. He plucked Kyle from the ground. Numerous, numerous hands were pressed against the captured Kyle.
“···Cough. “Oops.”
Kyle opened his eyes while being held upside down.
The single, wide-open eye was bloodshot.
Swinging his sword, Kyle cut off the hand holding his leg. He fell ugly to the floor without even being able to perform a proper fall technique.
The outstretched hand changed into a fist.
Kyle let out a laugh in front of the huge fist that was swinging to crush him. It’s a fist big enough to grab a watchtower. Dozens of such things are reaching towards you at a time.
How on earth should I deal with this?
How on earth can you cut it?
I couldn’t even grasp it. Still, he had to move, so Kyle kicked the ground and ran with his broken leg. He dodged, slashed, and parried. But he couldn’t hit everything.
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The hand that reached out and shook the ground struck Kyle. She raised her sword to defend herself, but the arm holding it broke with a snap. With her body floating in the air, Kyle rolled around on her floor for a while.
“···Phew.”
Kyle staggered to his feet with his sword stuck on the floor. Blood poured from her mouth. Her body screamed. Before she knew it, the distance between her and the Demon King, whom she thought had become closer, had grown further again.
It was far.
It was so far away.
However, perhaps it was only Kyle who felt that way, and the shadow stretched out its arms as if the distance was irrelevant. Kyle saw with blurred vision hundreds of magical beasts pouring out, covering the sky.
‘···is it.’
this.
‘Is this the scene you saw?’
Is this the disaster you faced that day?
Kyle inadvertently took a step back. But the moment she took a step back, Kyle stopped. Because the ground beneath her feet was cracked.
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A land marked with sword marks.
The steps you took to get here.
That seemed to be asking Kyle. Is he going to run away again? Are you going to run away again?
“···under.”
Kyle laughed inadvertently.
Kyle muttered to himself as he stretched out his foot forward, which he had been trying to step backwards. No, you can’t do that.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Kyle swung his sword at the approaching hand, plowing the ground. Kyle thought as he swung. The image of Raniel I saw here that day many years ago.
‘This guy.’
That damn guy.
I didn’t take a single step back from that monster. While everyone was shaking in fear, he sacrificed half of his life to stop the Demon King. That great disaster was held in this place.
Yeah, he didn’t back down.
Kyle stood on the ground like Raniel. He was so frightened that he hid himself and swung his sword. While swinging his sword like that, Kyle suddenly thought.
Are you going to be satisfied here?
That is the question I asked myself when I was young.
Kyle, who had always admired Raniel and was jealous of him as a child, asked the current Kyle a question. Are you going to be satisfied here? Are you going to be satisfied with being like Raniel?
This time, Kyle answered on his own.
No, you can’t do that.
That day, Raniel stopped the Demon King in his place, but now he must cut down the Demon King. He has to stand still and see nothing.
Cooung.
Kyle took a step with his broken leg.
I passed the illusion of Raniel next to me and moved forward. He advanced and swung his sword.
‘I am···.’
As for Kyle.
The boy who dreamed of becoming a warrior.
I have always admired Raniel.
For Kyle, the hero was always Raniel. Even when Kyle was in despair in front of his burned down hometown, Raniel helped Kyle up and headed to the capital. They said I would die if I stayed here.
He’s been like that ever since.
Raniel always walked in front of Kyle and showed Kyle the path to take. He was a guide, the most perfect hero Kyle could imagine.
It is not a fiction like a fairy tale hero.
For Kyle, Raniel was a hero living in reality. Kyle used to dream that he could be like that guy, that one day he would be one step ahead of Raniel.
Finally, Kyle remembered that dream again.
A light smile appeared on Kyle’s lips.
Kyle closed his eyes and opened them. My blurry vision became clearer. The path Kyle walked is full of her severed hands.
Kyle stopped.
Before I knew it, I was standing far ahead of Raniel. He was standing in front of the Demon King. He achieved his dream. Kyle mumbled and took a stance.
Stance to reproduce a hero’s strike.
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Cooung.
I hit the ground with my broken leg.
It’s the last step. The moment I hit my foot, the ground cracked with a crackling sound. Stones and dirt bounced into the air from the cracked ground.
What bounces does not fall.
No, it didn’t seem to fall.
Kyle recalled the time that had slowed to its limit and seemed to have stopped. The hero’s strike that I had seen many times in my dreams. The final blow was delivered by the first hero, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
It is such a beautiful sword strike.
An area that is at the limit of the sword (?).
A level that seems impossible to reach even if you walk all your life.
With his single eye, Kyle saw reality, and with the eye he lost that day, he saw his inner self. A man stands in the endless wilderness.
I imitated the man’s posture.
But I don’t follow it completely.
It is Ganicalt’s sword(?).
His sword is different from his. It is not a single sword, but a sword made by joining many pieces together. Kyle added his own sword skills that he had perfected on top of it.
What I see with my wide eyes is a sword (??).
The sword road, which had been divided into hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of strands, slowly began to come together. As Kyle’s posture became more perfect, the number of branches in the path decreased. When the rock that bounced moved about an inch, all the roads became one.
One way.
But that road does not reach the devil.
You can’t cut what you want to cut.
This is not enough. Kyle burned off all the remaining starlight in his body.
“The stars only open the way.”
“In the end, it is you who swings the sword.”
“The last thing you have to believe in is not the stars.”
Only myself.
After the star burns out, all that remains is one human named Kyle Torben. Kyle reflected on his own life. He looked back at the path he had walked.
The road is not beautiful.
I didn’t just walk the right path.
He committed so many mistakes and ran away that he ended up straying far from the path of a hero.
It’s ugly, but it’s the path I’ve walked.
The moment Kyle faced that road, he burst out laughing.
Because I realized how to complete this path that cannot reach the Demon King.
‘···iced coffee.’
This is the level you have reached.
Kyle adjusted his knife and held it. The gathered Geomro dispersed and then gathered again. The sword that is being completed in this way has a completely different aspect from the previous one.
···The swordsman is the one who draws the sword (？？).
If so, the path you have walked.
The path ahead.
Life itself, the path you will walk throughout your life, can also be called the path of the sword.
Shabby. Hesitating. I regret it. Jealous.
Falling. Crooked. Give up.
Nevertheless, in the end, forward.
Although it is not the path of a noble hero, it is still the path he has walked. And the path ahead. Kyle exchanged all of that with a sword (??).
Past, present, and future.
Burn it all and draw a path.
A pure white road was visible to Kyle’s eyes.
The road clearly led to the devil.
Since the sword had a path to follow, there was no reason not to swing it. Kyle swung his sword along the path.
Tick tidididik.
The air began to split along the knife’s path. The stones and dirt that were floating in the air crumbled the moment the knife touched them. Cutting through everything it touches, the sword draws a perfect straight line.
Huh.
Kyle swung his sword.
The frozen time passed again.
A huge wind swirled around Kyle. The moment he swung his sword, Kyle’s arm was twisted and his blood burst out.
The tip of the sword he swung did not attract light.
What the blade draws is a huge current.
The Demon King, who was rushing toward Kyle with terrifying force, suddenly stopped. The devil stands still and cannot move forward. In the silence thus created, a tick, tidididik sound was heard.
The sound of something cracking.
Kyle, who stopped in the same position he was swinging his sword, burst out laughing. It was the moment when that faint smile rang out.
Suddenly.
A quiet cutting sound was heard.
A thin line divided the world. Anything that touches the line is cut off. Concepts, common sense, providence, and laws all collapse.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A sword that defied providence.
Yeokcheon(？？), the ultimate sword created by one swordsman to cut down the wrong god.
Now, hundreds of years later, that sword has been perfectly recreated by one human.
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fantasy,
