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“What do you want to do after defeating the Demon Lord and all the fighting is over? Well, wait a minute. I have too many things on my mind. Just wait a moment, Cardi.”
Gleria tilted her head and said, “Hmm,” while smoothing her chin. Her grand wedding, her honeymoon, throwing her resignation letter in the face of the Pope, threatening to kill her saint… Belial, who heard her muttering, smiled bitterly.
“Unlike Gleria, I think I can speak right away. I have something in mind.”
Belial said, resting his chin.
“I’m thinking about opening an orphanage with the reward money I’ve received. Something big.”
“You mean the orphanage?”
“Yes, Cardi. There are so many children in the world these days who have lost their parents. Those little ones are guilty of something.”
Belial groaned.
“There are too many children who have lost their parents, lost their guardians, and been thrown into the world at a young age. Children who should grow up being loved and without any worries… aren’t they living with poison at such a young age?”
It’s a pity.
Belial muttered and smiled.
“So, I’m thinking of opening an orphanage. Big. Very big. So that it can accommodate all the children. Oh, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to invite you all over once in a while to teach the children.”
“Then how about setting up an academy instead?”
“Oh, that’s not a bad idea either.”
Cardi, who was listening to Belial’s story, laughed.
“If it’s you, it’s your dream.”
“So what is your dream? Cardi?”
“Well… it probably depends on what that guy, Gleria, wants.”
Cardi answered Belial’s question by resting her chin.
As for Cardi’s own wishes, there won’t be much difference from Gleria’s. It would be Cardi’s own wish to make her do what she wants to do.
“then.”
Cardi narrowed her gaze.
Cardi asked a question while looking at Ganicalt, who was polishing the holy sword in front of the bonfire.
“What about you? Ganichalt.”
“Well, my wishes aren’t that grand.”
Ganicalt was reluctant to open his mouth, but he could not resist the pressure of his colleagues and eventually opened his mouth.
“I plan to travel the world and train as a swordsman. Just like my teacher did in the past. And then….”
Ganicalt said while looking at his well-polished sword.
“Ultimately, it is my dream to raise a swordsman who will surpass me. And to spar with him.”
Everyone laughed at those words.
It was simple, but since the subject of those words was Garnicalt Van Galatrick… it was a wish that seemed infinitely unlikely to come true.
“It’s a dream that seems difficult to achieve.”
“If a swordsman who surpasses you appears, you should first question whether he is a swordsman. In my view, he is not a swordsman but a sword wizard.”
“Why, you can’t necessarily say he’s a wizard. He might be a sword shaman.”
Ganicalt chuckled at his colleagues’ jokes. Indeed, even in my own opinion, it was a truly absurd dream. A sword wizard and a sword shaman, that might not be too bad. Still, said Ganicalt.
“But you never know.”
Ganicalt said.
“One day, there will be a bold guy who points only a sword at me and shouts that he will surpass you.”
Kyle Torben swung his sword.
I swung my sword and struck down Ganicalt’s sword. He parried, parried, twisted, and gnawed with his sword. Dozens of sword strikes were carried out in one breath.
Kang, kaaang, kaaaaaaang!
Kalt, who was far away, widened his eyes and saw the swords they were swinging. I felt like I was going to lose my mind at any moment… but I couldn’t look away from that scene. Forgetting even to breathe, Kalt looked at their swords.
‘The end of the road… A prosecutor at the limit.’
A state that every prosecutor would have dreamed of at least once.
The only two swordsmen who reached that level in the long history were swinging their swords at each other. The sword they were wielding was not easy to understand, even if they were fully-skilled superhumans.
A sword that swings through space. A sword rolling in like a wave, scattering afterimages. A sword that creates hundreds of sword marks with a single swing. That place was full of swords that I couldn’t understand and couldn’t even look at.
It’s not just flashy.
There is no waste in movement. There is no way to swing even a single sword in vain. Each and every attack is a full-fledged sword strike aimed at defeating the opponent. A slow sword can block a rapid sword strike, while a light sword attack can cut through a heavy sword attack.
Common sense does not apply.
Not bound by providence.
That space where swords clashed was a different world just for them. Kalt, who was looking at the swirling sword attack, burst out laughing. They were obviously swinging their swords to kill each other.
But, why?
Kyle’s breathing as he swings the sword is extremely light. Let alone clenching his teeth, he doesn’t even look like he’s struggling. The same goes for Ganichalt. This is despite the fact that both of them are bleeding.
Kaaaaaaaaaa!
This is the moment when the swords collide and are pushed away.
Kalt narrowed his eyes. Kalt was watching the swords they were swinging with his super senses stretched to their limits. A strange scene appeared in Kalt’s eyes.
A future that was divided into dozens or hundreds of phases.
The future has merged into a single path.
Thus, the completed future was not visible in Kalt’s eyes. Kalt closed his eyes and opened them as his vision shattered. I closed my eyes and opened them, but there was nothing to see. I could no longer catch a glimpse of their fight even with my extra senses.
There was a future that could only be seen through the eyes of those two people.
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Kyle, who was swinging his sword, felt a strange sensation. The dozens and hundreds of roads that had spread out before his eyes began to merge into one.
Kaang!
Each predicted the other’s movements.
Each person read each other’s swords.
Rather than biting into each other and canceling each other out, future poetry and future poetry formed a complete harmony and began to interlock like cogs.
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Kang, Kang, Kang!
Thus, what unfolds before Kyle’s eyes is the realm of foresight, not prediction. The exact future unfolded before Kyle’s eyes. And, Kyle is not the only one looking at that future.
Wow.
The same goes for Ganichalt.
The two men’s swords clashed in strange trajectories. The moment the swords clashed, the two did not decide which sword should come next. I swung my sword with confidence in the future unfolding before my eyes.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Judgment, prediction, choice by sword.
Now that we are looking into the completed future, all such unnecessary processes have been omitted. Because it was omitted, the two people’s swords became a little faster. accelerated.
Now that dozens of sword strikes were taking place every second, what Kyle felt was a sense of unity. It feels as if even the swordsman in front of her has become a part of herself. I could see what kind of sword the proud swordsman would show, how he would swing his sword, and what kind of sword strike would come next.
The accelerated swords clashed through time.
One second does not pass because the second hand passes and the sun moves. As the swords clash, time passes. If the swords do not clash, this frozen time seems to last forever.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
However, the two prosecutors do not want this time to last forever. I just hope that the outcome will be resolved by each other’s swords. The sword wielded by Ganicalt pushed Kyle away. The sword Kyle swung pushed Ganicalt away.
The swords clashed sufficiently.
We have fully experienced the weight that each other’s lives have accumulated.
Now it was time to put an end to the continued sword dance. The two people who were pushed out let out a long breath. I exhaled and hit the ground with my raised foot. Thus, the postures taken by the two prosecutors are similar but different. It’s different, but the goal is the same.
Reverse heaven.
The swordsmen of Yeokcheon raised their swords.
In the past, a prosecutor asked himself a question.
What does the sword pursue?
What is the limit you pursue?
If you ask a hundred prosecutors, you will get a hundred answers. It was at the moment when he reached the end of his life that he was able to answer the question of what is the limit of the sword he pursues. At that moment he said this.
‘A sword exists to cut.’
What is a sword?
‘Be sure to cut down what you want to cut.’
It exists only to cut down what needs to be true. Therefore, it is not bound by shape, weight, or anything else. It doesn’t matter if half of my body, eyes, or body fall off.
That’s the answer Ganikald van Galatrik found.
Galatric type formless.
An intangible sword.
Ganicalt asked a question, showing the answer with the sword he was holding. Kyle Torben, what is the limit of the sword you pursued?
To you, what is a sword?
Kyle Torben answered that question by raising his sword. At first glance, the posture resembled Ganikalt’s, but it was different. For Kyle Torben, the sword did not have only one meaning.
‘I admired it. I longed for it. I hated it. ‘I rebuked you.’
I held a sword because I admired the first hero.
He longed to become a perfect warrior while holding a sword.
I hated myself for being nothing but this.
He blamed himself for the mistakes he had made.
‘The sword was my shackles, the axis that supported me, and everything that made me up.’
Everything about yourself that you have lived through hesitating, regretting, running away, stopping, and making mistakes. It’s ugly and unsightly, but the path I’ve walked. What crossed that path was the sword he held.
‘To me, the sword is everything.’
my everything. Self.
Ganikalt burst out laughing at that answer. Good answer. If that’s the answer you found, show it to me. Let’s compete with my answer.
The future that both people saw was shattered.
Neither party could read each other’s swords.
Still, it doesn’t matter. The path to swing my sword is clearly visible. The two took a stance. They grabbed the hilts of their swords to show each other the answers they had. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and put his foot down.
cracked ground. A bouncing rock.
The rising dust was sucked into the center. The air was shaking and the space was creaking.
Tick, tiddididdiq.
Two swords moved in frozen time. Every time the sword moved, everything it touched split into pieces. The space split diagonally along the sword’s path. The scenery was rearranged using the swinging sword as the axis.
Two axes, two swords, two paths.
The axes were aligned. Sword and sword clashed. The roads overlapped.
Suddenly.
The swords of the reverse heaven collided.
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