126. Today’s victory does not guarantee tomorrow’s victory (2)
A fire exploded within Ragnar’s eyes.
Willingness, desire or something.
Even before Encred’s thoughts were over.
Hung.
The sound of the wave hit my ears first.
The moment I heard it, the blade was above my head. Encred also moved.
The sword was placed horizontally, and the sword made from a mixture of Valerian steel and Noir wrought iron met an armoring sword of unsightly, poor quality.
Zeng.
Blade meets blade. Noise erupts. And as soon as they met, the blades parted.
Ragna took a step back and Encred also took a step back.
Should I say that it was a exchange of greetings and exchange of swords?
With just a greeting, Encred felt like he had seen something new.
‘What should I make of that a moment ago?’
Super fast cutting? Or a sudden downward slash?
It was beautiful. It was beautiful and outstanding.
Ragnar’s sword was such a clean slash.
My response was the opposite.
It wasn’t clean. It was rough. It was like a crude blade with no sharp edge. It looked like rough, untanned leather.
Still, I could see it and my body reacted.
“again.”
Ragnar said. The blade flew in the same trajectory as before, with what appeared to be no different from the cut.
A clean and beautiful slash.
Encred blocked with the same stance.
visor!
The blades clash and sparks fly.
Sting.
The moment the blades collided again, Ragnar’s blade disappeared.
‘Cut off from the moment you hit.’
Ragna wielded the sword freely. The number he showed just now was the same.
It seemed like a gentle blow, but it was a forceful blow.
I raised my sword horizontally to block, but both arms rang.
In that gap, Ragna’s sword curved like a snake and plunged downward.
The target is the thighs.
My arm went numb from one cut. It was my turn to be pinned down.
Should I force my numb arm to move? No, that’s a handshake. En Creed jumped behind him, using his feet instead of his hands. He tried to gain an advantageous position by taking steps.
If you put your right foot back and turn your body, you will occupy the opponent’s side.
Ragna didn’t stop either. She naturally pulled back her sword, which had been stabbed down, and moved her feet to her side.
Susssseu.
After walking as if they were sweeping the ground, the two faced each other again.
What kind of passion is there in Ragnar’s eyes?
Conversely, what is in Encred’s eyes?
‘Those eyes.’
Ragna’s desire boiled over. Her motivation soared.
I wanted to swing a sword.
Not with your mouth and tongue, but with your hands and feet.
With a sword, with a weapon, with life, with will.
I wanted to talk about those things.
Encred didn’t hesitate to do that either.
‘good night. good.’
Ragna is secretly impressed.
Encred felt something unbearable bursting out of his chest during the short battle.
After greeting with a sword, there was a fight for seats followed by a cut-off.
Everything came together and touched something in my heart.
Then something started bursting out of my entire body.
How should I say this?
vitality? Routine?
I do not know. One thing is certain, it was full of power.
After greeting and hanging up, the condition of the wrist was confirmed.
There may be a heavy shock, but there is no pain.
‘Okay.’
So now the only thing left to do is get along?
This time Encred went first.
It was a stab with all his might and will to kill. Put your left foot forward, do all the movements at once, and launch the sword with a ping.
The tip of the sword cut through the air like a hawk striking down.
Ragna turned his body to look at the flying tip of the sword. Despite his lack of loud footwork, his body avoided Encred’s stabs.
Ragna dodged and laughed.
Encred laughed because he was satisfied with Ragnar who had dodged it.
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When viewed from the side, it looked like a very simple series of attacks and defenses.
Stab, cut, dodge, and eat your place.
Crack.
Encred’s attack had many irregularities. He suddenly closed the distance and attempted to kick Ragnar in the shin.
When Ragna dodged it, a half-sword fight took place while holding the sword’s ricasso and blade.
Ragna struck away everything, deflected, dodged, and swung his sword.
He swung his sword again and again as if that was the only thing he knew how to do.
‘shit.’
Rem stamped his foot when he saw that.
‘I think it would be so f*cking fun.’
Encred’s skills have grown again. In the few days I haven’t seen him, something has changed again.
I wanted to fight. I wanted to compete with Encred, who had intact wrists.
Just looking at it filled me with desire.
‘Do it in moderation, in moderation.’
Rem became anxious. I’m afraid Encred will use up all his stamina while fighting Ragnar.
It’s never been like that before, but isn’t sparring a bit like that now?
Something different was flowing.
It was different from the previous sparring when my wrist was injured.
Everyone was surprised at the time, but everyone, including Rem, looked at it roughly and gave in to the sparring.
But now?
‘Isn’t that guy a little serious?’
In Rem’s opinion, Ragna’s sword slash was like that. She wasn’t the lazy swordswoman she usually was, though not as much as when she was fighting.
Even if he had used half his current strength when fighting the enemy, the enemy commander would have engraved the name Ragnar in his mind.
‘Baby, just do it in moderation.’
Rem’s hands were itching. If they weren’t both laughing, it seemed like she would have stormed in with an axe.
Rem wasn’t the only one who got excited after seeing this.
‘why me?’
Saxony denied himself. Did you like fighting at the front?
No, it has never happened like that before.
You practiced your swordsmanship diligently, but was it something you did because your heart moved you?
It wasn’t.
Training your swordsmanship and being driven by desire were two different things.
At least that was true for Saxony.
I flinch.
My hand kept trying to move.
Encrud’s body reacted to the steps he took and the sword wielded by the man he called his platoon leader.
‘It’s not even funny.’
Suddenly, I have such a strong desire to win.
No matter how much Encred’s skills improved, he was confident that he could defeat him right now.
In Saxony’s opinion, Ragnar, a stupid slacker, is not trying his best.
If I had been more serious than I am now, it would have ended long ago.
But why does the body react to a fight like that?
Saxony clenched his molars. I felt like my pride was strangely hurt.
He composed himself and remained silent. Afterwards, he controlled his flinching body and just stood tall and watched.
While Saxony was compiling his mind, Audin, who was watching the fight, was happy. He was willing.
‘Now slowly.’
I think I could use some strength myself.
He was not in a hurry, nor did he deny that his desire to win was rising.
‘Because it was given by the Lord.’
The desire to fight was beneficial and good for Audín.
If that weren’t even the case, his current position would not be by Encred’s side, but by the side of the god he serves.
Even though he suffered from a terrible headache for two days as a result of using the Holy Spirit, Audin was secretly satisfied.
Look at that.
Doesn’t the movement of the squad leader, who is in perfect physical condition, amaze him?
The fairy company commander did not miss any action made by Encred and Ragna.
And then a thought comes to mind.
‘Was he a genius?’
This is a natural question.
It was definitely not that level of skill.
First meeting in the medical barracks.
Afterwards, I thought back to the moment I encountered Encred.
‘I thought I was just lucky.’
Now, handling a sword could not be ignored.
She looked outstanding too. She had such skills that she was like a chicken that stood out among many chickens.
From what I’ve seen, she can be said to be a genius who has reached this level in a short period of time.
‘No, it’s a little different.’
Her keen eye found a loophole in Encred’s body. She had a habit that no genius would do.
Sometimes the fairy’s senses were sharper than her ability to decipher Frock’s talents.
It was a trace that was only visible to those who had swung their swords non-stop for a long time and thought endlessly, and Encred could see such traces.
Have you ever seen something like that in geniuses?
no.
It’s like Ragnar now. I have no worries about the sword I wield.
That is the epitome of genius.
So what about Encred?
“hot!”
At that moment, Encred burst out in excitement and attempted to cut off the top of his head with one hand.
It was a sword filled with the worries I felt as I repeated the same movements countless times.
Having been on this path and that path, I know that the trajectory I am swinging is the best, and I am confident that this is the only path to my destination.
Kang!
The two swords meet. With a crunch, the blade of Encred’s sword slid to one side along Ragnar’s sword.
Aiming?
The fairy’s senses were accurate.
Ragna used his strength to throw Encred’s sword away.
Immediately, he extended his sword forward and attempted a short vertical cut.
Meanwhile, Encred’s left hand radiated light. A bluish ray of light, something that started from the waist, a magic created by a quenching line extending through the sunlight.
It was the second sword.
Huh!
In conclusion, Encred’s sword drew a line in the air.
The second sword, Balgeom, was frighteningly fast, but even in that brief moment, Ragna’s eyes grasped everything.
He avoided the sword strike by stepping back.
It was a perfectly calculated retreat.
Encred’s second sword merely passed in front of Ragna.
Afterwards, Ragna struck down the sword that had been held back.
It was a blow that stole the timing and destroyed the target.
It could not be said that the battle was won purely by numbers.
This was the difference in abilities.
Because what is needed in battle is not just strength.
Perception, senses, experience, swordsmanship.
Ragnar felt and saw Encred’s left hand moving. Afterwards he played with his feet and hands at a speed that Encrid could not see.
That was the end of the sparring.
When the fairy company commander saw the battle over, he became a little nervous.
‘I want to fight too.’
Doesn’t she have a passion for winning?
Before, I used my hands and feet, but now I wanted to share the sword.
To some extent, with a little bit of sincerity.
The desire to show people the wonders of their age suddenly arose.
How will Encred change after seeing that?
Kreis, who was watching the sparring from one side, had no desire to win.
I can’t even see the two fighting properly, so what is the spirit of winning?
‘It has increased.’
However, even as an outsider, he can see that Encred’s skills have improved tremendously.
‘Is it like a late-career genius?’
It’s surprising, but that’s it. Afterwards, Kreis turned his attention to his surroundings rather than sparring.
It was a fun situation to watch.
Rem stood up and sat down three times, then stamped his feet.
He seemed like a child who was anxious about something and had his favorite toy taken away.
Saxony next to him twitched his shoulder a few times and suddenly stopped moving, as if he were a heavy statue.
He didn’t even lift a finger, to the point where I had to wonder if he was breathing.
How can it be frozen like that?
When I saw that, I somehow felt a chill down my spine. It felt like I was left alone in a cemetery on a dark night.
‘cadet.’
Kreis stuck his tongue out for no reason, and his gaze landed on Audin.
This large soldier, immersed in God’s teachings, was happily smiling and chanting.
Kreis went right next to Auddin and heard him mutter.
“Well, that’s good. Now it’s worth fighting.”
“I wouldn’t mind breaking at least one arm.”
“Breaking my neck almost sent me to God first. That’s not possible. “No problem, it won’t happen.”
This time I was really scared. I got goosebumps.
What are you talking about?
Even if I said that, it didn’t seem like he would rush at me.
What was mumbling from his mouth was fear itself, but his attitude was serious.
Auddin stayed still in his place.
Lastly, there is the fairy company commander.
The fairy, who was telling a strange joke, did not take her eyes off Encred while holding her sword.
It is like a quiet forest, but like a storm that will break out at any moment.
That was Kreis’ sentiment.
I thought these guys were really great.
There were no crowds of onlookers around. A few days after the victory, the high morale subtly subsided.
Since we didn’t know when a battle might break out again, each person was busy with personal maintenance.
A few soldiers turned to watch, but they didn’t pay much attention.
Haven’t you already shown that your skills are outstanding?
Didn’t you watch their sparring from the rear when Encred returned?
These are people who do not feel much difference from then.
Those with discerning eyes were busy.
Because I don’t have the heart to see the rest.
There were no loud spectators.
The spectators, the atmosphere where a battle might soon occur, and the air were of no concern to them.
Even though they know that they will have to go to battle soon in this situation.
‘There’s so much fuss because they want to fight each other.’
And there is only one target.
Encred, who just got up from all his injuries, is my platoon leader.
‘Are you thinking about it or not?’
However, Kreis did not reprimand them.
I’m usually careful not to touch it.
Now it’s added.
The heat that rose between them was formidable.
‘I hope you’ll be okay.’
The sparring with Ragna was intense even from his own perspective. I think it would be right to finish and take a break.
It was clear that Rem would be mad if I said I would just rest.
I don’t think others will be so happy about it either.
Kreis’s worries were unfounded.
“next.”
Encred smiled brightly while drenched in sweat.
Unable to control the power surging from his body, Encred wanted to roll his body like crazy.
Rem jumped at those words. In fact, he rose up from the floor and ran forward.
“My turn! my turn! If you interfere, I will kill you! Company commander or whatever.”
Rem’s eyes rolled back.
The company commander was about to step forward but stopped. He decided to preserve the virtue of concession.
Still, it was okay.
I see it now.
Encred didn’t seem to have any intention of resting either.
Encred rolled that day.
He clashed and swung his swords as excitedly as he wanted, and even saw two types of swords.
“It’s worth using.”
The fairy company commander was also able to take advantage of his opportunity. He also gave a brief evaluation of using two swords.
It didn’t even end in one lap. This is the number of times Ragnar competed twice, Rem three times, Audin twice, the Fairy Company Commander once, and Encrid, excluding Saxony, who did not participate in the end.
Kreis stuck his tongue out.
The sparring ended just as the sun was setting.
Aren’t you tired?
After sparring, Encred spread out and lay down.
Esther suddenly appeared, saw this, and glared fiercely at everyone.
It seemed like they were glaring at me, asking me what I was doing until this happened.
However, no one paid attention to that gaze.
And Encred was more than satisfied.
‘expression.’
When was it?
Was it when I returned from scouting the Longari Grass Field?
At that time, I felt it when I saw Rem and Ragnar sparring.
Their facial expressions are different from when they sparred with each other.
I wanted to bring out that expression at that time.
I just did that today.
Of course, not everyone, including Rem and Ragna, showed off their skills to their full potential.
He knew that well.
But, I did see it. A changed expression.
Laughter, smile, satisfaction.
Because I felt like I had achieved one small goal.
Encred felt joy and joy.
Joy like a drug.
The satisfaction gained from growing filled his heart.
However, is it because it is too unreasonable?
That night, I had another f*cking nightmare.
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